Warmth of love as we lay beside,
Naked bodies entwined eternally.
Passion unspoken, yet instinctively known.
At first sight, we knew right then,
Together we'd spend a timeless affection for each other.
No anger, no hate, only blissful moments,
Each, lasting a lifetime within itself.
How easy it is to enjoy as one,
Every perfect instant we are gifted.
But alas at the waking, to reality,
Another dream gone, a breaking memory.
Never happening, just a wish in time.
A sigh unheard, unnoticed, unknown.
He carries on his dreary path,
Awaiting his time when all will be right.
This is the burden of the lonely soul.
In the darkness, the dead of night,
Bells scream out, the time is midnight.
A swirling fog descends from great height,
And children's laughter sends out a fright.
A ghastly green and ghoulish mix.
A shiver of fear as it grips the soul.
Run home now or face their price,
Damned, as they, to swirl all night.
Cower and hide, avoid being seen,
Or waiting for you are horrors unknown.
Endless fires burn bright it seems,
For sinners now, it has been deemed.
The children damned, thrice in fact,
Sinners complete, without any rest.
Instilling fear wherever they play,
Out for revenge from whoever will pay.
In the darkness, the dead of nig
Can you imagine a place where nobody is in pain?
Can you imagine a place where everyone is equal?
Can you imagine a place where all is great?
Now fix your mind on that place.
Can you believe that a little bit of this is possible?
Can you believe that our world can be this place?
Can you believe that all it takes is a little thought?
Now fix your mind on how.
Can you tell how people react?
Can you tell how much is wasted?
Can you tell how easy it is to change?
Now fix your mind on that ease.
Can you see what a beautiful place this can be?
Can you see what peace between people would be like?
Can you see what shame would be felt, i
She came along and stole my heart.
She took my love and echoed it back.
She made me feel like nothing was wrong.
She looked at me and made me smile.
I loved her more than I care to say.
I looked at her and all else faded.
I spent my time with her in my arms.
I loved who I was through her eyes.
We spent long evenings just together.
We gazed up at stars on clear nights.
We'd lay there for hours just talking.
We loved each other, nothing mattered.
Now she's gone, showed her true colours.
Friends no more, an empty space.
My heart, she tried to shatter,
But all she managed was to turn it to stone.
I've moved on now, all memories bl
Long lost friends, reunited.
Joyful greetings, tears begin to well.
Stories told, and past times regaled.
A magical time is reborn,
As an old friend is regained for each.
Long into the night they talk.
Accomplishments congratulated,
Failures consoled.
Plans are made,
Contact will remain.
Laughter and tears, remembered and relived.
Childhood memories, long forgotten pasts.
They flood back in a tide of wonder.
A partnership re-forged, now distances are gone.
The inseparable, separated through time.
Rejoined once more.
Never to be split apart again.
Only joys are seen ahead.
Forever more, long lost friends, reunited.
A baron of desolate nothing,
The prize awaiting a claim.
But a victor shall never emerge,
For this is an eternal war.
Piece by piece the force of insanity conquers.
Yet as fast as insanity works, a small hope works more.
Creating more pieces, redoubling them with words.
Defences erected, guardians placed.
All working ceaselessly to win the war.
Knowledge is known, the war never ends.
So why does hope continue?
Some say, "Because hope can."
Lost in the dark, wandering all alone.
No one to guide me because nobody cares.
A dark hell, tormented for all eternity.
Driven insane by a reality that cannot exist.
All desires, shown and denied.
Selfishness throwing a dark sanity over me.
Reason, killed by the bitch that is want.
Her screams, deafening the bluntest of senses,
Her looks, massacre on sight.
A wave of nothing carrying the death screams of a thousand thoughts.
Leaving everything in its wake.
All while maintaining a normal up front.
It feels like I'm living in a constant dream, but without the exciting part of being able to get away with what ever I want to. Walking round and just finding blank faces staring at me. People just walking into me as if I wasn't there. You try to stop someone, just to ask the time, and they completely ignore you, just go rushing by to whatever important meeting they're late for. So indulged in their own lives that they just don't give a damn about anybody else. Why can't they just open their eyes and see. Does it take any time just to help out a fellow person by giving them the time?
Every day on my way to work, this is what greets me. All e
Christmas time is finally here.
It comes but only once a year.
Children sleep, safe in their beds,
Thoughts of presents filling their heads.
As Santa climbs into your house,
He makes no sound, quiet as a mouse.
Piling presents under the tree,
Wondering what they must be.
Big and small, thick and thin,
All of them making children grin.
