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Silent PainsCrossed into the streams of negligence, framed in the scandal of insanity.

Blessed by the ethereal banished ones, betrayed by hymns of profanity.

Shattered mirrors crashed down upon the skin of youth, extracted from their weary bodies the specific Vein of Truth.

Such bleeding wires enlaced their eyes, their flesh so pink and blue.

Countless dull measures of false accuracy bound to their every screw.

Never spoken, never raised, never seen, never praised.

Always silent, always dead, forevermore they rest on a thread.

Caged InA strike against sincerity;
We’re at each other’s throats,
Like lightning against a rainbow.

The angst shown through humanity;
Taking away my freedom,
Something like a love Nazi.

A wave of true passion;
I’m drowning deeper into your soul,
Like there’s no ocean floor.

A billion shocks per second;
Paralyzing my every move,
You’re just that incurable virus.

The imprisonment of an angel;
No escape available,
Like a cage.

And I can’t leave...

To Never Open It AgainLocked
Shut
Never seen again

These are the memories
Locked within these words
Never to be touched
Written, but not to be read

These are those memories
Locked within my mind
In the shadows of my heart
Hidden deep, but reaching far

Open
Absorb
Breaking open the forgotten seal

A dam bursts open
A flood of tears
Opening a memory
Long thought forgotten

Resealing the dam
Push it all back
Chains around my words
A lock to close it all

A Streetlight Manifesto"A Streetlight Manifesto", BK Endeavors/Brett Kelley, 1/25/13, 8:07pm

As long as I can remember, from those old days where primary transportation were the rubber under my toes I can recall that at night I'd experience the strangest of phenomena, or so it seemed to me at the age of thirteen

The light bulbs draped over evening-shrouded streets always seem to flicker and pop on whenever I approached, as if they were so excited to see a weathered pedestrian to bathe in yellow luminescence, this was the essence of my dusk till dawn wanderings, it was so magical to me.

And for some bizarre, naive reason I led myself to believe that it was becaus

Slate of SorrowNormally I savor and favor these long, gray days... clouds stretched so far as if to blanket the world, covered in a crisp grip of quiet and serene peacefulness.
But today truly feels more like lament... like today has been made emptier, more somber, and not of a silent reverence, but of an absent joy..... rain that usually falls like playful dancing drops as if the world were crashing... and the planet is left a little bit sadder, having the earth wept upon itself in this blank slate of sorrow.

Rain Could you imagine dwelling within a cloud? Being surrounded by nothing but white blur? For inside these white monsters reside hundreds of drops of water. Their numbers growing by the day, they know they must some day plummet to the foundation. What it looks like, they know not. They know only that there they must dwell, 'til, along with air and dust, they are altered into white giants as well. For that is what they call clouds: White giants. They know not the name we gave them, nor how hazardous the world underneath could be.

The white giants grew gray, a sheer sign that their children are about to plunge to the ground. One by one, the d

Six Feet UnderIt's happening again.

Again, I'm dragged into this metaphorical hole,
and I can't dig myself out.

There's dirt in my mouth, and the glimpse I see, of the sky so blue
is something I'll never be able to reach.

The Earth is cold, and the dirt . . .
The dirt, the weight of it makes me numb.

I want to scream for help, but I'm too deep.
Six feet under, and no I can't breathe.

It's suffocating, and I can't decide what's worse
The lack of color, the silence or remorse?

I want peace, but this isn't it.

The worms and maggots are not welcomed friends,
and come when uninvited and stay for dinner.

They feast and dine upon my flesh,
from

Dionne and Ann ~ Between life and deathDate: 5-30-2012
Time: 08:02 in the morning
Location: Outside

I walked out of the front door, I took my bike and left.
I was heading for school, Ann was sitting on my carrier.
I always sing while driving to school but this time I didn't...
I wasn't in the mood for school now, And I left to early anyway... I drove into the forest near my place, I cried...
I am emotional unstable as you might know... But this time it was really bad...
I was depressed for some reason, Ann knew it, she felt it.
I stopped, dropped my bike and backpack and sat down, leaning against a tree.
"I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help? I'm in here, a

