I'm at the bottom
I can go no further
I look up at the light
It is fading fast
Here I lay
Unable to move
My eyes don't adjust to the Dark
It is cold and oppressing
This is my mind
My body functions normally
Everything and everyone I see
I am not allowed
God is punishing me
For something I did
What is my offense?
I get no answer
There is no reprieve
There is no appeal
There is only pain
There is only darkness
There is one way
There is no hope
I will be crushed
I will have to surrender
One quick cut
One quick shot
One quick fall
Is this the end of it all?
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Posted: Nov 2014
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Why do i feel such pains, every time i take each breath?
Why does it always seem to rain? like i've got nothing left.
Theres a black tint to my heart, nothing but sorrow fills my chest
continuous tearing me apart, Please tell my Mom i did my best.
to stay warm in the cold...to shine bright thru the Darkness...
to never in my heart grow old...to never become one of the Heartless.
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Posted: Nov 2014
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My chest is heavy & my heart is as cold as stone.
Resentment is ugly & plagues me to my bones.
It's so hard to relax, & i'll never feel safe,
It's hard to sleep, when conflicted with hate.
Consumed by the Darkness, thru day & thru nyght.
I'll pay you for my safety... or spare you your life.
She doesn't pay rent, but she lives thru my breath...
she is my Monster.... & i LOVE her to Death <3
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Posted: Nov 2014
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Have i lost all of my senses
Am i alive am i dead
These memories have scarred my head,
Do I know how I am going to go,
Do I find myself looking away,
Just to see if anything will take place today,
How lost am i?.
Do I know,
I feel like an animal in an amusement show,
Why can't something take me,
Instead of me taking myself,
This ends doesn't it?.
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Posted: Oct 2014
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Sometimes I just wanna die because I no longer wanna cry that's why I like to smoke weed and get hella high. I don't understand why i'm always thinking about murder and rape doesn't matter whether i'm asleep or awake. I don't wanna have these thoughts anymore I rather be gutted like a wild boar or beat to death like a pimp does to his cheapest whore. I don't really care how I die long as its full of blood and gore. I'm too evil minded to keep alive thinking about killing my rival's son that's only five. I feel like my mind is going through a constant battle between good and bad. When I die my family should be glad that i'm free of all the bad but my mom will be sad and so will my dad. Hopefully these thoughts of mine will be gone before my life runs out of time.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this poem after my brother told me what kind of person I am
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Author: Unknown
There's a distant thunder inside, it breathes the morning dew
subsides in the night
It is a lily that comes to life in the darkness,
The echoes it cries is from afar
With embers burning deep
The darkness in me
Is exotic as a wild mustang that lives to run free,
Shadows fall and beckon like the moon to the tides
Full of mystery lies inside
Secret doors and hidden passages
The darkness in me
Is riding high through out the night,
like a spirit in flight
It knows no fear or has no soul mates
The darkness in me
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
THERE'S A DEEP SPIRITUAL SIDE TO ME, IT ATTRACTS TO DARK THINGS, HAS A LOVE AFFAIR.... DANCES FREELY AND INTIMATELY, ONE IN ONE
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Six sides
Light so strong
Blinding
Dazzles ones gaze
Coldness
Intoxicates
Grime bare walls
Where multitudes
Have been
Screams banging
Trapped
Let me out
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Posted: Oct 2014
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Time to give up
The national debt is over 17 trillion
Drones are everywhere
The population of the world is over 7 billion people
Isis is winning
Ebola is running rampant
Bullies control our schools
Modern music sucks because of stolen music on the internet
People are going in debt over fancy gizmos, like cell phones
In spite of over 30 plus years of harping, Americans are fatter
Innocent people are jailed in mass
Robin Williams killed himself
I can name countless serial killers, but not one of their victims
An illegal alien has a better chance of getting a job than an American
The catholic church continues to protect p*dophile priests
Mechanics are legal crooks
So are politicians and cops
Electric cars are too expensive, even though they would make clean air
Fruits and vegetables are too expensive to eat
Pop and junk food are cheap(dollar menu at McDonald's)
Security Finance, Cash Call, Check Into Cash, can charge 312% interest
Most jobs pay crappy wages and have crappy working conditions
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Just thinking of some random things that suck about the reality we live in.
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He's the nowhere man
He got empty hands,
He's the nowhere man
He got no real plans.
He don't know how to live
He knows nothing of dreams,
He got nothing to give
No real offerings,
He is one who tempts
Fate all his days,
But he never worries
He just says,
I'll spend till I'm broke
Live till I croak,
I'm just a bloke
Without a future or hope,
I'm the nowhere man
Livin' in no mans' land,
It's my world made of sand
I got no definite plans.
w.b. JS 15/08/14
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Posted: Oct 2014
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DECIEVED BY TRUE SELVES...
BETRAYED BY THE ESSENCE OF LIFE...
THE SHADOWS THAT DWELL...
WITHIN THE FLESH, THE PLACE WHERE IT HIDES...
HIDDEN SECRETS REMAIN CONCEALED...
BUT IN TIME, IT WILL ALL BE REVEALED...
TWISTED EMOTIONS, ECLIPSING SOULS...
THE EVIL CALLS WHEN THE NIGHT UNFOLDS...
WHEN REVENGE IS IN SIGHT...
BETRAYING THE GOODNESS THAT LIES WITHIN...
WITH THE DARKNESS BENIGN...
IS THE TORMENT UNBOUND BY THE DEMANDS OF A DEMON...
HIDDEN SECRETS REMAIN CONCEALED...
BUT IN TIME, IT WILL ALL BE REVEALED...
TWISTED EMOTIONS, ECLIPSING SOULS...
THE EVIL CALLS WHEN THE NIGHT UNFOLDS...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
This short song used to be part pf the doorway to hell part 2 song...
but i broke it apart, and turned this into the intro for "THE DOORWAY TO HELLpart 2
So here it is, a short piece. it may be shorter than what I'm used to writing, but it spells it out pretty clearly... i don't like beating around the bush, if i think it and want to say it... then so, shall it be... thanx... later... ~Bobby...
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