Submissions by shawnkabz

The cursed heart
The shadowed mind
The unfortunate victim
The heartless deceit
And the tasteless truth
God forgive me for what
I write For I am blind and I will never see the light
Only hell awaits for people like me
I am only as precious as a dead tree
There is no more reason to smile with glee
For death has come to set me free The burden of life
The burdens of breathing
The burdens of being alive
The burdens of death
The burdens of eternity
The burden of leaving
I shall depart
Never looking back
The beginning of...

Turn off the lights.....
She doesn't want to see me;
Please turn off the lights....
She'd rather stand afar laughing;
She'd rather stay away from me;
She'd rather be a curse to my blessing;
She'd rather bless my curse;
To me she'd rather be a poisoned muffin;
Or better yet a nail to my coffin;
She loves her hatred for me;
She'd rather stand brave;
And be the shovel to my grave;
She'd rather be the fueling gas;
To the flame that melts my armor of brass;
She would always be the 1st to set me at my last;
She would always be...

Pillars of gold built on the blood of the fallen;
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust;
All to be blown away by the harmattan gust;
Determined to get what I want I will,
I must; Before it all turns into a pile of dust;
A cold heart so beaten and so damaged;
Lay in a cage being raped and rampaged;
Who would be so cruel to allow such carnage;
A heart over run by a car with high mileage;
Ashes to ashes;
Dust to dust;
All falls asunder when friendship turns to lust;
Get what I want, I will and I must;
Before my soul turns to metal and...

We used to play like we were in high school,
We used to be together all the time and act a fool,
Others saw us together and thought we were so cool,
We never thought of either one of us as a tool,
We looked in each others eyes and would still trip,
We used to hold hands like we were on a field trip,
In tight situations you would hold me with a tight grip, And I would respond with a slight kiss to your lower lip,
On the 1st day of our story it all seemed so bright,
But I guess even day has to give way to night,
At every small spark  we would just fight,...

If I were to pour out the musings of my heart for you
I would do so not in words.
For words, restrict, their value lost in clichés
I would paint instead for you a picture
Of how every strand of hair on my rises in adoration
When I behold you in my sight
I would stroke those paint brushes into a waterfall
Fresh and pure like you
I would paint you a picture of spotless stallions galloping in the wind
Your abstract beauty and eloquence I hope to depict
A garden green with life and chirpings of birds I would paint you
For the laughter and warmth you...