Morning comes with squeals of joy,
As children discover their new toys.
Quick as a flash Christmas' done.
But presents last, and so does the fun.
Children can't wait for the year to pass,
Waiting eagerly for the next Christmas.
A life torn in two,
Never complete,
Never apart,
Never to run as one,
Never to be…
Yet maybe hope,
Hope for love,
Hope for joy,
Hope for existence,
Hope for meaning…
Who knows the end?
Who knows the answer?
Who knows…
The soul,
A darkness beneath the skin,
Living in the shadows,
Never exposed to the light.
Deep down it drives you,
Without ever seeing where you go.
Giving reason to mortality,
Never fully understood.
The force for all emotions,
Bringing forth all it detests,
Hiding away all it loves,
Never letting go of all it cares.
Yet therein the trap lies,
Opening itself up to let love in,
Yet receiving only pain,
Never receiving what it needs.
The soul,
The rank bitterness from inside,
Licking its wounds in solitude,
Never fully healed, Never to be true.
Everything tumbling around me,
Nothing making sense.
Feelings that drown me,
Surround me like a fence.
Unable to keep breathing,
Wishing to be free.
Life slowly draining,
Not wanting to be me.
Pressure now increasing,
Crushing me deep inside.
Making me light headed,
A painful, horrible ride.
Now it's nearly over,
I know I will survive.
This one big mass of feelings,
An end must soon arrive.
I feel it drawing nearer,
As time goes passing by.
The greatness of tranquillity,
Must surely soon be mine.
Bitter sorrow filling the mind
Angry thoughts flowing freely
Leaving nothing but resentment
Unable to leave that which hurts behind
Wishing for release from internal torment
Too much pain from lives past lived
No reason to go on
Forward thinking, just a memory of the past
No meaning to life, nothing there
Self resentment for all past done
Soul un-cleansed, not ready to end
But closer it comes
Day by day the end draws nearer
Whishing to repent, knowing it will never happen
Ever more anger grows with the knowledge
No matter what happens now
Nothing can change the past
Nothing can save the soul once free
The slow torment of hel
All alone,
Nothing there,
Tearing walls,
Filled with despair.
Breaking up,
Nowhere to be,
Feeling down,
So hard to see.
Breathing erratic,
Body so sore,
No one to be with,
Just laid on the floor.
Greatness within,
Empty outside,
A cold place to live,
With nothing to remind.
Warmth up above,
Glass in-between,
Someone to be with,
A greatest dream.
Sad is the ending,
A horrid twist,
My greatest fear,
Ending in a ditch.
A World, spiralling out of control,
Left to die, destroyed by man.
Ravaged and uncared for,
Defeated, beaten, destroyed.
Pollution as far as the eye can see.
Devastation beyond measure.
Hate filled to the brim.
Unrivalled pain from the core outwards.
Comprehension, a thing of the past.
All defences overrun.
No one left to care.
Misery, the only emotion left to feel.
Horror, the only description applicable to the scene.
All eyes damaged beyond recognition at the sight.
Raw hate, flowing through all left living.
Few and far between, scraping a meagre existence.
Peace, no more an option.
Destruction everywhere.
For every death,
An ending, all that is required.
A scene, all that should be left.
A picture, painted in the mind.
A script, masterfully written.
A stage, constructed with love.
A setting, mindful of its presence.
A place, only one will do.
A story, capturing its audience.
A cast, wrapped in.
A play, complete.
A tangle of thoughts,
Together not making sense.
Love, guilt, jealousy, frustration.
Each examined, yet still no sense.
A meaning, all I search for.
Not wanting to hurt.
Love, wishing for one moment,
Wishing to be with her,
Just once.
Guilt, feeling so selfish.
Happiness is hers, not mine.
Jealousy, her love.
All he has,
All he receives.
Frustration, get over it.
She can't be, and won't be.
Forget it,
Be happy with what you have.
Hollow words for a hollow soul.
Still, a chance,
Just a wish, never to materialise.
A pain, pining for one time,
Waiting, as the pain grows.
Thoughts flowing,
What if?
No time for what if.
G
Broken.
Deep down inside.
The pain of desperation,
Clawing at my soul.
A darkness that surrounds.
Smothering me in self-pity.
Yet a light appears.
A guiding beacon,
Calling me out.
Leading me away.
Helping me leave all the pain behind.
A shining angel, hovering over me.
You cover me in a blanket of light,
Fighting the daemons of the deep away.
A shimmering haze,
A way out.
Release from my torment,
A guardian of truth.
