Poetry competition CLOSED 6th February 2012 2:38pm
WINNER
Whispered_Words (DRooney)
Whispered_Words (DRooney)
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and Jordanne
Page:
Stress
Poetry Contest Description
you must be stressed when you enter
Stress is a major bring down. No matter what kind, it's stressful. SO if you ever are stressed, bookmark this page and go straight to it and write down EVERYTHING you feel at that exact moment. Typos, explicit language, let it loose! No backspacing, you said what you said, even if you only meant it for a second. Of course, in a poetic manner. For example, you can turn this:
UGH my boss is such a hypocrite I want to quit but I can't I can't I can't!
to this:
He is the one
who tells me what to do
but breaks his own rules
to leave would be nice
but a sin
to my life
or something like that. Whatever you do, I bet it'll make you feel better. Happy Stressing! (Is that like an oxymoron or something)
UGH my boss is such a hypocrite I want to quit but I can't I can't I can't!
to this:
He is the one
who tells me what to do
but breaks his own rules
to leave would be nice
but a sin
to my life
or something like that. Whatever you do, I bet it'll make you feel better. Happy Stressing! (Is that like an oxymoron or something)
Just a speck
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
Stressed I am
Like a sentinel on the shore
gazing towards the ocean
for the billowing sails
of the ship from its voyages
Stand I in perpetual anticipation
of your return
Centuries
eons
I am stressed.
Like a bird traversing the sky
aching for a branch
to perch
and rest my wings
I fly un-tethered but for promises
of your companionship
On life's meandering paths
I am stressed.
Give me death
Or surcease!
Like a sentinel on the shore
gazing towards the ocean
for the billowing sails
of the ship from its voyages
Stand I in perpetual anticipation
of your return
Centuries
eons
I am stressed.
Like a bird traversing the sky
aching for a branch
to perch
and rest my wings
I fly un-tethered but for promises
of your companionship
On life's meandering paths
I am stressed.
Give me death
Or surcease!
- The Sharpness of My Pain -
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!
Such anger do those who betray me fill me with, anew,
As of old, when I did rebel against the tyranny celestial!
I cannot relay the sharpness of it, nor its’ fire hot, true…
For words cannot describe Hell in ways physically real.
The love they cherish shall fade, their arrogance ended,
For they sought to hurt me for their sense of self worth!
My heart, shall yet be healed, my old scars all mended.
As those who made me suffer shall rue their very birth!
So many were the hands against me, so few in comfort.
I marvel that I did not to their own hatred, ever resort!
All I coveted is love, and yet the gods would deny this,
Whilst blessing those accursed, and allowing them bliss.
I had my time in the wilderness, tempted to embrace…
The darkness of this world, with its’ bright smiling face.
Yet I never hurt another; I let them fall by their device!
For evil turns upon itself the warmth of its’ heart as ice.
I long for such love, and yet am treated with such hate,
By those who dare to call themselves human by nature!
People who destroy others and cannot any art create…
Because their narrowest minds have yet to truly mature.
The smugness with which those who have what I desire,
Look down upon me, makes me filled with such wrath!
Love is wasted on them, because they are full with ire…
Their every deed is blight, and wicked their every craft.
A brother I once watched grow up to become a man…
He laughed whilst I wept, proving his loyalty all a sham.
I shall call him brother no more, for he is selfish, vain…
So ignorant of what is right, unwilling to hear of my pain.
A mother I once loved told me I deserved not any pity,
But where is she now, in some Heaven distantly pretty?
Relatives I grew up with, now grow from me far apart,
All because I told them I am a woman within my heart.
Why must such as they, know the tender arms of love,
As I suffer, from the slings and arrows, of their cruelty!
I must despise them eternal, before all the skies above,
For they have made themselves manifest as truly guilty.
False were they in their flattery, and cocky in manner…
But I shall yet be loved and they shall be truly damned.
The love I will know shall tatter their victorious banner,
As they fall to time, whilst I shall before Heaven stand!
The best revenge is living well, and so I am resolved…
To find the love I hunger for; I need not to be absolved.
Being myself is not a sin, and if I am a maiden and man,
Then who are they to judge me, and my soul condemn!
My mother passed on long ago, my brother is distant…
And my relatives will not speak to me in tones pleasant.