Lifelong GhostsIt's the people you trust
That will hurt you the most
They can create shadows
And those lifelong ghosts
It's a cost we must pay
Even if we don't know
They're the ones threatening
Worst part's, often we don't know

Their the ones that can hurt
And leave the worst scars
The ones that can push you
Toward the worst harms
It's when they don't know
Or simply don't care
That they can hurt you
And cause you to tear
They're supposed to help
And be your support
But in the end all some do
Is cause you to hurt
The best thing to do
Be careful who you let in
Rely on yourself
Don't just let them win
Don't just give them your trust
Don't just hope they will care
Expect that they will hurt you
Because remember, life's not fair
February 20th, 2012
A. Heimby

RawI show my true art and
They broke my heart
They gave me new scars and labels
They sent me crashing through the world
Causing others to shun me away in disgust
Somehow I crashed into your angelic arms
I waited for you to sent me in disgust
Instead you held me tight as if trying to push all the pieces of my heart together
And you showed how to get out the Shadows of the Forgotten
And into the Light of the Forgiven

Song of the RainLet it rain, let it rain
Let it bathe the world again

Let it rain, let it rain
Let it wash away the pain

Let it cleanse the world of sadness
And be rid of all the madness

And when the clouds finally part
Let the sunshine warm your heart

Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain once again

a preemptive autopsyi. my muse is a darling thing, so shiny and full of syllables that leak out her pores when she smiles.
she holds her arms like she's carrying a newborn low to her waist and when she steps her footprints sing the bluebirds dead.
she tells me that ambrosia's got to sour sometime and i think it's meant to comfort me because

ii. my muse is a decomposing thing, so ribless and full of holes from where i have scratched her dry.
when i write her sides split open and i try to patch them up but the thread won't hold and there is not room in this ink for the both of us so
sometimes i peek through her torn up hip and snatch a glance of

I am MammalI am mammal
My blood will heat the chilly Earth, even when it is spilled.
My breast will nourish the forest canopy, shading my children from the Sun.
My fur will blanket the tundra walls, and never shall paper wings struggle to take flight there.

Beneath the weight of oceans past,
I ride upon the mountain of your back
and hear your voice, so deep as we sing
between the church pews of this life and tomorrow.

Breath, I must breath, but never
will you let me suffocate.
Beneath the weight of sunshine skies,
you lift me up to taste the air.

Search the world in vain with me,
for that ghost I can never find.
But in his absence,
you'

Killing JokeThe walls of my roost, they sigh;
For awake and prowling within,
A purpure silhouette writhes;
Hoarsely, he beckons me to begin;

" Be gone." Me thinks aloud;
Yet, an exemplar of glory is he!
Such exquisite chaos, endowed;
Manners of dementia sold comely;

" You complete me."

Hastily, he stems blaring a glare;
Books, pens, dust rattled off the desk;
His stance culled of a nightmare,
Now looms he, droning my neck;

Seated I, eyeballing the screen;
Naught a twitch for an itch,
As leathery hands locked keen,
He acquaints me own hands to script;

A fool I felt, a Puppeteer's aid;
'Tis then he bent, tongue in me ear,
Grains of a cha

Ghastly CryingWe are the only ones.
We cry.
Our eyes can't deceive us.
No matter how many smiles,how many lies.

Blue,green,brown all slightly different.
The darkness hidden behind them
Something our eyes cannot see, and shouldn't.
Our own emotions.

Why would you take that from someone?
Leaving them stripped, exposed.
Their souls revealed, to the you.
Stay away don't look too.

Humans cry.
Humans see.
Humans have eyes.
How ghastly.

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Subtle.

It rubs against my skin like a cat.

Dangerous, beautiful, wild.

A predator.

A killer.

But I still let it touch me

Because it feels so good.

I let stroke my neck and arms,

Making me shiver, torn between pain and pleasure.

Then it pierces my flesh like the blade of a razor,

So sharp, I almost don't even feel the pain.

It drags a rusty file down my spine

and makes my bones ache with dull hammer blows.

It deadens me inside.

It claims my warmth, the essence of my life.

Ever so slowly, starting with my fingertips,

And working its way to my core.

