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A Killing Thought.Lost and lonely
In a chilling mind cave,
Lost in thought
From a killing brain wave.
Someone please save me
From this evil omen
That I like to call
It's taking over
And it's grabbing the gun,
This cant be real,
Please let me run.
I'm picking up the pieces of this mind,
Searching for a reason
To stay here and love,
To see and not be blind,
To not be a case of treason,
To not finally run
And hide above.
Escape With Poetry.My poetry,
It becomes something else,
When i wan't to escape,
My words cover pages,
And start to melt.
Out of this pencil,
My words flow like sap,
Straight from a tree,
So slow but at the same time,
They're quick like lightning.
When i want to escape,
My sad little world,
With a snap of my fingers,
And a flick of my pen,
I flow into this world,
Again and again.
The Sadist Girl.I was against all girls who were beautiful
But now I have been going against that belief.
A sudden burst of intelligence
Makes all the matters in the word
Fly by with relief.
A beautiful girl has come into my life
With promises of the lovingly sharpened knife,
Masochistic love is what it's about,
Oh I wont feel the pain
I have no doubt.
Drink from my vein
You sadist girl
While your eyes look up like a polished pearl,
I bet it tastes so metallically sweet,
Ah, our love is a burning heat.
Love me sweet
Like nobody else,
I'll give you my life
Without a second thought,
I trust you more than anyone else
It's what I have always sought.
I love you so,
Please love me forever
And never let go,
This masochist couldn't handle that pain
But I can handle your drink, my vein.
Loving your being,
Is blinding me from seeing,
The truth of how you feel,
That I'm your next meal.
Eating others love,
To fire your own ego,
The heavens from above,
Created it centuries ago.
They made it to protect,
What would come about,
The sucking of your insect,
And the massive blood drought.
So drink up sweetie,
It's your last meal,
You're going to pay,
For what you did,
From those who hid.
By Tom O'Daniel.
Fly down at night,
I'm the only viewer,
Of this magnificent sight.
A boy and a girl,
Both angels alike,
Dance through the grass,
In the dead of the night.
Electric blue chills,
Shooting down my spine,
As I gaze from the hills,
These angels take flight.
Right before my eyes,
Two angels electrify the night,
With blue sparks of light,
Up at incredible heights.
They dance away into the woods,
To electrify, what no angels could,
I hear them cry until bright dawn,
Angels electrified the darkened blue night,
The darkened blue night.
Breaking The Chain.
"Breaking the chain,
The mind is to blame,
Not the system of authority,
The innocents not in majority."
You live with the guilt
From the time that you broke,
The world seamed to tip
The universe had a stroke.
Now you must look for the answer
To gain the everlasting power
Of neglect and solitude,
Thinking a lifetime in an hour.
Time isn't passing
A second to a year,
Your life is unfastening
There's toxin in your tear.
You wipe it from your face
And let it drop to the ground,
Life isn't a race
Now your finally sound.
The Locked Mind.
By Tom O'Daniel
Cool wind blowing,
Minds of knowing,
What comes here,
Before the end?
Something we know,
That we do not show,
Inside your head.
Look for it now,
And show me how,
You contemplate it,
When the line is read.
But you don't know,
When the minds are glowing,
Your minds a cloud,
The time is dead.
You're waiting for nothing,
So just show me something,
That's called your head.
It's locked in chains,
Inside it's just plain dead.
Denial.Look into the mirror from the other side,
While seeing your reflection it blows your mind,
You twist and turn from that red devil in the drains
Lockdown within silver you're falling apart while going insane.
The only thing I'm getting from you is that you're a stranger to yourself
In that reflection of life's cracked mirror,
You keep telling yourself that you're okay
But deep down inside you're so afraid.
Just hold on and sit tight
You're going to make it through another night,
No more hiding behind the truth
You have to realize that it's you,
No more hiding behind a smile,
But it's alright love
You'll be fine, it's only denial.
Bathe In The Shadows.
By Tom O'Daniel.
Bathe in the shadows,
The darkened pool of grey,
You wish it were blood,
You demons want to play.