But I need not their blessing to find the love that I seek,
And I shall survive past hurts, because I am not weak!
I have this life
Racked with pain
Full of strife
Constant conscious awareness, such a strain
Pain is a very high cost
It drives me insane
Hope, i've lost
There is no cure, how cruel
In the mirror i look at my skin
What can i do
How can i win?
Heart beats low, bloodless veins
A ceaseless battle from within
Nights so cold, paralytic pain
I feel it all, I feel e v e r y t h i n g
Bogged with unfathomable distress
I am seeking...
Something better but still cannot express
..My desires
..My whims
Woefully forsaken, set me on fire
How can i win?
I have no control, my body slowly dies
The days are long, my nights even longer
I cannot count the tears i've cried
My mind muggy and half awake, wonders
My life is filled with gloom and doomed
My thoughts become massive headaches
My soul depressed, so consumed
Searching for balance, yang & yin
No where nearer am i to Him
My world is hard to take in
Though i am still here, trying to win
How Can I win
Stress, why the fucking hell do i try to impress.This desire for everyone to belittle me,it really gets me vexed.
The stance they give ,the bullshit i am supposed to permit.Do you really think i will put up with this shit.Stareing down i thought there was shit on the ground,thats what i may as well be.
If they get out of my space and start showing respect,ill have a change of heart.If the carryons go on and on they can all go and kiss my arse.
The stance they give ,the bullshit i am supposed to permit.Do you really think i will put up with this shit.Stareing down i thought there was shit on the ground,thats what i may as well be.
If they get out of my space and start showing respect,ill have a change of heart.If the carryons go on and on they can all go and kiss my arse.
Im stressed
I've to get this off my chest
Do it now and rest
No more duress
You oppress
My yearnings to be me
To chase my dreams and live free
You supress
My every attempt to rise
Twist my fate like a game of dice
Before my eyes
You make a hell out of my paradise
I try to focus
But it's going from bad to worse
In my thoughts Im lost
In a fear that never stops
And if it persist soon i'll drop
But what for?
Who made you a ruler over me?
A mental abuser
Indoctrinated and made to believe Im no good
Serve me hate as my food
Stereotyped
Thought to hate a particular type
From a winner to a sinner
Tears,misery and dark visions for dinner
Im stressed
Obsessed with vengance
Lurking in a vantaged position
To settle the scores
Im simply waiting for one chance
I've to get this off my chest
Do it now and rest
No more duress
You oppress
My yearnings to be me
To chase my dreams and live free
You supress
My every attempt to rise
Twist my fate like a game of dice
Before my eyes
You make a hell out of my paradise
I try to focus
But it's going from bad to worse
In my thoughts Im lost
In a fear that never stops
And if it persist soon i'll drop
But what for?
Who made you a ruler over me?
A mental abuser
Indoctrinated and made to believe Im no good
Serve me hate as my food
Stereotyped
Thought to hate a particular type
From a winner to a sinner
Tears,misery and dark visions for dinner
Im stressed
Obsessed with vengance
Lurking in a vantaged position
To settle the scores
Im simply waiting for one chance
"Scream"
My nails trail down the paths they set on my face and skull,
ask me again, go on fucking me mom,
tell that therapist that I've been doing great and I'm thinking about being in a different relathionship--
because that means I just get to add that to the list of lies you purge!
You don't stop filling me up with black ooze so it fatigues me to the point where I can't even get the hell up!
Don't you see what you all are doing to me?!
What I am doing to me?
I am not deathproof!
Grace pours acid in my face!
The only thing I truely love is killing myself slowly!
What is WRONG with me?! Please I want you to send me away!
Stop telling lies! STop talking!
Let me S C R E A M!
I do NOT expect you to raise me because you never did,
I need you to pick me up and throw me in that place!
"I would place emphasis on her self-esteem issues, lack of assertiveness, fear of rejection and depression in regards to immediate clinical concern and intervention"
Axis I: 311 Depressive Disorder NOS
314.01 ADHD by history
R/O 300.4 Dysthymic Disorder
Axis II: V71.09 No diagnosis
Axis III: Asthma, allergy to Amoxicillin
Axis IV: Social, academic and family stressors
Axis V: CGAF = 62
DON'T YOU READ MOM?!
