English 201: Poetry

Poetry has always been my salvation from the deep end of the world. Never claimed to be a great poet, but if it got me through those years alive, it's good enuf for me!  If you would like to contribute to the lasting pages of depression or make our days better with a happy ditty, we would love to hear from you! Send your great prose or acts of contrition for what you read here.

Antagonizing sorrow reaps through bruised flesh
empty souls scream silently
a stream of blood falls
over the faint eyesight of a camera
hatred rages from within
demanding to be withdrawn from the useless being it upholds
a battle is being fought
a war caged within its own walls
killing is a mercy in the land of waste
full of cruelty and lies
wishing to be dead is a passing love
living only for those who try to kill you
emotions battle thoughts while actions take control
over the useless piece of flesh
flesh used as a welcome mat
to the feet of society
unable to get up to stop
the world of detestation
while it holds captive the mind of a prisoner
no longer wanting to be released
6.8.93

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Black darkness overlap blue skies
clouds cover the stars
stars full of light and hope
blue skies of happiness
salt tasting tears
fall from eyes once smiling
as the heart blackens
it withers away
dreams become nighmares
more comforting to the soul
laughter is drowned out
by the shrieks of pain
the future becomes more frightening
is has now arrived
help is not available
for god has denied it
the sweet sound of advice falls from mary's lips
it is time to give up
hand yourself over to the monster within
it's no use to fight it
keeping the soul is impossible
mary took it with the hope
memories of laughter is held within
there is no happiness in the future
and the time has come
6.9.93

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The evil being speaks in tongues
not able to understand
looking at it strangely
then walking away
down streets of black
the darkness comforting my soul
a light is ahead
instead of hiding I go to it
surrounded by a wonderful light
she stands in silence
kneeling I begin to talk
of lost loves and serpents
crying, I plead for help
alas, she finally speaks
"Do not be foolish" she said
"The night can be kind"
fearing the dark, I cry again
begging for some hope
"You want me to give up?" I scream silently
the light fades to nothing
pleading for an answer
I kiss on her feet
the light comes back momentarily when I hear
"Yes, dark one"
nodding my head sadly
I turn and walk away
Understanding her answer
I fear my new dark home
I walk with a lighted candle
only to have it go out
6.10.93

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A piece of lint on the pants of society onlyt o have it brushed off without a second thought or worry.

The only reason to remove it is because it is ugle and unwanted. It's not important. It never has been.

It falls to the ground with the hard floor breaking its fall.  Pain engulfd the frail, limp body.  Wood splintering the heart.

Lying on the floor, it tries to regroup itself, amongst the other pieces of lint.  Talking, they try to warn the new member of the danger.

The danger arrived as footsteps grind the newest piece of lint into the floor.  Turning it inside-out. Then walking away, leaving it for dead.

Shaking like an autumn leaf, it takes its last breath.  Seeing its last sight, a cold and heartless society.
1.6.94

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Pain inflicted upon a person
unknown of the actions
blind to the terror
the night contains
fear is thrown into the body
scraping at the heart
tearing the frail object
into separate parts
dripping blood falls
slowly one by one
silently sitting nearby
a fully loaded gun
laying in the sink
there is a bloody knife
it had tried to end
this worthless life
the gift of sight
given to blind eyes
looking in the mirror
the young girl cries
running water showers over
the blood stained clothes
trying to remove the secret
it will forever hold
9.3.94

more depressing items later...unless you wanna send me some happy stuff????

Am happily depressed, give me more gothy stuff!

Hmm....now I need some happy writings before I start looking for my Pretty Hate Machine cd

Too late, am already on "Down In It",
take me home now, before I get to "Something I Can Never Have"