Friday, September 2, 2005

untitled 3

laying in my bed
the poision taking effect
hemlock yew and sweet pea seed
choices which i cannot fix
sweet death is what i need

the icy winds of winters past
blow up and remind me that
as the funeral bells ring
im alone in this world
full of pain and suffering

the ground so cold and hard
frozen to the bone
i lay beneath a wooden lid
in the pale white snow
a freshly dug grave is hid

my time on this earth
has came and gone
short lived as it was
no more tears for me
remembering how it was...

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By: Phoenix

I am The Silents.
The Power....
The Peace around you....
The key To Life....
The key To Death....
I am here to save you....
Here to kill you....
Can you survive me....
Do you know me....
Will you Hate me....
Can you ever love me....

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

untitled 2
sitting in a window sill
the chilling darkness fallen
i hear the voices of
those i loved calling

this pain will last forever
never growing old
nobody will answer
how can you be this cold

wisdom always chooses
these black eyes and
all these bruises
over the heartache
that they say
NEVER
goes away

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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

   new poem.....

untitled # 1
in the darkness, i sit and wait
for time to pass me by
but realy, i think about
the countless ways to die

sometimes, when i sit and stare
at the mirrors not so high
i see the shadowed faces
of those unprepared to die

then sometimes, while i stare
your face appears, and begins to cry
hold your tears for me, then
whispers, why did you have to die...

so i sit and stare, out of this picture frame
at the mirrors not so high
and see the faces of thoes i loved
as they begin to cry...

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

   im posting again..
well... this day sucked also... like everyday... so, ill let you go so you can go to someone's sits that is uber better than mine...
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Monday, March 21, 2005

hi... this is mainly going to be used for posting the poetry my firnds say is good, but i dont like... after all i wrote them.. but i will be posting some also... Have a nice day...!!!
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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

the grim
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there he stande
scyth in hand
his body of bones
covered by a black robe

he is the one
who ends mortal life
who loves death
who loves strife

this is the creature
who, on halloween
the ghosts and gouls
tell you about when seen

he roams the streets
in search of thoes
whose time is near
the ill demise.

there he'll be
scyth in hand
cutting your thread
with one demand

"die you must
die you shall
its time to end, you
must die now"

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paranoia
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sitting here
in my room
hearing voices
after noon

they say that everyone
is conspiring against you
making you paranoid
making you, you

they say that life
isnt enough and
only death can suffice
the urge to go to never land

they push you out
into your car
out into the street
you wont go far

off the road
and on the highway
going the wrong way
thinking you'll fly away

when all of the sudden
you see two lights
a horn blasts
with all its might

the truck tries to stop
but its too late
you collide head on
and seal you fate

the truck had a leak
and gas all around
the flames start leaping
one spark with no sound

the flames race
across the gas covered ground
then one big explosion
and reverberating sound

the truck was a tanker
hauling gas
but you hit him anyway
and toasted your ass.

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Monday, March 14, 2005

Angelic hope
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everything starts
when a child is born
and in the heavens
an angel plays its horn

birth to child hood
adolecents to teens
midlife to older
do you know what ie means?

after conseption
then your born
into royaltee
or into scorn

you live your life
to what you think
is the fullest, in school
your pushed to the brink

in due time
you've grown out of school
you think your hot
you think your cool

but more than one knows
what you can be
what you will become
only he can see

after you have lived
through the ages
through luxury
through cages

he will come
when it is your time
whether your the innocent
or commited the crime

he will be there,
watching and waiting
looking for the time
standing and debating

then he will snach you
right out of your body
there he will stand
without the hot toddy

scythe in hand
black hooded robe
bones that you can see
no eyes shaped like a globe

he will becon you
with one bony finger
telling you that
you cannot linger

"I am the grim"
he says with a
low airy voice
"listen to what i say"

"now you are dead,
now you are mine
to take wherever
until its your time"

you try to run
hide in a ditch
he will find you
in every niche

"come with me now"
again he siad
"for i only know
where you shall head"

"be it heaven
or hell
above the clouds
or trapped in a cell"

you shudder in fright
your eyes gain tears
while you are thinking of
what you did over the years

he turns to look at you
his sockets are empty
he opens his jaws
laughs of plenty

"i know where your going
i know where you've been
i know what you did
when you were ten"

you shudder and weap
as you enter the abys
you follow his every move
thinking 'this is hit or miss'

then you see them
the fires of hell
you think to yourself
'in trapped in a cell'

but you look to your left
and there it resides
the gates of heaven
where eternity you will bide.

but in the middle
is a waste land
there are men and women
with a place to stand

"that is purgatory"
you hear the grim say
"you will not be there
at least not today"

"you will be with me
looking over the world
for new victims
in purgatory to be hurled"

you say in a timid voice
"i dont want to take them"
he replies
"its you or them"

"i dont think
your want to go there
you'll lose your senses
till you stand there and stare"

"heaven or hell
i only know
where you will be
where you will go."

"so come with me now
or here you shall stay
with thoes in the middle
with thoes who arent at bay."

im standing here now
i have made my choice
i followed him round
without using my voice.

the fire is hotter
and im at the end of my rope
all i have now
is the angels hope.

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

my final decision
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my final decision
before i die
is to admit
everything was a lie

i have a note
its signed and ready
to be left for you
if this goes steady

its sitting there
on the sink
waiting to be read
writen in red ink

what you didnt know
is ive done this before
the ink is my blood
that i saved off the floor

im standing here
in the shower
steam is rising
in this midnight hour

blade in hand
no one in sight
when they find me
ill give them a fright

the rusty blade
my only friend
has helped me through times
and now is the end

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