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¤H.D.U poems | My Thoughts, £o₪εĐεv!£¤
Nov 2005
A Dragon's Fire
You turn me to hate
In a world of sin
Don't believe in the '†' thats there
With HIS hands clasped around nails
Iniside a world of pure despise
It is you that made this dragon
Because I hid the rest of me
And I hide again the truth
No longer caring, no longer wanting to live
And you could never understand
Your feeding hands are dry
And you burn the good in me
For you made
The end with me
Nov 2005
My Resting Place In The Fire
A dangerous green day
Made wrong in so many ways
Sketch up my rhyme and quick
No more lies, just flick the bic
Hold it up hold it down inside
Make sure to light up your fire
Do as they don’t, in the church or quire
Steal a sign, or some lynching wire
Run around, in the rain, just laughing
Peal away like the moon, gone hiding
Burn your tears, as coal keeps digging
Find the you: the one been missing
No need for lynch
You’ve finally stopped now
Keep on the search
Cuz’ this isn’t over now
Find a way out
Out of this burning building
Fly up and about
Like the one still yearning
Be the one to jump
To have strength and keep going
Right outside this placement dump
Just to feel your heart blazing,
Slay the night. My chest is healing
This angel of death keeps his hand killing
So my pain has a different ring
And I'm blue and naked,
In the chocking chair
Still waiting
To disappear
Outside my dreams and fears
My skull and bones
Just leave me
Just a green day worth mentioning
Nov 2005
a jocky's wife
a heartless being with a will
is hidden away from her true self
the very same that makes her unique
changing all her eternal personas
kept from laughter, joy, and true love
because you were never the one ,
to build my character,
not even the one to understand
Just some brand name child, pulling away
leaving behind only guilt and ugliness
for me to look after and dispise
for many years have i forgotten
the very same feelings i had
some say it may be because ur a guy
or even wost, a jocky
but the same shit applies
ur always the same old ralphy
.one.street.over
so it begins.. my old friend
im just a pillar
of a nice little statued mother
so i kieep waiting now
just a nother day has gone
why cant i just be alone
in a world where im aloud
being a friend of pennylane
Nov 2005
Freez Frame
let me just take a minute
as I turn up the base and music
as I rip another wall stone free
to rid myself clean
no. .. i can't help
to hear myself bleed
just gone for a minute, its ok
my cold hand blue, still torture true
where I fear it will pound and break on through
making its way to the heart end chest
back to my childhood mess
no memmories can make it better
no picture frame can stop these tears
even if I fill them all with laughter
because my album still holds the truth
that I am trapped inside the pages
and my face holds the proof
that I live a life worth erasing
holding a knife that stabs my placing
because I see the brass and clay
the smoke of darkness in each day
no. .. i can't help
to hear myself bleed
its who I am.. its who i've always been
Nov 2005
I Wish This Fake Love Wasn't Real
Too bad that Im facing my desert life
A danger zone filling these walls
NO . NO. NO. it doesnt let it die
Too inocent to let it go
Things burn down and bended alive
Breaking pokes to the broken self
Fucked up in the minds of the other
Fucked up to the world and it's mother
No i'm not your godchild
No i am not the one you call a friend
No i do not fill your needs
It's like i'm on a killing spree
Free to build a tattered child
Down beneath a fickel core
So I build a danger zone
IN a FuCked up room in blues
Greens and Painted kitchen sinks
When these feet touch the floor
I thank god I'm alive
But with that I puke on the floor
IN the sink and Down the line
I'm birthed inside a woom
Knowing nothing but the inside world
Black. Red. Blues. and Greens.
Like living inside nature's bed
Inside a fearfull brand of trees
Harvesting over the skies, the moon and bellows
Why do they make themselves believe
They are the ones to fear the lived
The pillered soul do they possess
A soul to carry their undead
A hole in their chest
Grapping a thunderous hook
At the roofs of their own tough
To the top of their lungs
Insight the fall
Forming a spiral staircase
Right beneath the hell
Where they always meat
Making this child a freak
Stabbed. Wounded. FREAK.
Pulled a chambered tourtured masacre
And it was I, who hung on the wall
It was I. That of me. Stuck on the wall.
With my skin turned. To a naked eyeball.
My flesh removed, My veins just naked Fuck.
The Blead. The Blues. The Reds. The Darks. The Evil Marks.
I need the night to stop it's search.
To stop the light in my eyes.
When I ascape this prison break
Just intime to take what was left of me.
I fill my mind with the broken ashes
Letting the light turn in different flashes
My breath yearning a genie's air
I go to trips. I feel the beet and air.
I feel the heavy Light break free.
I feel the bases' solo pound in me.
It is the last end straw.
I scream GOODByE!
Goodbye.Goddbye
Goodbye.God...
Care? That I'm dead.
Clutch of Love
Hating something so cruel
All the memories that fold
Anything beter would sufice
But these thoughts keep like mould
A test of wills and strength
Being put through hell
Being banished from the world
Sent through emediate peril
All for what? This pain put upon?
A coldness so damned
A chilling torture suicide tail
But we come home
Even with hearts filled with ashes
Remember this :
No end will come of this
Our tears break down
Our love dies with
For we ladies of the north
And back around
Know where the truth lies
Where the most powerful magics do occure
Another blow dies hard
And it is my breast that breaks the beat
Nurturing the spawn that spreads
It is I who will pay the vengance
And with a lasting knowledge
Risk The Pain
The Hurt, The Suffering
All of which form my end
After years of hardship
As it is our love
That borns within the darkness
A Baldness Left Inside
Kept by their judment to others
They seek nothing but treasures
Reaching ahead to aspect gods
Believing their fortitude earnings
They give a life worth living
Building a dream worth suiting
And on their way up to startem
They parted their ways, till the dawn of days
A judment day; post partum
Because years after their torture
Of a life still unworthy by "brothers"
The popular kids took ill and fade
A war through jaded bars
While their freedom, lost and taken
Still remains unplated
They know the truth of breathing
That they were the unkind and unrulling
For their choices of living
Became the choice of reason
That we were the best things ever kept
Nov 2005
Refuge
To be with someone great
That speeks your way
A sincere and modest man
Smiling with people around
But even better alone
A beauty chance romance
Together... nothing is better
They sit and talk, so intamate
Him:
-still talking low
-still modest
He's Loving Her
Just Her
Holding her with care
Slightly brushing off her hair
His kisses so true
After all
He knows her every desire
Unleashing his youth
Always trying; never ending
A hard worker
To be with his love
His eyes are open with her
And she is alive within him
It is him who allows her to breathe
So awake she has become
Seeing herself in her eyes
Now... all that is left unheard
Is her hidden wish
That this, all of this
Was something real
Nov 2005
What This Stone Wall Emerges Under
Dad's first love repeated
I couldn't just stay...
--|--
- - -
--|--
It's something below me
This is what I need :
~
a love given unheard of
~
Because I am born within a mask
An honest, loving superhero
--|--
- - -
--|--
Now Look inside!! Deep down inside!!!
What this wide open heart has
--|--
- - -
--|--
It's what it is. Way out under there.
Being unheard of
--|--
- - -
--|--
To make them proud to be
Who they are without the need
--|--
- - -
--|--
Us... forever there by side
We are below the mask
--|--
- - -
--|--
It's about the people who care
And that guy had no heart for me... dittle-ley... deetly de
And that boy had no man
He just couldn't see; he couldn't hear; he couldn't bleed
--|--
- - -
--|--
How could he... when all along
I was a superhero beneath
A Sin Eater; to eat away his sins
But a substitute sinner at least
A modest girl with teeth