Hanging myself with thoughts.
Here is some poetry I have written in reverse chronological order. I hope you like them.
Wet is Subjective:
I'll find more solace in the rain
then you could ever provide
It apears much more often
then you.
The sky's attempt to imitate
these tears in my eyes
or perhaps just the other way around
I walk out your door
wishing for rain more then I ever have before
but it's sunny
clouds don't apreciate drama.
A puddle symbolic of our love
stagnant, depressing, and cold
you jump in
and splash me.
Liquid pouring down my face
and into my mouth.
If only this water could fill me.
I'm empty.
A little H20,
as far as life goes,
is all I can count on
with certainty.
A drop small and swollen,
it contains my heart,
oblivious on its crash course
to pavement.
Sadomasachism:
You say that I'm good
at making people hurt
well that's one thing
we have in common.
I feel shut out
and I feel like I shut you out
well good, you deserve it
I deserve it.
Lets hurt.
I see you with him,
So I let you see me with her
and I can only hope it will make an impact.
You make me hurt
So lets hurt
I'll make you hurt
you deserve it
I deserve it
If your words could make me bleed
then I'd be dead
so I pray that every syllable
will be a blade
Think of a nice long excuse.
This is a confession
of my obsession
to see you dead.
Myself asleep beside you.
And I pray there is no heaven
because I want you to hurt
like I do
Forever.
The Warriors Redemption, a broken thinker and messages from above:
Just two men at sunset,
once were they old friends?
Neither can remember
but they both know it now ends
Neither of them talk
there are no words to be said
no means of communication
apart from the other man dead.
The younger one goes for his gun
Click, Bang
Oh, what fun
"I will be complete
once this final battle is done."
The bullet rips off the older man's hat
could not take his head
he was prepared for the attack
Spent his whole life preparing
as a matter of fact.
Ratter tat tat
the barrell explodes
his life work,
justification
chanelled all through one hole.
The bullets miss
but tear up some Earth
"How symbolic"
The older man thinks with a smirk.
He snaps back to attention
as a bullet grazes his cheek
through force of discipline
he stops he knees from being weak.
His counterpoint was made
right through the younger man's shoulder
the younger man realizes it is he who is older
Though not by years
but his own mortal fears
that drove him to the edge and over
The "younger" man falls to his knees
the pain forces him to bow
he considers a prayer
and realizes he's forgotten how.
The "younger" man looks up and sees
the "older" man shines with his own
individual light
and though it is dark
he's so uncomparibly bright
"Do people see that when they look at me?"
He wonders aloud.
"Is that the color of my soul,
or am I covered by cloud?"
"Am I so sure I was right?
Could I have been wrong?"
It was to late
the time for redemption was gone.
"I love you"
the younger man cries
"I should of known it all along."
"I love you to,
it is because of this I give this gift onto you.
Your life would be pain,
but now it is through."
The "younger" man searches the "older" man's eyes
and knew he spoke true
The "younger" man smiled
in the distance church bells rang,
and he waited anxiously for the voice of god.
Bang.
The Lonely Shuffle:
The night is dark
but it pales
before the pitch of his heart
The moon is out
but the light can't
pierce his soul
His back has a slight hunch
He's grown old
He walks with a shuffle
His hands are quick
though his voice sounds muffled
His gunslinger blue eyes peer out from under his hood
and spots a young lover dressed all in red
"Maybe there will be sastifaction
once I've seen this last one dead."
"Come to me" he whispers,
"Come seek comfort in my arms,
Come to me my darling
know that I wish you know harm"
Her eyes scream in distress
but her legs will not rest
untill they have given this monster
his only request
He bites down on her lips
His jaws lock around her mouth
preventing her plea for pity
from ever coming out
He tries to suck out her essence
and the beauty there in
but her breath fades away
and he knows he won't win
He bleeds her
and loves her
as horrible images of
ruin and desolation flash through his head
is he the killer,
or the victim instead?
Her body hits the ground
with an exsaberated sigh
"My thoughts exactly"
the lonely man cries
and continues his shuffle
into the night.
