Submissions by The_Hero_Is_Dead
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You're obtuse And I'm confused Gotta find a way to rewind. The calloused hands Of battle lands Set a precedent to define The life you will lead-as a leader or confined Is it a simple incarceration Or an act of faith- the blind kind?
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 4:24am
30th Sep 2012 4:24am
Heavens' Door
This is the remembrance, the memory,
of the exact moment when I lost my mind.
These are the thoughts that have escaped me,
searching for safety, in a past, better time.
Where do we run from here?
Devoured by our fear.
Self-medicating to try to stop all the hating,
and debating of all that I've let go.
Still suffocating, just waiting for God to save me;
I guess it's His love I will never know.
And I will stand alone.
As if of fire born.
Why do you let me die?
A martyr for the WHY.
Never is nothing, forever...
of the exact moment when I lost my mind.
These are the thoughts that have escaped me,
searching for safety, in a past, better time.
Where do we run from here?
Devoured by our fear.
Self-medicating to try to stop all the hating,
and debating of all that I've let go.
Still suffocating, just waiting for God to save me;
I guess it's His love I will never know.
And I will stand alone.
As if of fire born.
Why do you let me die?
A martyr for the WHY.
Never is nothing, forever...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 3:12pm
29th Sep 2012 3:12pm
This Poem Will KILL You
Plagued by your disillusion,
Life seems to slip away.
Caught up psychotic,
Sensibility starts to fade.
This is the final stage.
Out of breath and out of time.
You watched as it bled.
You watched as it died.
Poetic the way you suffer,
Giving in to the undivine.
After all is lost,
It’s only a matter of time.
Now that you have seen the truth;
All your pain was caused by you.
You can charge into the night,
Kill the pain and end your fight.
You will not cry nor will you scream,
Once you've slipped deeply into sleep.
And...
Life seems to slip away.
Caught up psychotic,
Sensibility starts to fade.
This is the final stage.
Out of breath and out of time.
You watched as it bled.
You watched as it died.
Poetic the way you suffer,
Giving in to the undivine.
After all is lost,
It’s only a matter of time.
Now that you have seen the truth;
All your pain was caused by you.
You can charge into the night,
Kill the pain and end your fight.
You will not cry nor will you scream,
Once you've slipped deeply into sleep.
And...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 3:06pm
29th Sep 2012 3:06pm
At The End Of All Things
Another drink. Maybe two, is what it will take to bring out my rage.
Cast out from the house of lies, and imposed upon with a new plague.
AT MY OWN HANDS I SHALL SUFFER, losses worse than you can understand.
Pain forever unrelenting; all according to your divine plan.
You can see that I'm fighting, struggling to see where this will lead.
Blindly I follow your word. A-L-O-N-E, I bleed.
It has been three long years, since I've seen the light of your love.
I continue here waiting, as You are seemingly lost to me, somewhere above.
Planning my next move, I pray to...
Cast out from the house of lies, and imposed upon with a new plague.
AT MY OWN HANDS I SHALL SUFFER, losses worse than you can understand.
Pain forever unrelenting; all according to your divine plan.
You can see that I'm fighting, struggling to see where this will lead.
Blindly I follow your word. A-L-O-N-E, I bleed.
It has been three long years, since I've seen the light of your love.
I continue here waiting, as You are seemingly lost to me, somewhere above.
Planning my next move, I pray to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 1:21am
29th Sep 2012 1:21am
Fight Fire With Cyanide
I am the product of my every mistake.
And from this moment forward, I am on a crusade.
I don’t need your acceptance, in fact, I WOULDN’T HAVE IT.
People are a disease, or at best, a filthy habit.
Hold your bible in your left hand, burn a cross with your right.
Tell me that your god hates sinners, and I should fear his might.
Protest a soldiers’ funeral, and I’ll burn down a church.
Plant the head of a priest in your car, and tell the cops where to search.
Let’s get off god, seeing as how yours isn’t real.
I worship a 1911. It just has that “locked and...
And from this moment forward, I am on a crusade.
I don’t need your acceptance, in fact, I WOULDN’T HAVE IT.
People are a disease, or at best, a filthy habit.
Hold your bible in your left hand, burn a cross with your right.