I let it in, this cold, wasting disease,

And

Uncommonly BeautifulThe stars are coming out tonight. A million, billion sources of light, stretching into infinity. A million, billion suns, each shining down on their own worlds. The moon is full and uncommonly beautiful. It will wax and it will wane, going from a bold, brilliant source of light nearly as powerful as the sun to the barest wink of silver in the sky, and then disappearing. But it will always return.

Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and paint the sky with color. It will give light and life to the world all day, as it has done for every day past and will do for every day still to come. Even if there are clouds and rain and storming, the sun wi

Out From the Asylum, pt 1.Padded walls.

A realm of white.

Hospital smells.

The soft sounds of laughter,

Crying, singing,

Sometimes even screaming,

Muffled by distance and walls, they reach my ears.

But the do not reach my mind.

Nothing does.

Sleeping, dreaming, waking,

My mind, my body, the world.

Is there really any difference?

To me there's not.

In this place, there's not.

Only dim white light, soft white walls, tall white specters.

They come in somethimes, stand over me, touch me, speak.

I don't know what they say.

Pricks in my veins, pain in my arms, stiffness in my legs,

I don't think it's real.

I pay it no attention.

And even if it is real...

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Ascent Into Madness

by ~ZombieBunny999, Feb 7, 2013, 4:01:00 PM
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I like it here.

I like the way there are so many little rooms.

A big hard building, full of soft little rooms.

When you think about it like that, it's pretty funny.

Everything is pretty funny when you think about it the right way.

I'm not crazy. I just look at the world in a different way.

I guess some people would be angry in my situation, but not me.

I think it's hilarious.

These people that locked me up, slapped a diagnosis on me like a label, told me to take pills for a condition that they made up...

They just don't see it, do they?

They just don't understand it.

But I do.

I can see, in their faces, in their eyes, they have a thousand cares, a thousand worries, a thousand things that make them upset, a thousand "serious situations" that weigh on their mind, pulling them down.

I was like that, once.

I lived a like the rest of you for a whole 26 years of my life.

I worried. I worked. I let things make me sad, angry, anxious, disappointed.

What changed? Well, you can say I got a wake-up call. A sign.

I watched the girl I loved get shot through the head.

In that moment, as I watched the bullet enter her skull and her face twist in pain, I realized something.

There were two ways I could react to this.

Way one: I could be sad, devastated, angry vengeful, react in the way everyone would expect.

Or, option two: I could just not care. I could look at this, look at this death, and just not care.

I don't know how this revelation entered my head, but in the few seconds it took for her brain to splatter on the wall behind her, it had completely taken hold of me.

It was so simple. So easy. So much fun.

I don't remember much after that. Memory is another thing I have given up on; I let my mind do whatever it wants.

I remember laughing. Probably because of the way the girl looked with a hole in her face.

Yes, laughing is something I have been doing for a while now. I'll laugh at anything, but you know what I find the funniest?

People. Those poor little people, staring at me, wondering what's so funny.

They're just too closed up in their own little lives to see.

Even with the answer staring them in the face, they can't see.

I'm not crazy.

I'm free.

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~Azure-Tongue Apr 22, 2013 New member Hobbyist General Artist

Very nice. Very reminiscent of my favorite poet.
-TTT

~TheHafflitHobbit Mar 5, 2013 New member Hobbyist Photographer

*Quiet applause in the background*

~ZombieBunny999 Mar 6, 2013

Thanks man :3

~MrHello556 Feb 7, 2013

I liked this a lot. i got a flash back to some dark days when the line about padded rooms came up... i hate those rooms and i hate those dumb straight jackets.

~ZombieBunny999 Feb 8, 2013

Glad you liked it...and I'm glad those dark days are behind you.

~MrHello556 Feb 8, 2013

Yeah im glad im no longer in there anymore

~ZombieBunny999 Feb 8, 2013

I can't imagine. Honestly, you are incredibly strong for fighting this.

~MrHello556 Feb 8, 2013

Thank you. You are strong too

~ZombieBunny999 Feb 10, 2013

If only we didn't have to be so strong.

~MrHello556 Feb 10, 2013

Yeah that would be nice

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