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psh dont like the pic but I got it.
Will edit this.
Love the picture... deffintly
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From Behind These Walls
From behind these walls
You cant see me
From behind these walls
I cant get free
From behind these walls
Something lives beneath
From behind these walls
I am about to unsheathe
The things I cannot show
But I am willing to grow
Into something you want
I’m not a slut, I do not flaunt
I do not tease, and I do not beg
From behind these walls
I sit and grow inside an egg
From behind these walls, my anger grows
As your heartbeat lingers, and starts to slow
From behind these wall, I hate you
From behind these walls, I will break you
After all.. Skin and flesh is just a shell
But living inside of you, has been hell
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I stretch fallacies
looking to find truth
in the fold.
I am told, it will
snap back, and
trap me one day.
I am confined.
I can’t move from
this place,
though it has
begun to crumble
around me.
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Condemnation
threatens the
foundation of
my sanity, yet…
I can’t break free
of her smile.
I am shackled
to her laughter,
crying.
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Why does beauty
hurt? Haven’t
I bled enough in
this lifetime?
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I really must stop
believing in holding
hands. My destiny
has been crossed
by her, and mis-
interpreted by God.
Everywhere I turn,
a fork in the road.
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She wounds,
she caresses,
she leads me,
back to sanity…
I AM BLEEDING!?!
I am bleeding,
tears for sores
and to make matters
worse, this seasoning
tastes like comfort.
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I am a bastard child,
but I knew my parents:
Insecurity and Jealousy.
I’ve been orphaned to
know, someone will beat
me to patenting.
A mental ward of thinking,
paranoia the by-product
of creativity…
I want poetry to be mine!
My originality is suffering,
delusions of grandeur.
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I thought I could design
escape routes. Believed
I could build un-scalable
walls. Had faith I could
scrap the blueprint.
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But I guess love doesn’t know much.
My Captive
My shame buried itself in me today...
Burrowing into a lie i swallowed
Following my traitorous conscience
In a souless wooded hollow
I forged a mask in his passing
A decadent soldier of misfortune
No light in his eyes --
-- Instead faint shadows of torches
Memories of a fire
That died in his mourning
Anyhing good has been malnourished
And the pain cant be sedated
My soul is dying,
Decimating -- Defiling
And giving myself abrasions
Singing gosspils to a stuborn God
Feeding my prisoners poison
cold needles dripping an escape
filling my veins with Fate
But then a rude revolation
close behind is pain
-- soon comes temptation
My captive, my captive....
Your roots have dug enough
You've ran and now your trapped
clamped in sorrows clutch
My captive, my captive
Forever you are gone
In a pitless void of guilt
forever drifting on
First time I ever posted in this thing.....here goes...
On the beacon, lying naked
Cuddling herself as she brooded
What's inside of her gets ready to explode
Gonna shift itself to legion mode
Unleash the emotions inside of you
Awaken the beings and create something new
Arms break the bars of that cage that was you
Let the people out and try to give a clue
Always afraid to show oneself
Lying there without anything to cover you but your skin
Never afraid to be condemned by our eye
We know that you hesitate because you lie
I can see the hands coming out
I could even hear the anger from that shout
You can hide, but you will always be seen
Parts of you go out from where they've just been
Then I ask myself, what does that mean?
Try to show your beauty, make us believe that you're clean
But in reality, the prisoners are the ones who make you win
What is shown is not even you that's one tenth
You are the beauty, they are the strength
A ragged hurricane of fanatics
Taps the doorway to success like ticks
They walks the path with no morality
A real human, something looking for immortality
Showing no emotion, neither hurt nor glee
But you continue to fight, even though you're down from the bout
People call you a sinner, you can hear them, such a painful shout
The humans ask to be unleashed without even using their mouth
But you won't do that, because that's the easy way out.
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Locked away in this -
beautiful fairytale with Snow White;
lies crashing down on my trapped soul...
God's artwork never ceased to,
hit every website from here to explorer.
Down in the dumps like no body wants me,
trying to reach out; speak out, something.
My peeps leak out - not people;
its unhuman, the things they see -
Me...
Views from inside threads like clothing,
showing info so everyone thinks they know me.
Personality hides, no need for appearence,
my insides, they've already seen it...
My mind's confined - tighter, closer
than Victoria's Secret,
I no longer own one.
I am NOT a pornstar.
I am a person,
without a secret.
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I will testify,
but I'm not innocent.
I had a wife and we were married for twenty three years
that's a large portion of my life where I was under control
our children were honor roll and our occupations were fair
love was amazing after hours;
but did love have magical powers?
If it did, there wasn't enough to chain my life behind walls
the scent of highways transform me into a savage illusionist
making it seem like my body was at home, but a soul wasn't
this family alone won't hold my true self down like a monster
if there is any real addiction;
it's the feel I get from pain affliction.
See at home, I'm the everyday father, caring about my blood
but outside these wooden barriers, there is a totally new me
a crime fiend, that lives to destroy the physical being of laws
whether it's dealing or homicide, I just have to feed the hunger
and in the eyes of a criminal;
you'll find the mind of a animal!
One morning I came home to find my belongings interrupted
cocaine in the kitchen sink and syringe’s broken on the floor
a note on the coffee table near the couch, reading arrest
my family is turning me in for the award of my containment
once you have faced the court,
you think twice on the life you've endured.
So there I stand, shackles on my wrists, ball and chains below
slipping lies out between clenched teeth, giving smooth perjury
smiling at the my wife and son, who will soon me six feet under
releasing a grin as the jury reads me 'the defendant’s innocent'
in every heart, there is a dark chapter,
but in some, there is no light to live after.
It's midnight, and this bitch appears so innocent under my knife
as if I should be forgiving, but there is no judging a book cover
so as I cut her open like that first turkey leg on thanksgiving
I smear a note on the walls with her blood, for the police to see
and it reads...
I will testify,
but I am not innocent.
*Closed*
I will pick this weeks winner after i can read through them when i get back from vacation.