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with every word that escapes your lips

I hate you.

with every sound that you make

I dispise you

with every action you hurt me

I cant forgive you

for every time you dont listen

I cant live near you

for everytime that you failed

I just pity you

...and yet your still my father,

so why dont i get you?

I stumbled onto the forgotten woods,

where all our secrets lie.

And in those woods I found no truth,

but the spaces where wishes die.

I came upon a set of paths

each leading into mist,

Each holding into something new,

a joy found in a youths first kiss.

I took the path that showed the past,

and found the way obscured.

A path that should have, or might have been,

lost to another world.

the second path led to the here,

a knot met end to end.

I tried that path but too soon i found,

my start was at my end.

The final path still held a fork,

split in light and dark.

Depending on the way I took,

would be just how i left my mark.

I head down the road into a space,

a way thats still unknown,

a path both hard and sweeted more,

with every upward slope.

...so i took the path....................................



(some stories dont have ending, but write themselves in the way we choose to experiance them. this is one of them...experiance it and decide for yourself....life or dark, wrong or right...or worse nothing at all.)

With words as my meds,

i numb up my nerves.

I smooth out the edges,

like the lines of a curve.



I'm takeing a risk here,

pulling back all my skin.

exposeing my secrets,

all the lies stuck within.



You say I'm ungrateful,

of the things that youve done.

How can i be grateful,

when your ashamed of your son.



You dont even know me,

or the things i find hard.

But i keep all things buried,

this is my graveyard.

Do dead men emote,

can the past still feel pain.

cant the damned be forgiven,

will thing be fine again.



Do young kids need smiles,

do people need love?

Does faith need the congregation,

does murder need blood.



can the past still haunt us,

if we dont agree.

can we still be ravaged,

by a past we cant see.



I pratice my motions,

i write words on this page.

None of its helpful,

when i cant let go of the rage.

Like the pheonix in the flame,

in rebirth i defy you.

While I open myself up,

I deny you.



Where pain is my pleasure,

the isnt a cure.

I wont ever be 5 star,

trust me I'm sure.



Some deamons wont leave me,

there is no exorsism.

There is no good dreams,

when i dont have the vision.



life isnt happy,

you cant change what wont.

you cant change percetion,

some things need to hurt.



Pain isnt poison,

fear can be truth.

Life cant be perfect,

I cant be you.

In a world that once bore giants,

with nations built by gods.

How can we all be forgotten,

souls lost in the fog.

How did we lose our heros,

how did we lose our kings.

How did we lose our leaders,

who went and killed our dreams.

How can we have had our Shakespeare's,

our Motzarts, Eshers, and more.

When did we take our goodness,

and replaces them with our whores.

This world it once held promise,

man was filled with light.

Now the world is too cold,

sinking into night.





(pics from willowshadow)

I am filled with anger,

its flame is like a house.

its roar is of the lions,

while your voice is of the mouse.

my insides are filled with lighting,

I live off the things I fight.

I wont live as your teacher,

I am no acolyte.

I lead not by example,

I will not be the lead.

I will not be submissive,

a broken wild beast.

However, I will stand up before you,

take my place in things.

I will not die the warrior,

but stand before my own self

as the dreaming king.




Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge


of the Dreaming, all imagination and


creativity, everyone knows your beautiful


realm, but none truly understand it. You are


dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot


of time by yourself, just thinking. You are


almost as serious as Destiny, but not quite.


Everyone is enchanted by you, but you keep


them all at a distance, even when you


shouldn't.



Which Endless are you?
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east to west, and north to south

louder then the screaming from our house.

I gave you freedom, I met my stone,

I gave you a lover and a solid home.

You gave me pain upon your wheel,

nows my time for final cleansing.

I call to you oh father

and ask a boon of thee.

I beg you for your love my lord,

and that you set me free.

I embraced you like my savior,

instead you pulled away.

Religion was my sucor,

your grace had lead the way.

But for years you chose your silence,

even when you heard me cry.

You chose to turn a deaf ear,

a blind eye to your child.

Now I see the light god,

I see the forrest for the trees.

Its not me that needs you,

you live off my belief.

A vengiful god you may be,

I just no longer care.

So here i leave you my last gift,

this is the new lords prayer.

friends and lovers,

long romance

life's a sound track,

loves the dance

promises uttered,

in your embrace.

broken daydreams,

take your place.

dont trust quickly,

or too well.

You cant keep secrets,

with those who tell.

live the moment,

take your stance.

deny the lovers,

leave the dance.

I dont have to like blood to be one of you,

I dont have to be dark to find you approve.

I dont have to love death to find a few friends.

I dont have to be bi when i am stright to the end.

I dont have to be rich to join in your crew.

I dont have to be hot to stand next to you.

I dont have to be thin to be your one boy.

I dont have to be nice to be your next toy.

I am what I am and that who i can be.

I may not like you but i certainly hate me.