Your sins slip away,
In this grey pool of shadows,
Afraid to show your face,
To the new brightened day,
Forever in the shadows you want to stay.
Inside the bath,
Where wrong doings run free,
Let loose from your sins,
And be as happy as can be.
They will run past you,
As if you weren't there,
Be cleansed it the shadows,
And be free from despair.
Running On Fumes
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
I don't care if you don't believe me,
it is normal for these tears to roll down my face,
it is common for my eyes to be puffy and red,
it is tradition that my lips do not smile,
it is natural that I've lost all interest,
it is always the same that my heart will never be at rest...
it is average for my body to slouch,
it is typical that my head hangs and pouts,
it is popular for me to say "I'm fine",
it is odd for you to say I am lying.
I promise you I am,
No way do I let you get to me,
no way do you affect me,
(no...I'm not okay...)
I cannot hear your laughter,I cannot see your smile.
I wish that we could talk again if only for awhile.
I know your watching over me, seeing everything I do.
And though you'll always be with me, I will always be missing you.
You taught me that life is much to short, and at any time could end.
But know that no matter where you are you will always be my friend.
And when it's time for me to go you'll be there to show me the way.
I wish that you could still be here, but I'll see you again someday.
GravesDaddy, daddy, why are people oh so very cold
Why can't I have what they have, a teddy bear to hold
Something I can fall asleep on, somewhere i can stay
Some place where the roof above keeps us from skies so grey
Daddy, why can't we be one of those who have a home
Why were we the ones to walk the empty streets alone
Daddy, why won't anybody let us find a place
It is getting cold, I hate the look upon your face
Daddy, please don't fall upon the icy, frozen ground
Daddy, one day we will find a place, so safe and sound
Daddy, please don't die here, please, we'll find a place to stay
Daddy... please don't leave me here, just please don't die away.
Daddy, let me sit there as you know you can't be saved
Next to you as we both rest inside our lonely graves
Let us dream of somewhere warm and somewhere oh so sweet
Daddy, daddy, tell me.. why was everyone so mean?
This little girl.There once was a girl who cried murder,
she did this everywhere she went.
Her eyes could only see demons,
Screaming was how her days were spent.
Now this little girl she loved starving,
and in secret she took every pill.
This little girl she loved dancing,
dancing drunk drinking herself ill.
The little girl who cried murder was lonely,
so depressed and so discontent.
Do not get this wrong people like her,
But all her happiness has been spent.
This little girl thinks she's ugly,
she would be beautiful if she were thin.
she's to tall and big she cries to be tiny,
Going pale with a blade to her skin.
Now the girl who cried murder lost love.
Now she wishes she never fell in.
She tries and tries to get over it,
but she can't for see look where her heart has been.
Evil and horrid and putrid,
And murder and rape pain and love,
And hatred and blood loss and fainting.
with no more faith no more hope in above.
This little girl though of death smiling.
Murder murder she was left with their scream
Lost Spirit It's so cold up against this stone,
the only warmth I had was your evil soul~
It just breaks my heart~
To be so locked up, up against these walls~
I dream of being free once more~
But I don't know how to be free anymore~
I'm surrounded every where I go by these four walls~
I'm loosing my soul, I don't know what to do anymore~
Everything's fading away to gray, it's amazing to me that your eyes still gleam that devilish red- it sickens me down to the core, an I can't fight it anymore~
Something Less Than MeI want to cry
but that's weakness
in your eyes.
I become less and less
whole everytime you're around.
My heart starts to crumble
and then I see
I'm bound to be
something less than me.
Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.
They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.
The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.
I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...
Suicide.By Tom O'Daniel
The taste of victory taste the sweetest,
Yet feel of defeat is the worst,
The defeat is the newest,
I feel it's an upcoming curse.
Fighting for the answer,
But not knowing how,
To accept what's coming,
Or what am I feeling now.
I am feeling pain,
But somehow I'm numb,
Feeling acid rain,
I fear my life is done.
When you find my bones,
I will be long gone,
Laying in a hole,
I know it was wrong.
Goodbye to everyone,
Goodbye to me,
I wont see you next time you see the sun,
When I'm beneath the ground
Under six feet.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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