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AddictionEveryone has an addiction. A very own poison which slowly confuses, satisfies and then destroys the mind... It may be caffeine, tobacco, LSD, love (which is a terrible thing to be hooked on, I saw frinds of mine nearly killing themselves over this one, it simply ate their soul... But be aware, do not confuse it with lust), but one thing which terrifies me is the growing ammount of people who are fond of the darkness in their hearts, feeding its hunger with fear and death, just to become one part of the machinery of fear.
Most of them are not even aware of it, they get a kick by seeing tortured bodies, by feeling stronger because of things they never accomplished, not strong enough to escape nor to see they are powerless, and their fragile bodies fuse together to one chunk of bizarre, non-credible cretins...
This arrogance, this strength in numbers weakening them... It is the worst addiction of them all, leading to more and more of them zombies...
one little thing called lifeE They lied.
Go fuck yourself...
Drugs, drugs is all they Do These days
Calling me weak for having a Life
And Not hanging around
And Not taking shots, smoking pot, wasting blood and money
They are the people they never wanted to become
And i cannot help
For i Don't Know them anymore
I cannot kill them
They are killing themselves
They are killing my nerves
They are making their mothers cry in pain for they have lost their children due to a cheap drug, they are selling their brains for q cheap thrill
May god Bless the stupid and the bored
For i have no mercy on them anymore
The human formMany long nights thoughts have entered my mind.
The human race has become more than just a race...
It has become an oppression.
Men fighting men. Women killing women.
And that is not even violent yet.
Powerful weapons for everyone,
so that strong arms or minds do not even matter anymore
And every day, new children are born...
Asphalt is their new father
And screens are their new mothers
Even though it should be seen as a crime...
To throw an innocent being into this devil's pit.
Why should not death be an option?
To end a life before it can be tainted or worse?
To prevent a pure soul from becoming a part of this society?
It may be too late to save myself from this twisted hellhole...
But the insanity I have learned from the people keeps me alive...
Makes me stay alive...
For I have realized
That most people live like Zombies
Looking away and seeing neither good nor bad in their mortal existence
And instead visualizing another kind of reality.
ShardsI don't want to be the glass in thy hand
But still you drop me, see if I land
on the ground, or I break
Just by your will
Is it a joy or just a sick thrill?
And you still watch me falling, pretending you're attatched
And I fall to the ground, waiting to be catched...
Letter to nobodyAll of these days...
All of these days I have tried to talk to her...
Now my times are over, life has teared us apart...
All which is left for me is my words...
No experience, no happiness, but also no pain
For most of my feelings I have betrayed already
I really hate this life
Deep in the nights I try to clear my mind
From the picture I have made
The picture how I saw her
Maybe if I lose my sight
I will not be blind to fall for anyone
I will not make the same mistakes again and again anymore
But I run in circles. Spirals.
I run away from a problem
To repeat my actions
To repeat my mistakes I had made
To repeat promising this would never happen again
To repeat my mistakes
Over and over again
But if I think about it...
As long as my heart breaks
Even though I may never cry
It proves me I still have a soul
Watching each others step
Here and there
It's like a trap
A trap you can not escape
They are trapped, too, but they don't see
That trapped they always will be
Escape their God
Escape their good
As in their graves they rot
And still think they are free
Taking cattle for food
As soon as they see
What they eat
They want it to be freed
How hypocritical and stupid they act
They are not abstract
Truth about GodFollow, follow, follow
Your mind seems to be hollow
Do not think or act
It could harm, affect
Which lies in pieces
Under your feet
You are an empty sheet
Your mind following the path of every man
And still you think you can
Change your path? Feel my wrath! I am thee in who you believe
And i tell you: you will never recieve
My undying love
I am economy
The WeedDenied the spore which lay on the ground
The master did ignore it
But when human wandered, found
It might give them a clear hit
On their minds no longer
Clear pictures in their brains
But on the other hand
All their pains
Ignored, denied and
Soon they felt much stronger
Soon the weakest human was
Chosen to lead their land
But it was no friend, indeed,
A slow and stupid king he was
Soon he went and then he banned
The weed which gave them strength
Not the first, the tenth
In their row, he went and promised "I let it grow"
The weed, the weed, from the seed
It made forget me about
The things, the things, time repeats again, again
About the things I don't speak aloud
The things in life which always doubt
THat's when I fled from beaten route
No experience I cannot gain
The weed, the weedling, the evil deedling
Human take it, use it
Taint it, abuse it, makes a saint turn to shit
The spice supposed to stop my bleeding
Myself with poison I've been feeding
MadmanThis is the future
We see it, we know
It will to us show
Never what will happen
This is the day
Where you will not rest
Because God detests
The way laziness makes you stop
Stitch your wounds painful with suture
Into life's traps you will tap in
Throw all of your days just away
You are the bad seed, on your land nothing will crop
And you throw away thoughts
And you get some new ones
Not only one, I mean lots
Remember, remember that day you could have done better? It is too late to change, too late I say
You have wasted that one day
And not only one, many of them
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
Days that are no MoreIt conjures up old memories
nothing on earth could compare.
