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Breaking PointEveryone has a breaking point
You've just crossed mine
I give up, fuck it all
No more pain, no more lies
I won't be hurt
Not even one more time
You've just killed the last feeling
I had inside
And now I'm just an empty shell
With glassy dead eyes
But the thing you don't know
Are not jet aware
Is that now when I've lost everything
I can do what I want
No one telling me how
No one to call my name
With nothing to lose
I look in your eyes
And you see the danger
Coming from inside
Now i will do
Whatever's in my mind
Not caring about the price
As I'm dead inside

Alone.Scarlet
and gold
silk snakes
around limb
and in the eye
two thousand truths—
palm to palm
the mind becomes
too much
entwined with
the mingled scent
of incense
and vapors
and when I
open my eyes
I realize
you were
something dreamed
and the hall echoes:

alone.

Lonely CriesDon't look at me
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend

They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there

For ones who should love me but destroyed insteadShattered to pieces
By the words you shout
I lie crying
I can't calm dawn

You've promised me
You won't do it ever again
But you lied, as always
Such a shame

I don't want to see you
Not ever again
I've got my own life now
Please stay away

Please let me be happy
Don't make me hate myself
It's not all your fault
But you do share a blame

And there is something I've got to say

I don't hate you mum
But stop calling all the time
I don't hate you dad
But please stay out of my life

When Sunset Turns to DuskWhen sunset turns to dusk and the pinks fade to a shadowy grey,
And when the light weakens to shadow and the trees become hostile,
When the moon begins to rise and the stars follow and obey,
That's when I flee to you, my love, my fear changing to a relieved smile.

When the creepy creatures
And the morbid monsters
Of the night come out to scare me,
And when the growling gargoyles
And the frightening fiends
Of the night blink their red eyes at me,
When the bloodcurdling beasts
And the terrible terrors
Of the night open their maws to whisper at me,
That's when I beg, I plea,
"My love, please stay with me!"

So we sit by the fire an

MiaI beg you to let me
Forget what's in my head.
To make the pain disappear,
But not through more tears.
To just let it all go,
Simply forget.

I take it all in,
I stuff myself,
Some call it a binge,
But I call it an escape.

Chocolate, ice cream, cookies,
Carmel milk and cream cake,
When the sugar kicks in
I can feel the adrenaline.

Sometimes it'll be pizza and chips
Or me cooking in the kitchen, like in a dream.
I want to drown in different tastes.
To eat away my fears.

And then, when I'm full,
I go downstairs,
Shut the door behind me
And make it all disappear.

I bend forward
And purge it all out
But not only for food I

Life's BonfireWhen the time comes
And God calls my name
I will make a stake
Of all my mistakes
All dreams and hopes
Desires and friend
Of all I loved
And the ones who left

On the bottom I will put
Tree climbing, first bike
Always alone at home
That didn't feel right

I don't blame you Mummy
You were so young
I don't blame you Daddy
That you worked all the time

Then will go the pain
That ruined my life
And my childhood was gone
And I wanted to die

Next it's time for the people
Who hurt me or left
So called boyfriends
And forgetful friends

And these few moments
So intimate
I wouldn't dare to tell now
What I did with them

On the top

PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…

Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…

The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…

Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal dise

Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flash
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.

Now I think that it was me.

Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.

Now I think that it was me.

Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.

Now I think that it was me.

To Climb a TreeWhen we were young
you asked me
to climb a tree for you
"Be brave!" you said,
and climb that tree
to get a better view.
I climbed the tree,
as I was asked
and made it almost to the top
I clung to my branch and found myself
scared witless and stuck halfway
I couldn't go up, I couldn't go down
but you told me not to stop.
"Go on!" you cried
"Up to the top! To find a better view!"
and I did as you asked
because even then
I was quite in love with you.
When we were older
you asked me
to pack my bags and meet you
in the park at night and greet you
with a kiss and a ticket for the train.
"We'll off and find a better life!"
you said, and I believed you
though I remembered the day
the firemen came
to get me down from the tree
"Why'd you go up all the way up there?"
they asked, and I answered only, "The view".
I remembered my scratched hands
and how ashamed I felt
at getting stuck in the tree
like a baby, or worse, a coward
and I wondered then,
at the station, as in the tree
as the train

First KissThe moment I saw him, my heart did something it had never done before. Not that what happened was biologically unique… but it was the first time I felt it stop. Not like a word, where you can just cut it off; not like a thought, where you can banish it to a depth in your mind that allows for no return; not like a book, which you can suddenly slam shut. It stopped the way a light bulb is turned off: most of the light fading all at once, but the remnants of glow dwindling slowly from the tiny wire. It stopped like the end of a song, when the bass note continues to echo in your ear, slowly losing its volume until you can no longer detec

the Devil in the DetailsBent by the weight of the fagots,the old woman bow,leaning on a knotty stick to take a breath. The Devil, passing by chance, greets obsequious,thinking it is a reverence, and changes the branches in gold, but gold is heavier and she falls because of the weight. The Devil surprised tries to help her to get up,but her kneels are broken and the pain makes her scream. Annoyed by that suffering voice,even if he usually likes that kind of sound, he asks what he can do to help her. She asks her kneels to be healed and the gold to become wood again. The Devil obeys,even if he doesn't understand, then goes away thinking how silly she was,but meanwhile