Tell me that your god hates sinners, and I should fear his might.
Protest a soldiers’ funeral, and I’ll burn down a church.
Plant the head of a priest in your car, and tell the cops where to search.
Let’s get off god, seeing as how yours isn’t real.
I worship a 1911. It just has that “locked and...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 4:51pm
24th Sep 2012 4:51pm
Fear
I stare at the stars, waiting for the words to come.
Descending into my greatest fear, I've finally gone numb.
I've lived my entire life, through hatred and despair.
My need leaves me breathless, drowning in the midnight air.
I am a revolutionist, awaiting inspiration.
Inspired enough, only to beg for revelation.
My heart and soul are dead, as I might as well be.
For without passion, there simply is no "me".
I cannot sleep; the days are starting to blur.
I am awake in this coma, but am unable to stir....
Descending into my greatest fear, I've finally gone numb.
I've lived my entire life, through hatred and despair.
My need leaves me breathless, drowning in the midnight air.
I am a revolutionist, awaiting inspiration.
Inspired enough, only to beg for revelation.
My heart and soul are dead, as I might as well be.
For without passion, there simply is no "me".
I cannot sleep; the days are starting to blur.
I am awake in this coma, but am unable to stir....
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 4:49pm
24th Sep 2012 4:49pm
Agent Orange
This is the tale of a struggle,
One I was never intended to win.
This hopelessness stems from the realization,
That I am lost and beginning to tailspin.
I'm DEFECTIVE, UNSAVABLE,
There’s a reason I wasn't mass-produced.
Step into my life for one single minuet,
And tell me you don't want to MURDER YOU.
There's no voices in my head,
There’s just all this GOD DAMNED NOISE!!!!!!
I SCREAM at myself, and fuckin BLEED on myself,
Beating my head against the wall - to kill the noise.
I am the one kept in silence,
Until evil matters arise.
I am...
One I was never intended to win.
This hopelessness stems from the realization,
That I am lost and beginning to tailspin.
I'm DEFECTIVE, UNSAVABLE,
There’s a reason I wasn't mass-produced.
Step into my life for one single minuet,
And tell me you don't want to MURDER YOU.
There's no voices in my head,
There’s just all this GOD DAMNED NOISE!!!!!!
I SCREAM at myself, and fuckin BLEED on myself,
Beating my head against the wall - to kill the noise.
I am the one kept in silence,
Until evil matters arise.
I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 6:53pm
23rd Sep 2012 6:53pm
The Hero Is Dead
I can feel my dreams fading,
a drop of blood falls from my eye.
My soul is fucking JADED,
and the one to blame is "I".
This situation seems all too familiar,
desperation is getting the best of me.
Once again try to convince myself things will work out,
but it's just not REALITY.
How long can I fucking lie to myself?
ALL things MUST come to an end.
Every bend has its breaking point;
I find mine in memories relived.
No good deed goes unpunished,
and they say SIN goes the same in such.
So even if your God REALLY does exist,...
a drop of blood falls from my eye.
My soul is fucking JADED,
and the one to blame is "I".
This situation seems all too familiar,
desperation is getting the best of me.
Once again try to convince myself things will work out,
but it's just not REALITY.
How long can I fucking lie to myself?
ALL things MUST come to an end.
Every bend has its breaking point;
I find mine in memories relived.
No good deed goes unpunished,
and they say SIN goes the same in such.
So even if your God REALLY does exist,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 6:35pm
23rd Sep 2012 6:35pm
M2.0E
I force feed myself contentment,
one giant handful at a time.
My sanity refutes my efforts,
in attempt to elude my mind.
Psychotic and fascist,
a Nazi unto self.
Morals seem too much like weakness,
so we place them upon the shelf.
Undying is the desire,
to watch innocent blood be spilt.
Hypocrisy is an atrocity,
and caused inner beauty to wilt.
Hindsight is 20/20.
This seems to be where I went wrong.
The signs were so clear, right in front of my face,
"Drop acid. Not bombs."
Out of spite, I waged full on war,...
one giant handful at a time.
My sanity refutes my efforts,
in attempt to elude my mind.
Psychotic and fascist,
a Nazi unto self.
Morals seem too much like weakness,
so we place them upon the shelf.