Mom, please, help me.
The doctors and psychotherapists are telling you to your face!
Nails,
hammers,
claws,
skin,
blades,
smoke,
blood,
invades my room yet all you can ever say is how there's clothes on the floor,
not the fact that my face is flushed from searching for lost blades,
then I notice...
Your foot is almost ontop of them.
Can't you hear me?
I'M SCREA--
[connection lost]
My nails trail down the paths they set on my face and skull,
ask me again, go on fucking me mom,
tell that therapist that I've been doing great and I'm thinking about being in a different relathionship--
because that means I just get to add that to the list of lies you purge!
You don't stop filling me up with black ooze so it fatigues me to the point where I can't even get the hell up!
Don't you see what you all are doing to me?!
What I am doing to me?
I am not deathproof!
Grace pours acid in my face!
The only thing I truely love is killing myself slowly!
What is WRONG with me?! Please I want you to send me away!
Stop telling lies! STop talking!
Let me S C R E A M!
I do NOT expect you to raise me because you never did,
I need you to pick me up and throw me in that place!
"I would place emphasis on her self-esteem issues, lack of assertiveness, fear of rejection and depression in regards to immediate clinical concern and intervention"
Axis I: 311 Depressive Disorder NOS
314.01 ADHD by history
R/O 300.4 Dysthymic Disorder
Axis II: V71.09 No diagnosis
Axis III: Asthma, allergy to Amoxicillin
Axis IV: Social, academic and family stressors
Axis V: CGAF = 62
DON'T YOU READ MOM?!
Mom, please, help me.
The doctors and psychotherapists are telling you to your face!
Nails,
hammers,
claws,
skin,
blades,
smoke,
blood,
invades my room yet all you can ever say is how there's clothes on the floor,
not the fact that my face is flushed from searching for lost blades,
then I notice...
Your foot is almost ontop of them.
Can't you hear me?
I'M SCREA--
[connection lost]
sub conchouse turns inside itself
gaping holes of nothing pulling me in
rusted scissors snip away at every fiber of my being
claspt in chains draiped around my neck
weights strapped to my feet
tearing me down into the darkness
holding my breath in merky waters
but at some point you have to breathe
clawing at my eyes
pealing at my face
panic racing through my thoughts
breaking down im on my knees
head collapesed in my own arms
screaming falling
no tears falling from my eyes
there bleeding
my own name scratched into a casing
its chambered
a trigger awaits a squeeze
hollow and alone
gasping for every shread of life
feet sinking into the stairs
walking down a melting hallway
its all thats left of me
gaping holes of nothing pulling me in
rusted scissors snip away at every fiber of my being
claspt in chains draiped around my neck
weights strapped to my feet
tearing me down into the darkness
holding my breath in merky waters
but at some point you have to breathe
clawing at my eyes
pealing at my face
panic racing through my thoughts
breaking down im on my knees
head collapesed in my own arms
screaming falling
no tears falling from my eyes
there bleeding
my own name scratched into a casing
its chambered
a trigger awaits a squeeze
hollow and alone
gasping for every shread of life
feet sinking into the stairs
walking down a melting hallway
its all thats left of me
I remember I was really furious at someone when I wrote this poem! It was the day I left eharmony.com because of the way they treated me because I am transgendered, and I had to get it out of my system, all the rage I felt inside from their bigotry.
- The Voice of Darkness -
Part I – Fire and Crucifixion
You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.
Part II – Darkness Incarnate
They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.
Part III – Lover of Demons
Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.
Part IV – Bride of the Devil
It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.
- The Voice of Darkness -
Part I – Fire and Crucifixion
You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.
Part II – Darkness Incarnate
They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.
Part III – Lover of Demons
Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.
Part IV – Bride of the Devil
It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.
Stacking me up,
With high achievments.
Raising the bar on me.
Im not perfect,
I cant do it,
Be the perfect kid.
Sometimes I'm stupid,
Sometimes I fail.
Sometime- I fall so low,
I think you put me there.
Im not your perfect,
Im not your future,
Trying hard to be,
What you want of me.
Im not 100-
Sure ill go and try.
Try and try,
So hard I push,
With tear filled eyes-
Till the day I die.
Your perfect...
Baby girl
With high achievments.
