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Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.

Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.

What a sight as I close my eyes,

Late at night when energy dies.

Taken to flight my psyche then flies.

Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.

Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies

The withered flowers ashen and in bloom

Be my soul

Hand Cannon Overkill

The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
these pressures,
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.

The Changing Tide

The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.

Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.

The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my

A Shade in the Fog

Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.

Deserving of Nothing

My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.

Fading Flickering Faults

The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.

Azrael's Peace

Pray I,

should we ever part,

As my arms and lips

shall long for those which are yours...

Angels in Heaven,

preserve me in my patience,

For I shall hold onto this heart bestowed to me,

By this one love of mine,

This heart upon a sleeve,

for the world to see.

And my heart shall be hers,

my mind my own,

So that I may constantly see her face...

Those mesmerizing eyes

locked upon mine

Like flame to a ...candle wick....

Should I be forced to wait until the end of my time,

Then I will tell Azrael to grant me a final kiss to you,

If the time and health permit....

And should I pass on before you,

I will request guidance

Back Into Wonderland

of what I was once fond
I wish now to forget.
As unforgiving were the events
transpired amid regression.
~
Up build my walls once again,
for my invited guest,
is now an intruder
amongst my bleeding heart.
~
Back to into the rabbit hole.
Descending I go into the demented realm...
spiraling back downward into my Hell
where my home burns.

The Suffering I Disavow

I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.

Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...

Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.

I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still d

Priority Road

My dreams, no matter how vivid,
Dissipate as that second arrives,
That my eyes are opened.

At my wake, do dreams die,
Die and bury themselves,
Beneath the goals they form.

No control is had over me,
Merely influence is it,
That encompasses my soul.

And there at the muddy,
bloody feet beneath my aching legs,
Is the starting line of efforts drawn.

Here is where the beginning is that
which leads never to an end,
as my soul, in all its toils, shall ever be loyal.

What is faith, aside from assuming,
Presuming my future and fate
are unpredictable to say the least.

Lead on, by the dashed line in my road.
Though my wake is where dreams d

5. The End is No End

Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
~
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
~
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
~
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
~
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon

This in Our Hearts

Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.

Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.

Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.

Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.

Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.

In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and f

Recreating Eden

And what if for you I built a garden?
In there where we would know a private freedom,
The priceless peace without end,
And a patch of Heaven to cover the bruises of time.

There you would find all your dreams of us,
And then more to add as we go along,
Skimming carelessly over the grass…
Free without shame, hand in hand in love.

And what if I grew for you the flowers of all your favorite colors?
Blossomed and alive, their scent filling the air…
I would create a beating heart in its center,
A pond of warm stone, and a fountain to give it life.

I would lay with you in a hammock beneath the shade,
holding close the love that is my ow

2. Battery Low

Where else is there to turn,
When your own blood and flesh
are against you?

In the time when one must learn
to grow from being just another
pawn to just another cog.

In an existence of corrupted control,
where each monkey is too
often a slave to another.

Grown and flowing with
a virus of such hate,
the heated emotion has spread
over like the flames within itself.

The waves have come and gone
in this hellish marathon,
over turning almost every effort of advance.

So where else to turn
other than to the bones
that carry the burden of this virus?

How pitiful that the wingless apes
turn on one another rather
than relying on each other.

The

How to Fix The World

How strange
This abomination...
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
Of humanity.

To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
of History.

"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave

The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
of Civilization.

"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed an

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As do my kin

Whom were once free & Brave

It now stands, oppressed by flame

Black & charred

Is it's once powerful foundation

Pieces are missing; taken by the flame

We see the concentrated marks

of intentional burns

An Intentional Hell

Was brought upon our home

The Reasons, yet to be found

Bloodshed, brings them to light

We know who you are

We watch you through your own windows

We see past your facade

You are nothing without your words

Broken promises are brought only

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We've rebuilt before

We shall again

A blight upon you

A plague to your words

To make your home vacant

onc

FallingA plague of the mind

An addiction in my heart

so vast

No end in sight

A pasture of dead grass

Rough against the skin of my

very being

A thousand yard stare

into my soul

I see whats black

and it burns with malice

Just another witness to

my own fall from grace

Another betrayal

JUST ADD WORDS

A once noble cause

Now lies broken

by my own hands

Whispers in the dark

A blind point of the finger

To buy myself time

ITS ALL FOR NOT

I'm in the open

Vulnerable in my actions

Weak in my words

Is it worth fighting for?