Undying is the desire,
to watch innocent blood be spilt.
Hypocrisy is an atrocity,
and caused inner beauty to wilt.
Hindsight is 20/20.
This seems to be where I went wrong.
The signs were so clear, right in front of my face,
"Drop acid. Not bombs."
Out of spite, I waged full on war,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 5:47am
23rd Sep 2012 5:47am
Lyrical Suicide
Raw thoughts. This is all that I've been left with.
Sifting through inquisition in a self-perpetuating labriynth.
Broken down to purest form, emotions begin to spill.
Anticipating poison corroded veins, my blood stands still.
This pain has not changed, although the interpretation has evolved.
Still, it's always been manic-depressive paranoia, around which my life has revolved.
I refuse the right to try to forget; that option I no longer need.
So many medications conflicting one another, regression was an inevitability.
...
Sifting through inquisition in a self-perpetuating labriynth.
Broken down to purest form, emotions begin to spill.
Anticipating poison corroded veins, my blood stands still.
This pain has not changed, although the interpretation has evolved.
Still, it's always been manic-depressive paranoia, around which my life has revolved.
I refuse the right to try to forget; that option I no longer need.
So many medications conflicting one another, regression was an inevitability.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 5:40am
23rd Sep 2012 5:40am
INSOMNIA
In the bloody aftermath, of a battle fought to the death.
None shall find redemption; none shall see rest.
Serenity has been forgotten, as a time honored tradition.
Only chaos remains, for foot soliders of repitition.
My mind has bore witness, to 666 thousand different fights.
Numbing sensations in my spine, on 666 thousand different nights.
Illness dripping into pooling blood, severity rising as it bleeds.
Anihilation will come of this war, peace only achieved through sleep.
None shall find redemption; none shall see rest.
Serenity has been forgotten, as a time honored tradition.
Only chaos remains, for foot soliders of repitition.
My mind has bore witness, to 666 thousand different fights.
Numbing sensations in my spine, on 666 thousand different nights.
Illness dripping into pooling blood, severity rising as it bleeds.
Anihilation will come of this war, peace only achieved through sleep.
839 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 6:02pm
22nd Sep 2012 6:02pm
A Perfect Tragedy
Hopeless. Completely and utterly HOPELESS.
Old feelings come flooding in.
Confined, a prisoner inside my own hatred.
Medicated with alcohol and heroin.
Junkie. Loser. Prick. FUCK.
This is how I've come to know myself.
Self attempted ratifications to God's crazed
creation,
Each drink weakens mental health.
Jesus Christ, how long will it be,
Before I can shed these shackles, once again walk
free?
Open the eyes of the masses, allow them to see,
My life is an example, A PERFECT
TRAGEDY.......
....What a pathetic attempt at self...
Old feelings come flooding in.
Confined, a prisoner inside my own hatred.
Medicated with alcohol and heroin.
Junkie. Loser. Prick. FUCK.
This is how I've come to know myself.
Self attempted ratifications to God's crazed
creation,
Each drink weakens mental health.
Jesus Christ, how long will it be,
Before I can shed these shackles, once again walk
free?
Open the eyes of the masses, allow them to see,
My life is an example, A PERFECT
TRAGEDY.......
....What a pathetic attempt at self...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 5:59pm
22nd Sep 2012 5:59pm
Straight From The Heart
She's always on his mind,
a constant reminder of something better.
The thought of her itself,
has his head lighter than a feather.
He's hoping that she knows,
she's the reason he got up today.
In his eyes, she's upon a pedestal,
Perfect, in every possible way.
A great time and distance has been traveled,
to keep these two apart.
Though there is no power stronger,
than pure love, straight from the heart.
An expression of love,
here, is what he's created.
Through the distance-he drove on.
Through the time-he waited.
For the...
a constant reminder of something better.
The thought of her itself,
has his head lighter than a feather.
He's hoping that she knows,
she's the reason he got up today.
In his eyes, she's upon a pedestal,
Perfect, in every possible way.
A great time and distance has been traveled,
to keep these two apart.
Though there is no power stronger,
than pure love, straight from the heart.
An expression of love,
here, is what he's created.
Through the distance-he drove on.
Through the time-he waited.
For the...
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