Raising the bar on me.
Im not perfect,
I cant do it,
Be the perfect kid.
Sometimes I'm stupid,
Sometimes I fail.
Sometime- I fall so low,
I think you put me there.
Im not your perfect,
Im not your future,
Trying hard to be,
What you want of me.
Im not 100-
Sure ill go and try.
Try and try,
So hard I push,
With tear filled eyes-
Till the day I die.
Your perfect...
Baby girl
- My Soul On Fire -
Part I – The Kindled Flame
The rage roars inside my very soul because of one,
One voice raised in anger, one that showed scorn…
Mocking me, hating me, with such cruel intentions!
Now I feel the ancient torments, as if newly begun,
Which I thought I banished with the coming morn…
And my heart knows all of Hell’s crafty inventions.
But I dare not let my fires show, lest I burn away,
And so I do wait, and so I bear my cross’s weight…
Voicing my torments in secret, to the angels above.
They know my name, they see my face, and smile!
I look at the stars of the night, as I mourn the day.
My spirit longs for a world without so much hate…
And to embrace all the maddest abandons of love.
I have waited so long for happiness, such a while!
Once she said she loved me, one serpent I knew,
Now I seek an angel, that love might spring anew.
When love is mine, may it remain perfect and true!
This I ask of the gods, and of the many angels too.
Part II – The Inferno Unleashed
I dare not weep, lest those who hate me see tears,
And I will not give them the satisfaction they crave.
I am liberated from the shackles of all conventions!
Yet I am bound unto passion, to escape old fears…
Though once a goddess, I was reduced to a slave.
I cannot serve any god whose love none mentions!
So I rebelled, I rebel and my heart is ever burning,
I love, I lust, I rave, and I sing aloud to every star!
My wantonness is beyond my ability to so repent,
And I feel not the shame of the penitent, for truly…
There is not sin in my longing, in my mad yearning,
For I shall be revered once again, so near and far!
Let the narrow-minded despise me and so resent,
I am the whore they fear, the harlot of red destiny.
Once I knelt before Heaven, but now I stand tall…
A woman, once a man: I, a storm not just a squall.
Alone have I wept: holding wishes to my bosom…
May I be spared the pains I knew, that I do shun!
Part III – The Perilous Passion
My white gown was stained scarlet in my blood…
And the pearls I once wore have turned so black!
I sing, and not one can hear that queen within me.
She, who wept in silence; she who felt the flood…
Who was stripped of her crown, by evil’s attack!
Once I was so blind; but one did help me, to see.
Where is my sight now when I feel so utterly lost?
If I cannot weep, who will cry for the lost queen!
Shed one tear for my heart, and one for my soul,
And one more tear for me, which I too do let fall.
I paid so dearly for my freedom, such awful cost!
Passion can be perilous when you dare to dream.
But none can grant me the peace that some stole,
Only love can release me, for I hear its’ siren call.
Once I would have run from all fate might bring…
But I am a queen; my time is coming nigh, to sing.
The old pains are past, and I can laugh at the rain,
Because I am a queen, and I need not feel shame.
Part I – The Kindled Flame
The rage roars inside my very soul because of one,
One voice raised in anger, one that showed scorn…
Mocking me, hating me, with such cruel intentions!
Now I feel the ancient torments, as if newly begun,
Which I thought I banished with the coming morn…
And my heart knows all of Hell’s crafty inventions.
But I dare not let my fires show, lest I burn away,
And so I do wait, and so I bear my cross’s weight…
Voicing my torments in secret, to the angels above.
They know my name, they see my face, and smile!
I look at the stars of the night, as I mourn the day.
My spirit longs for a world without so much hate…
And to embrace all the maddest abandons of love.
I have waited so long for happiness, such a while!
Once she said she loved me, one serpent I knew,
Now I seek an angel, that love might spring anew.
When love is mine, may it remain perfect and true!
This I ask of the gods, and of the many angels too.
Part II – The Inferno Unleashed
I dare not weep, lest those who hate me see tears,
And I will not give them the satisfaction they crave.
I am liberated from the shackles of all conventions!
Yet I am bound unto passion, to escape old fears…
Though once a goddess, I was reduced to a slave.
I cannot serve any god whose love none mentions!