The words, in thirst of expression
of my heart
can at all times be found there...
Where cardinals rest
on snow covered branches
in trees, of winters' past...
I would peacefully watch
my warm breath before me
become a cloud of smoke
in the cold contrast.
...And they would take flight on occasion,
but always to return again.
Their red wings denoting
their comings and goings
always, without a question...
So suddenly, is the feeling
of what it is that I'm longing for...
A memory...With silver lining.
Days - that are no more.
By loveis-linda AKA LindArtz ©
She is not a ModelShe is not a model.
She is only just fourteen.
You will not find her marketed
Upon the silver screen.
She is not a model,
She may be a size eighteen,
But does that really matter?
Not a model, but a Queen.
She is not a model,
Her long hair has been cut off.
And most don't even bother
To find the diamond in the rough.
She is not a model,
She may have some issues, too.
However, when she feels like it,
She can act, well, just like you.
She is not a model,
She trips over in heels,
But after the exterior,
Can you tell how she feels?
She is not a model,
And really, who should care?
Judging someone by their looks
Is really just unfair.
She is not a model,
She can dress just how she wants,
She doesn't need you for confidence
And her awesome style she flaunts.
She is not a model,
And this poem she will write,
Just because she's feeling mad
At 12:00 midnight.
God s wondrous work of artWe all come into this world the same way,
we´re just born on different days.
Everyone is so unique,
some are strong , some are weak.
Some do good, some do wrong,
some are touched by the devils prong.
Society and up bringing play a central part,
in how a person performs and acts
and if he has a heart.
Parental love can influence
the way a child behaves
and fill his life with happiness
throughout his childhood days.
we are all so very different
we must learn to get along
showing love in this world
to which we all belong
cos every man knows deep down
at the center of his heart,
we´re all great individuals,
Gods wondrous work of art.
by Suzanne Karbach 17th August 2014
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagle
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
Time For Adventurous ProcrastinationTime is at my fingertips everyday
Yet I spend them on words and play
Instead of taking the time to work
I venture where the dust bunnies lurk
It's strange to spend my day away
To go off the beaten path and stray
It's not bad, not a crime of any sort
Discovery is worthy as a golden quartz
It's my mini adventure from home
Where I can fly, surf, and roam
I meet invisible, unreachable friends
They give me nice chats that rarely end
Wish, grant my wish to escape reality!
Give me something without normality!
Let me surf on the silky, silvery sea
And unlock many more happiness for me
And so I continue to use, not misuse
The precious time where I let loose
Death's Truth“I have never kept the truth from you,” Death said to me.
“I have never locked it away deep inside of me.
The truth I tell is for your own good, and I just want you to see
What will always be expected in the years you will live freely —
I took the happiness that kept you sane, which was luminously,
As it dwelled in the darkness that engulfed you so profoundly.
In all your youth years, you’ve claimed you were lonely,
And then I came along and took another from you not angrily
But caringly. Without me, you wouldn’t have been awakened and aimlessly,
Allowing Life to fool you into their game and carelessly
Lying to you about what shall come and what shall not continuously.
I am harsh and I know it very well, but I am not the villain many say clearly.
I assist players, who need the devastating pain to help them move onward bravely,
But then I’m considered the bad guy as the player does my job for me and does it abruptly.
The truth is, you don’
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.
His clothes were torn, his face unclean - sure wish he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Please define 'vermin.'"
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's "Squirmin' Herman"!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him keeps me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through,
sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay,
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
We are ApocalypseA bright fire in the sky
Women get raped, some people die
They call it sun, they call life bright
Whilst i am waiting for the night
Kids battle each other with guns and knifes
Just after their start they end their lives
Fascists again gain political power
Whoever voted for them is and idiot or coward
Robots are roaming the street
Working for energy and heat
Whilst being blind, until their graves
They will be just some zombie slaves
I watch it happening every night
I would not say that future's bright
In this world of misery
There is no real nice place to be
Children going insane fast
Drugs, every breath may be their last
Armies fighting global wide
No one cares nor asks them why
This is hell? No! It's here and now
The world, a madhouse, just like every day
People don't realize, might lift a brow
And believe not a word i say
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