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Crawling HeartIt couldn’t stand, it couldn’t bear
Locked in a rib cage, stifling air
So my heart crawled out looking for you
And was momentarily aware.
My heart crawls out of my chest
Beating its lasts breaths
Another inch, another step
Blood stained with a dark crest
Until simply laying down to rest.
It’s undue, it’s unjust
A bleeding heart dead in the dust
Your love was arrowhead, ivory tusk
Sharpened steel of spear thrust.
Maybe She Will Dream Of Me… Or maybe she won’t,
She can dream anew but vision shifts and blurs
When nightmares rock the boat and reality stirs.
I tried to cuddle her close as the skies turned red
And dark enough that the clouds themselves bled.
Closing your eyes doesn’t always turn out the light
Because we can’t look away from our interior sight.
Perhaps, another dream is what it’s gonna take
Another day, another life is what you’ll have to make
And I pray for the day that you again awake.
ThirstSprite can quench your thirst, whether soda or pop,
But eternal life is water springing up from one drop,
Throughout this next life I'm steady seeking a drink,
There's only one choice being out on the brink,
And Jesus was the one with the holy grail, I think.
Zombie Chaos Chronicles II[C]lutch your knife in earnest. It is your level zero tool. Often survival will depend on its decisive, defensive capabilities. Do not mistreat your blade. Keep it clean and sharp. If you are to break it, replace it. If you are to lose it, recover it. Find your quiet time to grasp the hilt and revel in its majestic, bloody glory.
[H]old on to what's left of your soul. It is easy to be cruel and unkind. The world you live in will always tempt you to be spurious. Exist above the human trash and degenerates. Emotions are alive and chaotic. They must be managed along clear guidelines and strict protocols to keep your humanity afloat.
[A]ttention must be paid to the morale of your group. Even a well-trained team will lose their effectiveness when they start to lose heart. Find your groups niche. Communicate and explore the depths of each other’s minds. Killing time goes hand in hand with killing zombies.
[O]utside the walls of your safe haven the darkness lies in wait. Shadows linger.
If You Know WhyIf you need blood in the street then how about mine
We’re getting shot anyway at the drop of a dime
The sound of police guns so loud and unjust
Souls blown away in a cloud of gray dust
If I can’t stand my ground then I’ll have to adjust
Sometimes to get the pie you gotta go for the crust,
Because I think if you know why you have to die –
There are times when you simply must.
Zombie Chaos Chronicles I[C]ontrol your own fate. You should only use your gun only in the most extraordinary of circumstances... zombies should be dealt with in melee combat whenever possible in order to conserve ammunition. This too, will harden your resolve, steady your nerve and quell your fear when faced with the utmost of chaos and calamity.
[H]aunting, are your emotions. They will pin you into your most vulnerable of states - desolate in your fury. Your enemy is not cunning but they are constant, and they will arrive at your weakest moment. Even when alone, you must concrete your mind against the wrath of this world.
[A]lignment of personnel is key. While a large group is easily severed, a small group is quickly crushed. Be mindful of relationships, both romantic and familial. They may soon tear your team asunder. Zombies are the ones that care for blood – that crave skin and flesh; not us, not anymore.
[O]nce you begin to fear the night, all is lost. For the night is dark and full of terrors. How
Rainbows of the MoonRainbows of the moon
Divinely set attune.
Suns are stars at night –
My sunrise cometh soon
But tonight I only see
Rainbows of the moon.
Malcolm X-cstasyExcuse me, brother -
you can get three fifths
but you ain’t getting a whole.
You should relish in
Negro success stories
and rejoice with half a soul.
Aren’t you blessed?
You can be a carpenter
or a postal man ‘till the grave.
Don’t you ever rise up
against the white man
who invites you to this rave.
Oh Malcolm, poor boy!
Why won't you integrate
and climb back in your cage?
I thought you were a good Negro
with the sense to behave –
and too dense to come of age.
Self-pride is your mistake
the stage is off-limits for you
in this lily white dance.
Negros should reside at the brink
forever stupid in their stupor –
like a constant state of trance.
Winter Musing 7The blind can't lead the blind
but we can hold each other's hands
as we walk with trepidation and terror
towards the truth we both seek.
Skirting along the cloudy skyline
we storm in raging raindrops
forever shutting out sunlight
with a constant condensation.
Lord give us warmth - we'll linger on
Shivering still, shattered icicle shrill.
She tells us don't give up, don't give in
raise your cup and swallow your sin.
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
When Will You Love MeMaybe when I’m dead and gone – we can get along
If you could read every word written down in my song
You would have to accept that you will never be right
And thus, forever be wrong…
When will you love me – I wonder still, if you can
Don’t you dare judge me or question my plan
To give myself to god and become more than a man.
If we happen to meet again in the after-life
Would you even care for all the love that I sacrificed?
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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