Wet is Subjective:
I'll find more solace in the rain
then you could ever provide
It apears much more often
then you.
The sky's attempt to imitate
these tears in my eyes
or perhaps just the other way around
I walk out your door
wishing for rain more then I ever have before
but it's sunny
clouds don't apreciate drama.
A puddle symbolic of our love
stagnant, depressing, and cold
you jump in
and splash me.
Liquid pouring down my face
and into my mouth.
If only this water could fill me.
I'm empty.
A little H20,
as far as life goes,
is all I can count on
with certainty.
A drop small and swollen,
it contains my heart,
oblivious on its crash course
to pavement.
Sadomasachism:
You say that I'm good
at making people hurt
well that's one thing
we have in common.
I feel shut out
and I feel like I shut you out
well good, you deserve it
I deserve it.
Lets hurt.
I see you with him,
So I let you see me with her
and I can only hope it will make an impact.
You make me hurt
So lets hurt
I'll make you hurt
you deserve it
I deserve it
If your words could make me bleed
then I'd be dead
so I pray that every syllable
will be a blade
Think of a nice long excuse.
This is a confession
of my obsession
to see you dead.
Myself asleep beside you.
And I pray there is no heaven
because I want you to hurt
like I do
Forever.
The Warriors Redemption, a broken thinker and messages from above:
Just two men at sunset,
once were they old friends?
Neither can remember
but they both know it now ends
Neither of them talk
there are no words to be said
no means of communication
apart from the other man dead.
The younger one goes for his gun
Click, Bang
Oh, what fun
"I will be complete
once this final battle is done."
The bullet rips off the older man's hat
could not take his head
he was prepared for the attack
Spent his whole life preparing
as a matter of fact.
Ratter tat tat
the barrell explodes
his life work,
justification
chanelled all through one hole.
The bullets miss
but tear up some Earth
"How symbolic"
The older man thinks with a smirk.
He snaps back to attention
as a bullet grazes his cheek
through force of discipline
he stops he knees from being weak.
His counterpoint was made
right through the younger man's shoulder
the younger man realizes it is he who is older
Though not by years
but his own mortal fears
that drove him to the edge and over
The "younger" man falls to his knees
the pain forces him to bow
he considers a prayer
and realizes he's forgotten how.
The "younger" man looks up and sees
the "older" man shines with his own
individual light
and though it is dark
he's so uncomparibly bright
"Do people see that when they look at me?"
He wonders aloud.
"Is that the color of my soul,
or am I covered by cloud?"
"Am I so sure I was right?
Could I have been wrong?"
It was to late
the time for redemption was gone.
"I love you"
the younger man cries
"I should of known it all along."
"I love you to,
it is because of this I give this gift onto you.
Your life would be pain,
but now it is through."
The "younger" man searches the "older" man's eyes
and knew he spoke true
The "younger" man smiled
in the distance church bells rang,
and he waited anxiously for the voice of god.
Bang.
The Lonely Shuffle:
The night is dark
but it pales
before the pitch of his heart
The moon is out
but the light can't
pierce his soul
His back has a slight hunch
He's grown old
He walks with a shuffle
His hands are quick
though his voice sounds muffled
His gunslinger blue eyes peer out from under his hood
and spots a young lover dressed all in red
"Maybe there will be sastifaction
once I've seen this last one dead."
"Come to me" he whispers,
"Come seek comfort in my arms,
Come to me my darling
know that I wish you know harm"
Her eyes scream in distress
but her legs will not rest
untill they have given this monster
his only request
He bites down on her lips
His jaws lock around her mouth
preventing her plea for pity
from ever coming out
He tries to suck out her essence
and the beauty there in
but her breath fades away
and he knows he won't win
He bleeds her
and loves her
as horrible images of
ruin and desolation flash through his head
is he the killer,
or the victim instead?
Her body hits the ground
with an exsaberated sigh
"My thoughts exactly"
the lonely man cries
and continues his shuffle
into the night.