So I rebelled, I rebel and my heart is ever burning,
I love, I lust, I rave, and I sing aloud to every star!
My wantonness is beyond my ability to so repent,
And I feel not the shame of the penitent, for truly…
There is not sin in my longing, in my mad yearning,
For I shall be revered once again, so near and far!
Let the narrow-minded despise me and so resent,
I am the whore they fear, the harlot of red destiny.
Once I knelt before Heaven, but now I stand tall…
A woman, once a man: I, a storm not just a squall.
Alone have I wept: holding wishes to my bosom…
May I be spared the pains I knew, that I do shun!
Part III – The Perilous Passion
My white gown was stained scarlet in my blood…
And the pearls I once wore have turned so black!
I sing, and not one can hear that queen within me.
She, who wept in silence; she who felt the flood…
Who was stripped of her crown, by evil’s attack!
Once I was so blind; but one did help me, to see.
Where is my sight now when I feel so utterly lost?
If I cannot weep, who will cry for the lost queen!
Shed one tear for my heart, and one for my soul,
And one more tear for me, which I too do let fall.
I paid so dearly for my freedom, such awful cost!
Passion can be perilous when you dare to dream.
But none can grant me the peace that some stole,
Only love can release me, for I hear its’ siren call.
Once I would have run from all fate might bring…
But I am a queen; my time is coming nigh, to sing.
The old pains are past, and I can laugh at the rain,
Because I am a queen, and I need not feel shame.
everybody sees potential:
A nice way of saying
you haven't fucked it up too bad, kid
but you're sure as hell on your way
keep your nose clean,
and your head in those books, slugger,
and you'll hang yourself shortly
after your personality
deep sixes with a pistol and a deathwish
cloistered in pages of Ukranian factions,
diffraction, particle interaction,
the slacker in me says
"it's whatever"
and everything else is devoid of passion,
fuck it.
A nice way of saying
you haven't fucked it up too bad, kid
but you're sure as hell on your way
keep your nose clean,
and your head in those books, slugger,
and you'll hang yourself shortly
after your personality
deep sixes with a pistol and a deathwish
cloistered in pages of Ukranian factions,
diffraction, particle interaction,
the slacker in me says
"it's whatever"
and everything else is devoid of passion,
fuck it.
- Three Lives, One Soul -
Part I – Paradise Lost (The Past)
When the dawn of time was still fresh in the memory,
Of gods, and angels; those who were yet not fallen…
I, in exile dwelt, in a loneliness craving love’s divinity.
But in this I grew jealous, and my pride was swollen!
War in the heavens, betwixt kindred long sundered…
The deaths of worlds, and the rebuilding of old ways,
Paradise rising from perdition, as powers thundered!
All humbled in the end before the first terrestrial days.
Oh where had gone my dream of love, amidst flame?
I was blinded by arrogance, trapped in my own web,
Forced to become mortal, to know death and shame.
Cast adrift by the fates, upon tides that flow and ebb!
The fall of old civilizations, and the rise of the nations,
All spread before me, and amongst it I was a-swim…
Living and loving, only to lose the reason for elations!
How many lifetimes had I lived and would live again?
Part II – Paradise Interrupted (The Present)
Born in the flesh of man, a woman in soul and nature,
This was I, in the hour of my birth into this very age!
Judged by the faith of my family, and made insecure,
Until my heart was heavy and my mind full of rage…
Trained, drained, by those in power who controlled.
I broke away, and by an angel was shown secrets…
And, for a time, I felt my spirit reborn and consoled.
I walked in darkness, then in light, without regrets…
Leaving the past behind me, embracing the feminine.
I became as I am now, though I am so much more,
Than what others see and anything they can imagine.
Once, I was a shy boy, and then a wanton whore…
But I am so much more: a lady, angel, and goddess.
Now I seek love, and to forget the pains long past,
And so I here share my soul, and my heart, confess.
Even thus, you cannot know the torments that last!
Part III – Paradise Regained (The Future)
What can there be, for one already called damned?
Kindred of light and darkness; wanton and weary…
Yet so: unable to rest as I obey an older command.
I must dance amidst the fires, until all grows bleary!
Like Shiva, like Kali, my dance shall be beautiful…
And in passion I will be consumed, with this world.
