rotating made of blue,red and green geometric shapes, cubes,triangular prisms, and cylinders allconnected by short yellowrods. This structure is twisting through ablack chasm dotted by stars, galixies,and super novas.the structure is based on fourcolumns equally spaced tocreate a magnifient creation. ~Benjamin
to a new place, the roots of life are strong, within the gates lies 1,000tombs and a crying maiden, her lover lost to a sea of fire and pain, a spell ofmelancholy rests above her as he sings that magic melody, and for that restless hourshe watched, a strange heart and a stranger life, thethought that the times had changed were crushed by her arrival, we areinvited to roam, unchangeable change and sweet flowers arebestowed upon us, she crossed the corridor as a downcast of shadows chased her away,he threw a chair at the beast, it ran, drops of sadness fall on the town below,go away I can't see you now, souls to save inward fate into the grave no death here,when the music's over turn out the lights, are you content? this world?proceed.truth will show.how?I deem this absolute but not real or false, life content? here we will sweetchild for the late slaughter, stand like rocks, ok you canturn out the lights now. ~Benjamin
He awoke the next mourning in a warm bed, with a warm
A memory of my heart's desire
Rises from my sould within
And I begin
To Wonder
What love truly means.....
World Of Hate-By Brad
I awake to a world of hate full of prejudice and the sense of hate which grows within.....
No one understands,
No one can see I do not hate
Yet you still hate me
I am so lonely......
Suddenly the world becomes a daze And the sun a forgotten blaze....
The voices around (me) start to fade As the path that has been laid
The sense of hate fills the calm....
No one understands
No one can see,
How my soul is being ripped from me....
Here's a few quote type thingys Brad wrote:
"To some, words of wisdom are nothing more than just words."
"Hapiness is just another emotion"
"The truth is nothing more than the opposite of a lie."
"To know is to beleive."
Getting a little more poetic now......
"The soft touch of your sweet and gentle kiss is like
"My undying love for you, oh poetic one, can never be
"The soul is like a great fire, but with each
"I chose hatred over love, pity over honor, I beleive
"To truly see somone, you must first look inside their
"The deadly silence is more disturbing than the aftermath of a great war"
Poetry-By Brad
What is poetry?
A way to express pain?
To release thoughts for all to see?
A poem is as a bleeding heart
To some poetry brings great joy,
But the heart that wrote the poem still pours out memories hoped to be forgotten
Read poetry as you would listen to a friend pour their heart out
Just don't forget the poet, for he is the bleeding heart.
sick the way he is he sneaks a look
inside the window, to his suprise she was
glaring back at him, he asks for her
name, still staring at him she said "occido", i live
under the moon
"Wow", he said, you are beutiful
She bent over through the window and kissed him softly
he felt her icey lips against his
He pulled away violently and shouted "Who are you?"
She slithered out the window and replied softly
"I am who you think I am, and nothing more"
"you are who I think you are"? he questioned
She pulled an odd shaped object from her dark pant pocket
she pulled close to him again, and revieled the object to
be a knife. With a quick move of her wrist she slid the fine steel
inbetween his ribs, and twisted it, stretching the ribs apart.
The man screamed as if he had been stabbed, as if he had been
stabbed. He did not scream in pain, he screamed in anger.
You are not Occido you are Era Frustro
YOU ARE WHO I THINK YOU ARE? I think not.
blanket, laying on a warm pillow, and a warm
knife sticking vertically from his chest. He awoke under
the sunset, she brought him there. He will not escape
never breath, or never see agian, for eternity, or what he thinks
eternity is.
Fin.
~Chris
Missing Soul-By Brad
When the world becomes dark, you will find me.
When the light returns, I will be no more.
When the true meaning of life is sought out, I will be there lending a hand.
If the world chooses to continue their hatred towards each other, I will dissapear.
When I look to the stars, it reminds me of you.
When I look to the people of this earth, I can find no more than forgotten emotions.
When you discover the true meaning of love, I will return to your side, forever.
If you consider these words I have written, you will understand my life.
the gentle breeze of the spring, and the
warmth of a heated fire, on a cold winters night."
shattered nor broke. My life is in your hands
for now, my love..........."
emotional blow, the fire within grows dimmer....."
that loving someone is hopeless, and that
the tired emotions that lie dormant within my soul, are to never be released again."
soul. And to find to true love, you must
first view them with all eyes open, and with
a kind, gentle heart."
silently, making you brainwash your children and saving them the effort
who you ask? The U stabs your eyes out and the S slithers its
slimy coils around your neck. Not even satan could produce such horror.
Black heart
By:David
Sitting in a world of hate
Searching for one…
But there is no escape
Your life is in the hands of fate
It chases you and haunts your life
Who will feel the hand tonight?
The hand of death that grips you tight
It takes you in your sleep….or when the time is right
The cold mist creeps from the darkness
The icy hand reaches for you….
It hits your shoulder…. and you think….
Is it your time too?
You see the scythe shimmer in the moonlight
You run for you life….but is it right
You hide behind your grave
Is it your time tonight
The dark figure approaches you
Staring and glaring at your black heart
He raises his arms and yells at you
Yes tonight…. Its time for you
