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Voices in My HeadDeath and pain
I want to see my blood flow
Don't want to hurt any more
I don't want to be left alone
So afraid
They're all leaving me
All of them
I'm going to be alone again
But...
I'm not being abandoned...
It's not their fault.
They come and go
Like leaves in the wind.
And it seems that I'll be here for ever.

peoplethey are killing children,
no one seems to care.
women are just but slaves to them,
husbands only stare.

they call to us with outstretched hands,
hands are burnt and charred.
and their faces are so scarred,
by torture done so rough.

they have nothing,
while we have it all.
while we do nothing,
they take the fall.

they have a faction,
that holds controll.
and this faction,
kills and tortures on a roll.

no one stops them,
though we can.
we are the world,
they, a flash in the pan.

No Regrets***
Have you ever seen death? Looked it straight in the face? Seen the eyes of a madman wielding your fate in the palm of his hand? Well? Have you?
*
I have.
*
Have you ever looked to the sky and seen only the black? Seen the storm clouds following the sun? Have you seen the bloodied angels in all their wrath?
*
I have.
*
Have you ever seen the stars blink out one by one, swallowed by the endless depth of space? Have you ever closed your eyes and seen the death of the world?
*
I have.
*
Have you ever swayed from the path of your salvation to follow the path of sin? Followed what you knew would kill what was left of you

what we were,and could bewhat we were and still could be,
we were friends don't you see?
we were close,but due too this,
we have stormy seas to traverse.
be it fault of mine,or of yours,
I am willing to explore.
so now I implore.
you got a phone,
I do too,
but it's you who needs to make the first move,
in this mistake.
a problem should be open in this world,
for friends who know what could unfold.
I'm sure you don't need to be told,
this was no fault of mine,
and it sure won't heal with naught but time.
oh we are both so young,
but goodness knows we had some fun.
I don't know if this was you or what?
but surely we can work this out?

sickens meoh society how you sicken me,
we are oh so full of greed.
but I don't need your shit today,
don't patronize me,is all I say.
another word you will not hear,
of me and my irrational fear.
cuz we don't kill,
we don't sin,just let us out,
and we'll come in.
just imagine my surprise,
as I looked into your eyes.
and watched the battle axe,
fall deep into the past.
full of apprehension,
at us all,
who are still crawling
in petty thoughts of,
all our wants,our needs,
our downfall.
it sickens me.

Friends Who Cannot FadeFriends and family live as their kin and friends fade away,
When a soul is at the corner of being lost, fear for yourself is gone,
And all your thoughts fall to whom is at the brink of leaving you,
I myself fear that I may be a curse to my friends and family,
My mother who has died one year from now,
And now one of my best friends is too close to deaths grasp,

One year later… that is fear that goes through my mind,
If I had the chance, if I was given the opportunity, I would give my life,
Just so that a better person would walk this earth,
But there is no sense compassion in this world,
And life itself is too harsh for us all,

This

Welcome to my worldWelcome to my world,
Please enjoy your stay,
Welcome to my world,
We have no time to play,
Step right up and see my heart,
Falling from the top,
Take a look, take a part,
Just don't let more drop,

Here we see my eye of tears,
Please do mind your step,
This is where I hide my fears,
Where my pain is kept,
It's locked up in this door in front,
Don't be afraid to look,
Don't the touch the knife; it isn't blunt,
That's where my hands both shook,

See that face hidden away?
I thought I used to know him,
He knew what to do and what to say,
He made the light un-dim,
I remember his smile,
I remember his voice,
And

A Mother's LoveVeronica clutched Violet tight to her chest as they walked closer and closer to the faint glow in the distance. The snow whipped around them more violently than ever, almost as if it was trying to keep them away. The baby coughed as Veronica trudged onward. Violet had always been a sick child, but she needed medicine soon or this would be her last winter. The lights seemed to rush at them and then run away. They snow had gotten so deep that Veronica couldn't be seen from the waist down. She hushed her baby in case it felt any fear from the harsh weather. She pushed onward, the cold began to seep through her clothes and she hugged Viole

Nobody LovesNight so dark,
Embrace my heart,
Chains settle all around,
Fear is my fire,
Pure,
Tainted,
Caged within my own mind,
Free me,
Kill me,
Torture laughs,
The birds begin to fly,
I see the eyes,
Nobody loves,
Forever true,
Tease my heart,
Set me free,
I cry,
I scream,
You care,
The silence cares,
Laughter echoes,
Withering Petals,
Muderous tears,
Pain is the sunset,
Eagles soar through my sky,
Nobody Loves.

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Many Woods

by ~joulee, May 16, 2004, 4:10:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I have always loved
Many woods drizzled and drenched
With fog. Obscure, gray
And the paths are blurry and blasé.
I love unfrizzled, unentrenched
So that every step has a chance
A possibility, if you will, a glance
Into a beautiful destination.

And in the morning
No direction seems more delightful
No angle sharper or more stern
No turn reveals a blemish any eye can discern
Only shades of hopes, designedly unspiteful
Whispering promises of adventure, treasures
The fulfillment of dreams and pleasures
Destinations are beautiful everywhere.

The woods are many
And I am one.

It’s like a fable.
So then
Why
does it
surprise you
that I’m unable
to move?

Many Woodsby ~joulee

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Sometimes, every once in a rare while late, late at night, I get the urge to write poetry (though I'm not much of a poet besides having an appreciation for the art). And at times it's a personal reflection, and other times it's my imaginative muse conjuring up another person and another environment. I'll leave it up to the reader to decide which. : )

The picture is an old one of mine that I retired some time ago and brought back here in edited form for lack of time in trying to paint something else.

Grazi!

~Loa4eVER Jun 28, 2005

Nice feeling about this one.

~joulee Jun 28, 2005

thank you! ^_^

~Loa4eVER Jun 28, 2005

No problem.

~Merillian Nov 19, 2004

oh.... great

~out-of-chaos Jul 12, 2004

Wow that looks amazing, atmospheric and beautiful.

~houyhnhnm Jul 8, 2004

It inspired this ...

Many woods - a reply

Many woods have I passed through
What I leave behind grows moss; disappears
Many woods have I passed through
Under old trees like love unaltered
Fettered by earth; memories;
The woods have I passed through:
Saplings inexperienced with roots
Rose bushes of undeniable
Unending pointed ends.
Many woods have I passed through
Where the wish of death and past
The killing fields where we met
Lie stinking rotting flesh
(So like memories)
In the woods I passed
Where a future that never got a chance
Lives past its life there -
Where we chanced upon a swing
And I sat and swung and bent back till my
Head touched the sand:
It made the woods laugh
With the fluttering of birds that took to air.
In the woods we passed through
Where fables were unmade.

You cannot move,
The woods do though.