Beyond the final days, into a paradise so bountiful,
That is where love takes a lover into arms whirled!
I know not who shall love me, only that she shall…
For the man I was, for the woman I am and will be.
Gone is the angel who rebelled and then thus fell…
I wear a new face and form, for all mankind to see.
The fires humble me, and yet cannot take my light!
I am still a goddess, and the woman I am is eternal.
Love me in the darkness; be welcome in the night!
If Heaven rejects me, I must embrace the infernal.
Part I – Paradise Lost (The Past)
When the dawn of time was still fresh in the memory,
Of gods, and angels; those who were yet not fallen…
I, in exile dwelt, in a loneliness craving love’s divinity.
But in this I grew jealous, and my pride was swollen!
War in the heavens, betwixt kindred long sundered…
The deaths of worlds, and the rebuilding of old ways,
Paradise rising from perdition, as powers thundered!
All humbled in the end before the first terrestrial days.
Oh where had gone my dream of love, amidst flame?
I was blinded by arrogance, trapped in my own web,
Forced to become mortal, to know death and shame.
Cast adrift by the fates, upon tides that flow and ebb!
The fall of old civilizations, and the rise of the nations,
All spread before me, and amongst it I was a-swim…
Living and loving, only to lose the reason for elations!
How many lifetimes had I lived and would live again?
Part II – Paradise Interrupted (The Present)
Born in the flesh of man, a woman in soul and nature,
This was I, in the hour of my birth into this very age!
Judged by the faith of my family, and made insecure,
Until my heart was heavy and my mind full of rage…
Trained, drained, by those in power who controlled.
I broke away, and by an angel was shown secrets…
And, for a time, I felt my spirit reborn and consoled.
I walked in darkness, then in light, without regrets…
Leaving the past behind me, embracing the feminine.
I became as I am now, though I am so much more,
Than what others see and anything they can imagine.
Once, I was a shy boy, and then a wanton whore…
But I am so much more: a lady, angel, and goddess.
Now I seek love, and to forget the pains long past,
And so I here share my soul, and my heart, confess.
Even thus, you cannot know the torments that last!
Part III – Paradise Regained (The Future)
What can there be, for one already called damned?
Kindred of light and darkness; wanton and weary…
Yet so: unable to rest as I obey an older command.
I must dance amidst the fires, until all grows bleary!
Like Shiva, like Kali, my dance shall be beautiful…
And in passion I will be consumed, with this world.
Beyond the final days, into a paradise so bountiful,
That is where love takes a lover into arms whirled!
I know not who shall love me, only that she shall…
For the man I was, for the woman I am and will be.
Gone is the angel who rebelled and then thus fell…
I wear a new face and form, for all mankind to see.
The fires humble me, and yet cannot take my light!
I am still a goddess, and the woman I am is eternal.
Love me in the darkness; be welcome in the night!
If Heaven rejects me, I must embrace the infernal.
I have made good plans in my head
As I move outside I find people filled with hate
Everything I do is for their mouths to say
Then increase pain in my head.
My mama calls me good for nothing
My papa sees me as foolish and unworthy
My neighbors just hate all my struggling
Everyone sees me as a cursed creature dying.
After this hate I got to a casino
I see hot chics like girlfriends of bobby valentine
Before I can relax and get a cup of cappuccino
They laugh at my state and classify it as zero.
I meet many people different in color
Race, religion, nationality for that matter
Few don’t care about me but others
Hate me discriminate me and call me a hazard.
I wish I could just live alone
Because all this people are so damn wrong
Why is life such a burden and a fro ad
This stress is too much help me lord.
As I move outside I find people filled with hate
Everything I do is for their mouths to say
Then increase pain in my head.
My mama calls me good for nothing
My papa sees me as foolish and unworthy
My neighbors just hate all my struggling
Everyone sees me as a cursed creature dying.
After this hate I got to a casino
I see hot chics like girlfriends of bobby valentine
Before I can relax and get a cup of cappuccino
They laugh at my state and classify it as zero.
I meet many people different in color
Race, religion, nationality for that matter
Few don’t care about me but others
Hate me discriminate me and call me a hazard.
I wish I could just live alone
Because all this people are so damn wrong
Why is life such a burden and a fro ad
This stress is too much help me lord.
