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PostSubject: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:47 am

(May as well post it here as well as the path)

Another tear falls,
another bird calls,
the bird no longer sings,
merely cries for his lost wings,
he sees the others soar,
he feels so poor,
he remembers the days,
long before the cage,
long before the gaze,
long before he had to stay,
he misses the sky, now he wants to die,
through the cage,
he gathershis rage,
gathers his strength,
it seems a short length,
the door opened he jumped,
what was left of his wings he pumped,
but with no wind he fell,
fellto the ground,
fell without a sound,
not free to fly,
but free to die,
free from his cold metal hell.
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PostSubject: Re: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:48 am

Dark wings, dark words, dark times, dark thoughts, dark actions, a dark home.
I walk in and embrace it as the familiar sting begins again.
A little pinprick at first,
turning into something much worse.
The needle marked the skin, the drug seeped in.
You looked at me with those dying eyes, and you told me every one of your lies.
I thousand times I called your name, in love, in lust, in pain, a thousand times I closed my eyes.
Let the darkness bring demise.
A hundred times I cried your name,
burning into my throat,
into my skin,
a hundred times you held the knife,
the darkness has become my life.
The pain my wife,
the needle breaks the skin,
letting the damning drug in,
the numbness settling down,
the unbreaking numbness of this town,
the bottom of the bottle is my friend,
it's showing me the end,
I'll take that knife out of my heart,
let's return to the start,
I gave you a million chances,
Showed a million romances,
No one can tell me why,
why is it that we all grow up to die?
Dark wings, dark words, dark times, dark thoughts, dark actions, a dark home.
Is it all that embraces me?
Is it all that welcomes me?
Tell me, why is it all dark?
Beckoning me, leading me,
the darkness welcomes me home,
The darkness is me,
it is my home,
It is my time,
when I am alone,
Somehow, somewhere,
All around me in the air,
Through the door I walk,
where only the darkness talks,
I've been here before,
It is my home,
It is me,
But at the same time,
it's you too,
So show me, so tell me,
If i show you mine will you show me yours?
Who's darkness is more?
But no matter what it is that i know,
It is that Darkness that welcomes me home...
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PostSubject: Re: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:48 am

In the air around me so cold,
Always having done as been told,
And now look where I am,
After trying as hard as I can,
I'm just standing here,
Gun in my hand,
No longer any fear,
I know I've done what I can,
A million paths laid before me,
But only a thousand endings to see,
Life, death, revenge, love, hate, and anything else that could be,
From the path well known,
To the one less traveled,
Yet not a one did I walk,
Forward or back I did not balk,
My choice was my own,
Yet at the same time it was not,
If we reap what we've sown,
Why did I miss my shot?
I tried, and tried, and tried,
So why in the end was it me who cried?
I can see my breath in the air,
But I no longer feel the sting of it all,
It just isn't fair,
Why indeed is it such a hard fall?
A thousand miles to the bottom,
but over a million back to the top.
I can feel the cold metal in my hand,
If I were a bird I would fly but never again land,
I don't feel my heart beating anymore,
my thoughts far removed,
If I tried to fight more,
Would it be possible to move,
Away from this hell,
It's impossible to tell,
Do you have any idea,
Just spare me your Ave Maria,
If my thoughts were true,
I wouldn't be saying this to you,
I'd be as cold as the air around,
Cold, so far in the ground,
Six feet doesn't seem too far,
Until you're like me wishing at stars,
Far beyond anything reachable,
This feeling is unteachable,
I wouldn't wish it upon you,
I wouldn't wish it on my worst foe,
I guess I should just go,
Say my last goodbye,
It can't hurt worse than this,
Maybe it'll be my one wish,
The air around got colder,
Snow is falling now,
I can't see in front of me,
This is my last bow,
A million paths dissolved,
One ending left for me,
Maybe after I'll see,
What could've been had I let go,
Instead of feeling this last blow.
The ground is warm,
I no longer feel the cold,
No longer see the dark,
No one said it would be like this,
I'm surrounded by light,
I'm finally finished with my fight...
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PostSubject: Re: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:49 am

How bad can bullets hurt?

Sitting, in deep and dark depression
Living with only one last confession
Cold steel in his hand so heavy
An emotional torrent just broke the levy
He opened his heart and spoke his soul
Still falling short of his one true goal.
He sits on his bed letting thoughts run wild.
He understands he is barely more than a child
Yet the thought remains on rewind and play
He wonders how it is if he were gone today.
Never see the sun or a smile again
He simply knows how it is not to win.
Or what its like to finally give up.
And wonders what its like if he didn't stop
If he pulled the trigger
Would his troubles be bigger?
Or would they be done?
As fast as the light of the barrel of the gun
If his blood hit the wall,
Body sags then falls
Would thing be any better?
Heaven, Hell, or dark forever?
Its as much his fear as reaction of friends
The people he loves right down to the end
Would they blame him, or the selves?
Or would they place the blame on another?
Someone deep down as innocent as his mother.
It would be his fault alone,
As his body fell like a stone
He hoped his notes would make them see
How hard he had been struggling to be
The very best he could to keep them all
Keep them from predicting his fall.
Nice words but a few of condemnation
Nothing so serene as his own damnation
As he holds the steel up to his head he blurts,
Just how bad could this bullet hurt?
A million flashes of time
Memories in this rhyme
Sad faces at a funeral that wasn't his
He wondered would his own be like this?
Only time would tell,
Like a trip through hell
They're the reason he still breathes
While his depression seethes
He can't pull the trigger
Wont make their troubles bigger
And and he sits looking down still again he blurts
"Just how much could one little bullet hurt?"
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PostSubject: Re: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:50 am

A drop of water falls, slowly
A torrent of fire burns, brightly
Worlds standing on an uncertain parallel,
one of Heaven, another of hell,
In one stands you, in the other, me,
Oh pray tell, why exactly did this come to be?
If only our situations were reversed,
both bodies laid to rest for better or worse,
Why is it you get salvation,
and I receive damnation,
so tell me then, was it all true,
show me, make me see,
why is it that there's Heaven above you
and Hell above me?
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PostSubject: Re: Ezekiel's Poetry   Sat May 31, 2014 1:51 am

Let's light a flame for the fallen
make it a roaring blaze not soon forgotten,
a thousand suns as strong,
a thousand suns as bright,
a burning that will never go out,
a flame that will roar louder than the shout,
of the collective brothers and sisters,
the mothers and the fathers.
Let's light a flame for the lost,
those gone, but never forgotten,
so far away, yet always so close,
for those gone too soon,
for those gone too far.
Let's start a fire for our friends,
and remember times that never truly end.
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