Remember MeRemember me when I'm gone
Rejoice not in the end
But in the beginning of a new time
A time with nothing but the memories of me

Don't be sad my friend
My oldest, dearest companion
Everything that exists had a beginning
And must at one point cease

I do not know where I will go
Yet I am sure I will not linger
Do a service to my path laid out ahead
Tarry me not in my completed task

I might wrestle with an angel among the heavens
Or I might lead unto nothing
Of this nothing is certain
Aside from the inevitability

Remember me when I'm gone
My dearest, oldest friend
Know that in your heart I am prepared
Only your longing traps me

Starving in RichesA sore demise to greet an end
When dawn rises and picks the sky
Of stars; and tremors are meant to rend,
Those innocents, unwitting of what's nigh,

Plucked first by calamitous notes
The gold of tumbling bedrock wall
And following, cheers from throats
Before both shaft and screams fall.

The irony of their chaos, they know
Is that amid the wealth of fellow man
Such riches cannot stave the final blow
Of hunger that never needs a plan;

It’s the patient traitor, the great need
Wasting man only second to greed.

Bitter FarewellCome winter, I will leave this place
And turn away your amber fire.
Forget my touch, forget my face.
Your empty words have made me tired.

Come winter, I will travel north.
Let snow kiss my feet in silence.
I've lost my love for green and earth.
I've lost the taste for love and violence.

Come winter, I shall want to freeze.
I have been cold, not yet unfeeling.
And I'll forget... don't mourn me, please.
It won't be me the one you're grieving.

Come winter, I'll forsake my name.
I want no home, no soul, no pity.
Let people burn for smiles and fame,
I have no heart left for this city.

Come winter, there's no looking back.
The ice will shield

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There's a place

by ~DButterfly1969, Nov 26, 2012, 10:13:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

There's a place where even evil ones fear to tread
There are infant's bodies buried beneath damp earth
And full of pedophiles shallow mass grave
So that the crows can take out their eyes
They are not dead yet, they shall suffer for years

Do you know that smell?
Yes, that's a one you can't mistake
Sweet and sour, drilling into your brain
It's a smell of decomposing corpses
One you will never forget

And the sight, dark and rotten,
A world that has decayed
There are bone trees with leafs of flesh
With petty little thieves sitting beneath them
Eyes bulging out, scared of that place

It's the graveyard of the murdered
Of deserved death
There's a place which carries a threat
A place in which you don't want to ever step
That place is in my head

There's a placeby ~DButterfly1969

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

i can see it when i close my eyes
some say i'm insane
but i think i'm really brave
not begging for help
facing it every day

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~Farathil 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Hmm, I'm conflicted.
I like most of the poem except for the first stanza.
I'm not sure it's not exactly "fluid" as the rest of the poem.
I love the rest of the poem though creepy yet emotion evoking (other than the goosebumps feeling)
I know it's free verse

but i'm giving you 9.5/10 imagery was very overwhelming in a good way.

~purplespider881 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I adore the way you explain how it looks, how it smells, how it feels. I can make poems, but you can't really "live in it" if you know what I mean. You actually make me smell the rotten stink of suffering, half dead bodies. You know that's one of the most important things when making a poem? Only good people can do that, and not me. Keep up the good work.

~DButterfly1969 May 10, 2013

thank you for the comment

i'm glad i managed to make you feel that way...

i think that if you try hard enough and put a lot of effort into it your poetry can get as good as possible

don't be ever put off if something goes wrong, just try again and again and someday you will be vary proud of yourself

~purplespider881 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

When I'm low I always go thinking like "I'm not good enough, people won't like me" etcetera. Maybe I'll need to write something about that.

~DButterfly1969 May 10, 2013

that would be a great start

don't ever think that you are not good enough or anything like that. you are who you want to be and the most important thing is for you to be happy, so believe in yourself!

~purplespider881 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Yeah, just forget that sometimes. Sigh.

*LORD-OF-JUSTICE May 4, 2013 Student Writer

There is a place where no one isn't afraid, but not everyone let's it stop them

~DButterfly1969 May 4, 2013

the most important thing is to keep going no matter what

*LORD-OF-JUSTICE May 4, 2013 Student Writer

Damn straight

~suki42deathlake Mar 5, 2013 General Artist

lovely imagery ^^

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