I follow your lead,
Trusting you with my all.
Instinct, telling me to follow.
A promised haven awaits.
No more fear.
Never to hurt again.
A trick, unveiled.
Just before the light,
A darkness like never
Only one sits there waiting to greet me,
The second, nowhere to be found.
Where there was once love from two,
Only on remains to deliver.
A hole in the ground,
Where now one rests,
Leaving behind sorrow.
A feeling so indescribable.
Not even given a chance to say goodbye.
Robbed of a friend.
At least one has peace now…
The Lament of Innocence by IndustrialCunt, literature
Literature
The Lament of Innocence
The children laugh like death.
They walk on past my door.
Their smiles induce seizures,
The words they say die in vain.
The children's eyes cut through glass.
They destore all, once adored.
Their faces tell stories unknown,
Their gazes are so cold.
The children sew their lips shut
To seal in their blasphemies.
And they tear their stitches open
To spill their words to me.
The children have such exquisite thoughts;
Death to the mainstream.
They live in technicolour dreams.
Imaginary things are reality
And everything is full of beauty.
Childhood has the greatest death;
Oh so tragic to see.
Want to Fall in Love...? by IndustrialCunt, literature
Literature
Want to Fall in Love...?
Pretty little nicotine fiend with a caffiene smile;
Want to fall in love at the very first glimpse?
Want to fall in love at the very first kiss?
Want to fall in love...?
Such a lovely dead beauty queen,
With serpentine lips and a twisted grin.
With such a face, she was born to win.
You're gonna fall in love.
A bad attitude and a beautiful mind;
Chilly eyes that cut like knives.
She's toting a gun in her fishnets...
You're bound to fall in love.
Fingers as cold as ice with fresh-bled nails.
She's a gorgeous machine leaving rose-petal trails.
With one touch she'll have you entranced.
Want to fall in love...?
Dusky shawl of drizzle
wraps around the blue that is me
in this lonely night.
Play, distant harp
dance, bird of light
hear, my aching heart
whispers to you.
Happy memories of a time now long past.
Ambitions fulfilled, desires achieved.
A family, filled with love and care.
My fireplace, warmth, reminding me,
Reminding me of my love, now passed.
A gentle sigh, missing yet content.
No remorse, regrets or worries.
Ready to pass on, to join my waiting love.
Eyes close, weary of life.
A comforting end, in sleep, at peace.
Current Residence: Chicksands, Bedfordshire Favourite genre of music: So called 'Emo' (I prefer to say Punk Rock), Industrial, Metal, Classic Rock Operating System: Win XP (only because Linux is not very good for gaming) MP3 player of choice: WinAmp Wallpaper of choice: ctrl-alt-del selection and other random stuff Personal Quote: Life's too short to waste.
Favourite Movies
Too many to list
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Iron Maiden, System of a Down, Good Charlotte, Rammstein
Favourite Gaming Platform
RTS, FPS (Online)
Tools of the Trade
Life, a dream and plenty of paper (because I always make mistakes)
You know, it's kinda hard to think where to start with this sort of thing. So much has happened in the last year and a bit, yet when I look around nothings changed. Sure a few people have left, a few people have drifted apart and I've found myself turning back to my old ways of being alone. It's a sad truth but I was always the loner as a kid. I used to spend my time at home playing computer games. I tried to make a new start here, and for a time it was working. For once I actualy had a close friend who I cared (and still do) for. Now it seems we only get to see each other when there are plenty of other people around. We used to go driving ar
The following poem is one that was sent to me via an email. It's all about the recent events in London.
'You come to place your bags of hate
On bus and train, you made us late
Yet we'll be back again tomorrow
We'll carry on despite our sorrow
Your bags of hate caused some to die
Yet we stride out strong with heads held high
You'll never win, we will not bow
You can't defeat us, you don't know how
This London which we love with pride
Is a town where scum like you can't hide
Don't worry we will hunt you down
Then Lock you up in name of Crown
We're London and we're many races
Just look you'll see our stoic faces
We all condemn you
I've just hit 20. The end of the golden tenage years is at hand. If anybody is expecting me to be any more responsible then they gotta be kidding themselves. But then again anybody who knows me won't expect that anyway :D.
Ah well, on a brighter note atleast I'm going bowling and getting rat arsed latter on today.
Hello i noticed you were good friends with Megan also known as ~line-in-the-sand. I need to get in touch with her. First do you know if she is ok? I lost all my notes on a story, due to Katrina and Megan had copies of some of them. Do you know if or how I might contact her? I need to get those notes from her.