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You traveled the oceans to find me and found yourself instead.
You drank the poison of someone else and thought I'll end up dead.
Go back to where you came from and tell them what ive done.
Tell them i destroyed your life, tell them im the one.

You dig a hole to burry me but the gravestone bares your name.
Your life is slowly falling appart and I am taking blame.
Go back to where you came from while you drown in you missery.
Go on, tell the doctors "look! She's sitting right next to me".

You thought you will get away with it you stupid little man.
you think you will get rid of me come catch me if you can.
So go back to where you came from and kill me with your fists.
No one will believe you ever for I dont exist.

I don’t trust myself with you. I am afraid of what I’ll become.
Half of me love you and the other half hates how I allow you to hurt me. I bow to one who pretends to be dominant.
Your feeble life and meaningless existence was my entire universe,
the epicenter of my being.
How easy I could of slain this villain who tortured me,
be drenched in the blood of the one who made sins off my soul.
But by love’s mercy you still breathe air.
I imagine you think me not a monster but a fool to be toyed with.
But I’m not the one pretending to be a child of god.
I’ll give you time to collect happiness and when you gather the most precious of them in this self-centered life of yours,
I’ll take them away. One by one I’ll break them.
Fragile are things of this world you so dearly cherish.
They say revenge is worth suffering for and “oh how I’ve suffered.
But this is not about revenge,
only you will know how this story ends.

By Ivory Petals

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Gently rained the clouds as the years went by
Years turning to centuries past forgotten
Propagating sin allowed not to die
Waiting once more for its time to lay rein

Gentle wind whispering little girls ear
Imagination at play they all say
Soon voices forgotten till time near
Relentless searching not knowing for why

Within the beating heart lays the last blood
Time culled the bloodline almost freeing them
A cloud so ominous soon to lay flood
Dry barren fields begging for watering

Only the best will ferment in my wine
Removing soured fruits from thorny vines




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mr good for nothing doesnt have a life
mr. good for nothing walks aimlessly at night
mr. good for nothing never takes a shower
but mr. good for nothing never seen money as power
mr good for nothing dont mind walking in the rain
cuz if he was good for something he would feel the pain
but mr. good for nothing always has on a smile
mr good for nothing hasnt seen one back in awhile
mr. good for nothing never asks you for change
cuz either way mr. good for nothing will feel the same
mr. good for nothing may have saved your soul
cuz when u see mr. good for nothing u see you never want that hole
stuck deep in yr heart an nobody cares
its ruff steep an tart a place he goes we dont dare
so next time u walk by and see mr. good for nothing
give him a big smile an say i bet yr good at something

Emilia i have disappointed you.
I cant discribe the way i feel.
Ive hurt you in so many ways
to make up for it is unreal.

Emilia I have failed you
and the guilt haunts me every day.
I have distroyed the part of me
and this time sorry wouldnt take it away.

Emilia I have just killed you.
I couldn handle being alone.
I went to hell and dragged you with
and left you there on your own.

Spirit unbroken

She was borne to a dungeon on a palace ground and shackle bound by five ages
to serve, obey to one man's command, demeanor and ruthless ways.
Years passed without a sight of release - by then counting fourteen ages
At that period men on steel horses entered the fortress, taking down the King
and storming its oubliette maze, bringing temporary end to it all just to be
crowned to the Steel Horses King who lived by the mantra:
"When we do right, nobody remembers. When we do wrong, nobody forgets"

Three ages later, she birthed a male heir to the kings' jubilant and triumphant joy
and her deed was done: she planned the big break away for an eternity so it seemed
but in the end stole the kings son, and went from them.
The steel horses followed man by man, but she was nowhere to be found
and still on the run. For another two ages she run and found a simple
but not upstanding man, which was not what was meant to be.

She birthed another two descendant to this simple but not upstanding man and
lived alongside her sorrow another three ages, then one day freedom called:
Taking the three smalls she was again on the run, they left by boat to a far away land
where milk, honey and Pharaohs still lived by rules of tomorrow: There she started
living under a servant name for three ages until her head was shown the gun.

She lost her three smalls back to the kingdom of pain and was taken by force to the
dead city to stay. scarred and bleeding she never gave in, over and over rising like
a phoenix from the ashes and standing tall: Two ages later of endurance of torture
and rape, her spirit still unbroken, her empty heart and soul long gone astray, thus
brutally the twenty six tried to bring her to her fall, but her inner strength kept her sane in all

By then she counted days like diamonds carved into the wall, when at sunset she was taken
to her knees with a gun held to her head and told to kill one alike or herself, the cold came
over her when hearing the other pleas; the slayer pushed the heavy shiny metal in her fragile
hand and she was given one minute to think, a thousand years passed by so it seemed,
she closed her eyes when pulling the trigger for the other one to sink.

Death did not become her and she turned numb and without pain, like a puppet on strings:
Days, weeks, and months passed without a way, but then one day she found a path out and
disappeared among Arabs, bearded men, through bazaars and underground caves to the
golden gate and flew out on eagle wings: Full nine moons she battled through the
justice to get her three smalls back who she had reared

Time took a toll on her body, and so was chasing the dragon: Hard liquor became her best
comrade as both of them tried so hard to forget. Now the scars and empty heart are slowly
healing of the once pretty maiden who still has not learned to this day to succumb to devils Eden.

Dark knight of Ashen light

Guardian of darkness,
Mount of dragon,
King of dungeon,
House of royal.

Fierce and loyal,
Blood lust warrior,
Messenger of death,
Bane of the holy angels.

Devourer of a thousand demons,
Black magic are nothing to him,
Grandmaster Ashshashin,
Second in command for the hosts of hades!

He battles for the sight of blood,
He lives for the killing of a thousand more,
Might and anger is his ultimate strength,
Nothing can stand in His way,so they say. . . .

The faces and the people out of place
The crowded streets just one big blur
The noisy backstreet bar and laughter
Barely drowned out by the falling rain
My empty night spills onto the ground
Pushed by a hunger so greatly felt
How often do I come just to search
Looking onto a sea of uncertainty
The rising and falling of the tide
The fragrant sweet warm smell
Of the darkened magnolia streets
The steam rising steadily from inside me
Like ghosts coming out of gutters
Under the glowing embers of
So many street lights growing
Strings of little flickering pearls
Leading me past….. my past
And towards a future without one
Only what I keep hidden away
Forever these dreams of you

Slowy moving though my minds demise.
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.

With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.

There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.

The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.

I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.

I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?

Old friends.....
Getting old together in the forum as a mass
Years and years gone by and by so fast
They are still waiting and keeping their faith
That one day their soulmates will come up

Old friends.....
Talking in polite words in the forum to each other is a must
But you won't know if they are back stabbers behind their masks
they talk about each other in silent roads
Only their loyal followers who know the codes

old friends...
You are wasting your time in this fake world
Where everything seems promising and blooming
Or is it just your way to run away from your lonely life ?
Where there is no country for old men
Just like the title of a movie
What a cruel reality