One simple ideal?

One leads to more

so i will cut from my decaying

body

Bleed it out; an Honorable

AMPUTATION

Cold and HollowNo more commands

I'm not your whore

I'm not your slave

You're done

with the walk of Pride

Self-pity lies deep

and i intend to

dig it out for

the world to see

a HOWLING wind

through you COLD HOLLOW BONES

It brings me to my knees

with tears of laughter in my eyes

Why should i feel sorry for

a self-righteous monster

Self-made on the anvil for Hubris

The wolf HOWLS but it's eyes are shut

The perfect time to take

a shot in the dark

a HOWLING wind

through you COLD HOLLOW BONES

It brings me to my knees

with tears of laughter in my eyes

Is it Denial or simple hallucination?

I'll light a flame to show

what you've done

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Shock and AweNow look

Into the mind of an angry man

Blackened

Is his Bloody creativity

Biased & Remorseful

NOW JUST ADD MOTIVE

A boy holds the gun

A man pulls the trigger

A God shows Mercy

I do not

An Unholy Affair

Forged by rusted metals

Smoke & Ash

Rise above the dying Flames

As water runs over

with a hissing steam

Blood upon the walls

will show we fought

A boy holds the gun

A man pulls the trigger

A God shows Mercy

I do not

IT'S SHOCK & AWE

YOU'D NEVER SEE IT COMING

SO

DAMN

WEAK

TO

DENY

WHATS

OURS

HE'S

NOTHING MORE

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IN CHAMPIONS CLOTH

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Written in Blood

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And seldom Justified

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To overcome oppression

To overcome Tyranny

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that even the Best may seek it

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So Blind on an Unrighteous Path

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Eating away at it's already decaying structure

The words "be careful what you wish for"

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reg

Broken MemoryA toast to the bitter cold…

To remember the sweet bitter old,

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and the words he has conveyed.

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Lonely in his eternal feud…

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Her memory brings him decaying thoughts…

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Atychiphobic Solution

by ~GrubbsWriting, Nov 12, 2012, 6:03:07 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
embalming me
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fighting that battle
which I reluctantly wage.
I will wait with my patience,
which with me drowns...
I will await the oak of my coffin to rot,
so that I may break free,
and swim away from my demise beneath,
To the above of my fallen tears
to whatever light remains & awaits me,
in the new world that I will call my own.

Atychiphobic Solutionby ~GrubbsWriting

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"Sink, suffer, self destruct. Rise, stronger, reconstruct."

-"Requiem" by Lamb of God.

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~FaerieChozen Nov 15, 2012

Beautiful use of vocabulary and imagery. So succinctly describes fear as well as hope. Amazing.

~ShoSai Nov 12, 2012

I found this to be very visual and I enjoyed it very much.

~DarthSithari Nov 12, 2012

I don't follow.

~GrubbsWriting Nov 12, 2012 Professional Writer

How so?

~DarthSithari Nov 12, 2012

Well, it kind of looks like it's about rotting wood.

~GrubbsWriting Nov 12, 2012 Professional Writer

The rotting wood of the coffin represents the mind being overwhelmed with pain and suffering, which gives way to the tears, which are the of course the pain and suffering endured by the speaker. Initially it seems he is about to drown(lose his mind) because of the overwhelming stress, but he breaks free in search of betterment.

~DarthSithari Nov 12, 2012

Ah remember going through that, but then I got a divorce from reality.

And the best part is. I got to keep the furniture, and I get the alimony!

~GrubbsWriting Nov 12, 2012 Professional Writer

Lol wow...

~DarthSithari Nov 12, 2012

I've been meaning to use that joke for some time.

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