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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:07:28 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:07:28 GMT -5
The Thorns of the World
Life is a rose as with its dancing red beauty
With a smile of wonder on those that grasp one
And hopes and dreams for those that worship it
Of wedding and sex with true happiness
And springtime with joy blooming
Growing into your precious wish
But every rose has its thorn for everlasting tradition
And the world has more than just a single
Too many to count from one view
Red thorn of global warming and escaping crimson
Orange thorn of child labor and neverending blood
Yellow thorn of raging sickness and weakness
Blue thorn of tears raining of sadness and depression
Green thorn of lost nature to staining life
Purple thorn of shadows after one has lost in life
White thorn of emptiness . . . insanity of no return
Black of eternal darkness . . . absorbing all . . . giving nothing
A garden of hell's roses is blossoming in full bloom
No . . . a field of evil lasting a mountain . . . the world
one by one . . . falling and growing into melting toxic
Humans and their whims take it . . . returning it in ruins
One by one destroyed
A single evil left . . . but no good present at all
Stepped and destroyed like a running bug
Life ends
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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:15:21 GMT -5
Sunshine
Let them be the sunshine
always glowing, blazing, radiating, providing
but harnessed at the top of the sky unreached
I'd rather be heavy, sad rain
falling on civilization, like god's tears
forming heavy, dark clouds
To have broken through the layers above
to live, to feel exposed to the sadness
of the evil, sky of darkness
To be hit by torturing drizzles of acid water
carrying my drop, beyond the ancient sky
into the polluted, invaded street
I'd rather be crying, and if
to become stricking hail
then to shimmer the land with precious sunlight
raining down torrential downfalls on the humans of viruses
where they drive, hurt, and hate others away - even their own
greedy, corrupted, foul souls
I'd rather taste of putrid, metal liquid
than of happy-go-lucky, warm sunshine
If I could stand alone and, free of the weak
I'd rather be a small drop of acid rain
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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:20:50 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:20:50 GMT -5
Down for the Count
Friends and family with you by your side?
No. This is real life.
About to die and officials come to save you?
No. This is real life.
Lost in hope with another soaking your punishment for you?
No. This is real life.
Friends and family . . .
Bullshit. They'll never help you.
Oh yeah. They're going to be "on your side!"
Hells no. Cut the crap.
This ain't a movie.
When you're Down for the Count by:
The Neighborhood Bully
A Devious Kidnapper
Your Friend that just Sold You out
Being Trapped in Rushing Quicksand
The Jellyfish-Man-Of-War
The Demons within You
You're in it alone.
Look around you.
There's no friends and family here.
They don't even exist in this world.
And if they did . . .
Be happy that they aren't here to see you . . .
DIE
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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:29:51 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:29:51 GMT -5
Personal Demons
What is a friend?
Someone that chats with you?
Someone that laughs with you?
Someone that plays with you?
Someone that relaxeswith you?
Someone that relates with you?
Someone that trusts you?
Hells no.
Friends don't exist.
"So called" friends hold you back
"So called" friends gossip about you
"So called" friends care only about themselves
True friends are the . . .
DEMONS OF YOUR HEART
They allow you to feel
Anger and Rushing rage
Sadness and Tearing blue
Jealousy and Greening eyes
Flames of hatred surround you . . .
The defenders of your heart are dark
The silent friends do whatever you want them to do
Everyone's against you
Above you
Loathing you
Snitching you
Planning against you
Forcing you
Two horns on your head
Drooling, hoping, taking your delicious mind
Don't fight them
Let them consume you
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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:35:53 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:35:53 GMT -5
Who's me? That's nobody
Who's what? Who's me?
Why are you pointing to me?
Why are you pointing at nothing - a nobody?
You must be seeing things
Because I'm not here
I'm just an invisible obstacle
I'm a nobody
What can I do?
A lot.
For who, you ask?
Nobody.
And when?
All the time.
Why do I bother?
Why do I care?
I write for myself
Why do they ask me?
They shouldn't . . . know why I'm so
Sad, Mad, Depressed
Pessemistic, Sadistic
At Rest
The way they make me
Is what they see
No escaping life
No escaping reality
I tried that time after time
I'm a nobody
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Poetry
May 3, 2006 21:56:27 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 3, 2006 21:56:27 GMT -5
Dreams become a Reality
In the mysterious forest lies what you can think . . .
what is in your evil mind can jump out of your head
and eat you up alive before you can tell it's there
Evil Warriors, Sexy Vampires, Human Wolves
Zombie Foot-Soldiers, The Army of the Underworld
Can escape your mind and steal all you have in seconds
With the sun setting and moon rising comes great evil
Shadows destroying everything in their random path
Life is gone as the sword destroys the last branch of blood
Those you trust, those you know, with those undercover you
Can turn on you at the moment, and vamparic drains!
The evil twins appear and speak their secret language
Spell of the unknown, power to destroy everything!
You have to harness the power if to survive it
Dark Force, Evil Source! Choose now! Or he will punish you!
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Poetry
May 6, 2006 12:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Harley Scarow on May 6, 2006 12:49:22 GMT -5
Together to the Very End
I start from the bottom
To reach to the top
I thought I would fall down
But never did I stop
Fun times, tough times, sleepy times
I never did fall
I reached to the top of the mountain
I'll get it . . . all
When I was at the base
I started to climb alone
But then I found some two friends
Those who would help me, there for me
And we looked out for each other
In the snowy and brisk winter
The breezing and smiling spring
The soaring and warm summer
The dropping and tripping fall
We climbed together to the very end
When we reached the top
It was beautiful with the gentle wind
And the shining sun above us for the day
So close we could reach the stars at night
We made it together to the very end
Time comes and now we had to head down now
We looked and took our separate ways
We had long and memories of the time together
But we didn't want to go and instead we stayed
Together to the very end
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