Submissions by lastday20
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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The unholy
You are not lost
Child of god
We are made of gold
Sometimes treasures are taken
Sometimes we are forsaken
Look to the ground, we are hell bound
Be afraid not child of god
The cost matters not
Find your fate in this lake
Of sin, laying beneath the skin
We are sin its what we've always been
The devil's breed are we the seed
Yet the need to bleed
Leads us astray
We lead the unholy
We are not lost
Only lonely
Child of god
We are made of gold
Sometimes treasures are taken
Sometimes we are forsaken
Look to the ground, we are hell bound
Be afraid not child of god
The cost matters not
Find your fate in this lake
Of sin, laying beneath the skin
We are sin its what we've always been
The devil's breed are we the seed
Yet the need to bleed
Leads us astray
We lead the unholy
We are not lost
Only lonely
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sleep dear child
Sleep my dear child
The dark can harm you no more
Sleep my dear child
The monster's hunger is no more
The light has come
And the end has just begun
The dark can harm you no more
Sleep my dear child
The monster's hunger is no more
The light has come
And the end has just begun
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Be Set Free
Take away your shame
The lies tied, holding the disguise
Must be broken
Look in your eyes
See the beauty inside
Dont look at the clouds
Let the sun shine
Divine light
Sometimes we have to let go
To be set free
Dont go back
Dont hesitate
It'll be too late
Have faith in fate
Go and find
Your home
Dont get lost inside the woods
The monuments that stood
These things seem to be
Controlling everything
Hold on to your pillars
Keep up your walls
Dont be afraid
They wont fall
Dont be afraid...
The lies tied, holding the disguise
Must be broken
Look in your eyes
See the beauty inside
Dont look at the clouds
Let the sun shine
Divine light
Sometimes we have to let go
To be set free
Dont go back
Dont hesitate
It'll be too late
Have faith in fate
Go and find
Your home
Dont get lost inside the woods
The monuments that stood
These things seem to be
Controlling everything
Hold on to your pillars
Keep up your walls
Dont be afraid
They wont fall
Dont be afraid...
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cant you see?
Can you tell me
That you see
These things
Swirling and twirling
Dancing and running
Can you hear
The screaming
These voices teaming up
Filling up
The void
Devoid of light
Darkest night
These things
Bring unto me
Most dreaded death
Cant you tell
The denizens of the night
Live in light as well?
That you see
These things
Swirling and twirling
Dancing and running
Can you hear
The screaming
These voices teaming up
Filling up
The void
Devoid of light
Darkest night
These things
Bring unto me
Most dreaded death
Cant you tell
The denizens of the night
Live in light as well?
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A walk in insomia
A walk in insomnia
a garden devoid of sleep
where lost souls go to weep
endless darkness
filling the night
but sleep comes not
till the break of dawn
the early morning light
brings with it the beginning of another day
walking in a dream
feelings rushing over
brought by some unknown wind
lost, confused
a walk in insomnia
is a lifetime in eternity
for the nightmares never end.
a garden devoid of sleep
where lost souls go to weep
endless darkness
filling the night
but sleep comes not
till the break of dawn
the early morning light
brings with it the beginning of another day
walking in a dream
feelings rushing over
brought by some unknown wind
lost, confused
a walk in insomnia
is a lifetime in eternity
for the nightmares never end.
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crimes
Lies are disguised as truths
monsters seeking our demise
to take our lives
filthy animals we are
locked in a cage
bars made of rage
we are stuck on a stage
our victims the audience
our actions the judge, the jury
its time we pay for our crimes
to be locked in a cell
of our own creation
we tell ourselves
that we are the good ones
they the bad
its awfully sad
how when we’re mad
we harm with our “innocent” hands
made of sin
lies make our skin
clothed in our greed
no wonder we are a lost breed
the last pure...
monsters seeking our demise
to take our lives
filthy animals we are
locked in a cage
bars made of rage
we are stuck on a stage
our victims the audience
our actions the judge, the jury
its time we pay for our crimes
to be locked in a cell
of our own creation
we tell ourselves
that we are the good ones
they the bad
its awfully sad
how when we’re mad
we harm with our “innocent” hands
made of sin
lies make our skin
clothed in our greed
no wonder we are a lost breed
the last pure...
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Old wounds
The wounds that stay
The ones that break
The ones that stay
Day by day
Deep trenches
Gouges upon our flesh
Leaving scars
That go down pretty far
The pain is real
A monster the size of mountains
Bones so cold
Bones so old
Old as humanity itself
The ones that break
The ones that stay
Day by day
Deep trenches
Gouges upon our flesh
Leaving scars
That go down pretty far
The pain is real
A monster the size of mountains
Bones so cold
Bones so old
Old as humanity itself
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Broken Glass
I was dumb then
foolish and ignorant
An arrogant self image
But when i looked
In the mirror
All i saw was
Broken glass
foolish and ignorant
An arrogant self image
But when i looked
In the mirror
All i saw was
Broken glass
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Trust
If we succomb to treason
Then we shall object with reason
For if trust is betrayed
Then so it shall be slain.
With the fall of thy word
Truth shall go unheard
For if we trust not one
Then our credibility is zero
And there shall be none
Gone are the days
That we used to live
Of the times our wicked ways
Bathed us all with sin
And now is the time
That we dine with wicked men
Then we shall object with reason
For if trust is betrayed
Then so it shall be slain.
With the fall of thy word
Truth shall go unheard
For if we trust not one
Then our credibility is zero
And there shall be none
Gone are the days
That we used to live
Of the times our wicked ways
Bathed us all with sin
And now is the time
That we dine with wicked men
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Dirt road
The dirt road was dark, and desolate. Empty of any type of life, the sides containing old willow trees. I was driving my truck, nothing fancy, just some beat up ford. It was about 4 AM when i first saw the creature. Suspended from the branches, looking down at me with those red eyes. Piercing my soul, seemingly searching for something. I stop the truck, go in reverse, and its gone. No longer there, gone like the morning mist. I label it as my tired mind seeing things. But that thing, it looked so real. I keep going, to my house at the end of this dirt road. Only a 10 minute drive, nothing to...
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Phone calls
I cringed as the phone rang, the headache raging through my skull just wouldnt let go, and i made my way to it. As i closed the gap between me and the phone, a mere 10 feet, i felt a sence of unease befall me. I took it as my allergies getting the best of me. When i picked up the phone, all was silent. Until a sudden, ear shattering laugh filled the room. I screamed in utter surprise, then my shock turned to anger as i realised it was just some kids pranking me. Little bastards thought it was fun to call people at 12:00 AM just to agitate them. Then i remember that, i too did the same as a...
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Caged Tigers
These tigers inside my head
All tear, and scratch to be let out
They run about and clash against my walls
They scream and they screetch
To be let out
These tigers in my head
Are of the most vile breed
For they are the child of my evil and greed
These tigers are not to be tamed
For they are my master
And i am their cage
All tear, and scratch to be let out
They run about and clash against my walls
They scream and they screetch
To be let out
These tigers in my head
Are of the most vile breed
For they are the child of my evil and greed
These tigers are not to be tamed
For they are my master
And i am their cage
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