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Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.

Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which

Still Waters Beyond the Storm

It is above and beyond
the realm where soar the children
of my ever undying Lord.

My mind is forever enraptured
by the very thoughts...
the concepts that are so limitless.

God what glory is to be beheld!
Lead me by still waters my Lord,
Beyond the storms of this wretched world.

Pray I that my intrigue
is never felt as a thorn in Heaven's walls,
as my only wish bring true wisdom home.

Thou art my God,
ascended and surrounding,
forever the greatest of praise goes to you.

From my lips come prayer,
From my hands comes worship,
From my heart comes faith.

Channel my voice through, O'abounding angels!
Though my thoughts often pla

Journey SolitaryLost he seems.
Forsaken he feels.
Its back the world hath turned,
on this lonely soul.

In sight there is not a friend.
A helping hand no one to lend.
To accompany him just fear and dread,
on his long trek home.

First Night SurvivorA bullet in the barrel
The grip in my hand
Finger on the trigger
Ready to end man

A knife on my belt
Strapped with real leather
Sharpened for a fight
No one has better

A baseball bat
Wrapped with black tape
Better to grip
With a swing full of hate

A pair of tan boots
Covered in dirt and mud
Tied tight and ready
To wade through your blood

I was born in the time before
I lived through first night
I chose my weapons
And the zombies are afraid of my bite

Autobiography

By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.

You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.

Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.

*Ferryman*Charon are you still alive?
For those of us who don't survive
Services needed our souls await
Fare's paid we're here by gate.

River Styx cannot navigate
Ferryman needed, tired of wait
We have received burial rites
Our souls are pure, Charon tonight!

2012 Delice1941
20th November2012

Independence

I'm tired of being pulled around,
Hung up and put down
By a string of contradictions,
The string being held
By the cold puppeteer's hands.

I'm tired of this type of existence.
Tired of being forced to live like this
With a fast jerk of the string
The puppeteer makes me act.

I cannot do this any more!
I cannot be this prop,
For anger and stress relief!
I cannot be held back or brought down any longer!

So with this blade,
I'll try to take my freedom back.
And with a slash
The strings of confusion and control will fall...

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And as I lie here...
Motionless on the floor...
Real

The Knight

With bated breath,
I lie in wait.
Waiting for the fire,
And brimstone to fall down on me,
And cover me in ash.

I lie under the cloak of night,
Brandishing my steel sword as if it were my soul.
My iron clad body,
Holding steady,
As I wait for him.

The dragon of my fears.
With gleaming white fangs,
And a hard, cold stare
That burns flesh,
Like a winter's storm.

The dragon of the earth.
With such a brilliance,
And majesticness,
That it is unmatched by all other creatures.

The dragon,
With the jaded soul,
Jagged scales and strong legs
That carry his agile frame effortlessly.
The dragon
That is thought to be perfect and lethal;
Inescapable and

Proof

What do I have to do
To prove myself to you;
That I am twice as good
As the moron you make me out to be?

You know as well as I do,
That I deserved at least that much!
Not that you'd ever give me the time,
Not that I'd ever get the mention.

So my talent continues to be ignored,
By the eyes of the only one whose opinion matters.
And with every wasted breath,
My future becomes dimmer.

My chance to get out
Becomes entirely lost,
As I try, sigh
And eventually cry,
large heavy drops,
the product of my fears.

I mean, what do I need to do,
To prove myself to you?
I do what you want exactly.
Accurate within a degree of perfection;
But it isn't goo

The Thin Line

Walking the thin line,
'tween plain and sublime.
That's where you see me fall.
So tall until I fall.

Struggling to hold on.
Struggling for so long.
Tiptoeing across the line.
Just waiting for my sign.

In the sunless day,
watch me fade away.
I'm always in between.
I'm there but never seen.

Walking on tight rope,
'tween dispair and hope.
The centre of the two,
Wishing I'd follow you.

Wanting to move on.
Wanting for too long.
To move towards a side.
To reach it 'fore I die.

In the moonless night,
I feel fine, alright.
No light to see what's lost.
No ache to feel exhaust.

From my perch up high,
See my spirit fly,
Between

Rising

This is it
and it is time
for me to wake up
and bring myself back
from the edge

I feel myself
keeping calm
and continuing forward
with nowhere to look
but straight
into the eyes of hell

I'm waking up
emerging from the earth
that had covered me
for far too long
I'm on fire
with a liquid soul

It is time
to stake my claim
This is it
my final chance
to prove myself

I suppose
this is your final chance
to voice your opinion
not that I'm going to listen
This is my revolution
my rebellion
feel free to subscribe
but don't expect me to care

So as I rise up
and reclaim my birth right
my right to freedom
I realize
With t

World is CryingThe world is a creature that is dying
Crying and whining in pain
It feels the wars and the corruption as well as the greed
And the world is filled with monsters
They’re polluting the poor world with crimes
But now the world is running out of time

The world is screaming for mercy
Desperately asking for a quick death
For the world is slowly dying
Just like the monstrous humans that it hosts
Its heart is slowly failing on the world
And soon it will collapse in on itself

Death happens everywhere despite the desperate plea
That comes from the mouth of the world
Life and Death doesn’t seem so important anymore
Liars and Hypocrites den

Dark was the lightIn the dark you can cry,
no one has to know why.
You can sit and lament,
ponder where your strength went.
Here you can let it all go
and no one else has to know.
It may be a time all your own
where you may feel so alone
but it's a time that you need
to just let your heart bleed.
To release tears and sighs
and begin your goodbyes.
Yes, in the dark you can cry,
without refrain to deny,
for once you let the pain go,
in the dark you will glow.

Simply YouA complexion unadorned with the demons of society.
Eyes with gentle waves that cleanse me of worry.
Lips as delicate as the petal of a rose.
A smile so bright the moon is full with envy.
Laughter that fills my ears with the most beautiful of melodies.
A soul of age, of wisdom, and of strength.

A heart that pounds with love for you.

WaitSigh

Why is everything so difficult

Just

Shut up

And listen to me for once?

That's all I ask

Don't get mad

I'm just saying

To please let me speak

Don't turn away!

Pay attention please

I'm trying to be nice

It hurts to hear the truth

Doesn't it.

Yeah, I would know

But it doesn't matter

Right now I'm speaking

So look me in the eye

And don't interrupt

Stop trying to be tough

I like the other you

When you're kind

And you don't try to pick a fight

Just because you can.

I like you

When you care

I can't help being

A little girl

It's who I am

Don't try to change it

You wanted something else?

Then go somewhere else

But

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Driven is my emotion.
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Sprinting Towards Demise

by ~GrubbsWriting, Nov 30, 2012, 8:50:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.

Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.

Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.

A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.

Sprinting Towards Demiseby ~GrubbsWriting

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

I really just felt like writing something dark, but this rather simplistic piece is just a narrative of one person to another in brief struggle that ends with a death. There is no message or moral, I just wanted to write lol....

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