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The Dark Side Of The MoonRoya woke up to the smell of coffee and wet dog. Grumbling as she brushed her black and white hair from her face. She was ambushed last night and brought to this house. She was told that she would be part of experiment. Royas' small frame seemed dwarfed by the room she was currently in. Deciding not to waste her time sitting around waiting for her new 'roommate' to find her; she swung her small but toned legs over the bed grabbing a robe before she headed downstairs.
"Well explains the wet dog smell." She said while sighing. A man with dark skin and tense muscles stood in the kitchen his back facing her. He was obviously a werewolf...Great they trapped her in a house with the bloody werewolf. She inwardly cursed at herself for being so stupid. Not only did she get kidnapped but she got kidnapped it has to be around a flea infested mutt.
“I can’t say the same thing about you…Leach but you know the blood smell” He’s deep voice rumb
My Stitched Up Angel“Dear child do not cry.” A handsome young man dressed like an Egyptian said to a shattered girl on the ground. The man sets work on stitching her back together with thick black bread that stood against her flawless marble skin. It was a good few hours before he finally picked her up completely the poor girl was out cold so he gently picked her out carrying her the 7 miles it took to get to his house. Once inside he gently laid her on a bed in the guest room and left her to sleep it off. You see this young man knew exactly who… Or what this girl was and what happened to her. The Egyptian pass the time by cleaning his fairly clean house. Only stopping when he hears light stumbling footsteps from down the hall.
“Who are you?” the young tall beautiful woman asked in an angelic voice. She was using the doorframe to help balance her obviously still not well enough to walk on her own.
“ I’m Nile the witch Doctor who stitched you up.” Nile answe
Blessed curseIt was a rainy night a young man and woman sat in the small cozy living room with a fire going, drinking coffee. The woman had tapered blue-purple-black hair, rainbow eyes and sun kissed tan skin , swirl tattoos covering her body that seemed to move, wearing black sweat pants with a fitted blue tank top that had ‘I dare you’ written in purple cursive. The man had red-black trimmed hair, gray eyes, olive skin, circle tattoos and was wearing black and red striped sweatpants with no shirt.
“Armada?” the man asked from the couch.
“Yeah?” Armada said watching the rain fall.
“How are you holding up?” the man asked turning his head watching his friend with concern. Armada simply looked at him raising an eyebrow. “It’s the anniversary of the night Comatose left” the man pressed.
“I’m fine Ring. That was six years ago. We were 15 then. He’s not coming back so why let him live in my head rent free?
Cupids ArrowIt only hurts because you care.
An arrow shot through the air.
Its Cupid he hit you hard.
Now you’re alone in the dark.
The magic is gone.
It didn’t last long.
Your heart hit with a dart.
Just pull it out.
Nothing worse than women’s scorn.
Shot cupid even the score.
All his sweet lies.
The blue snakes eyes.
This is how it ends.
Cupid’s arrow is a curse.
He leaves in a hearse.
All is fair in Love and war?All is fair in Love and war?
Is it worth fighting for?
We’re simply killing the world.
It’s the innocent who fight.
So tell me is this right?
Love and war has burned paradise.
Was it really worth the price?
Blood stained peace is the prize.
Is it a surprise?
Some lived but didn’t learn.
I guess in the end…
All is fair in love and war.
X-Marks The Spot Ch.2“Flo it’s ok we’re safe here.” Jasmine said trying to convert Flo.
“Jazz she’s an assassin! Assassins kill people!” Flo yelled back.
“If I wanted you dead you would be dead already.” I chimed in. Smirking as I pulled out eight decent sized steaks, cornbread, macaroni ,drinks, plate and silverware then headed out to the grill; like a pack of lost puppies the others followed me. I set the plates, silverware, cornbread, macaroni and the drinks on the outside dining table before going to cook the steaks. The group sat at the table when the food was ready. No one really talked we just sat and ate.
“Amazing just amazing” Lance commented
“What?” Logan asked
“The food… The sky… Everything.” Lance answered pointing up to the bluish purple sky, the stars shining dimly, then dinner and all around. I smiled as I ate. Everyone seemed to agree with Lance. To them this look like a Wonderland but me
X-Marks the Spot Ch.1I woke up, my head was pounding. My vision was fuzzy. The last thing I remember was that I was at the gym working out, something hit me, I blacked out then I woke up here. I was in a cell but I wasn’t in jail. So where was I? Once I could see clearly I noticed there were other cells just like mine. They were made of stone, about fifteen feet tall, ten feet wide and ten feet across with chain on the sides. This place looks like a dungeon. Lights flooded the whole ‘dungeon’ and huge TV hung from the ceiling. A cell lit up and on the TV screen showed a girl in the cell. She had long straight brown hair, green eyes and tan skin. The girl was wearing blue jeans shorts and a light green shirt. Her cell was to the left one cell was between us a file popped on the screen that read:
Name: Jasmine Wood
Height & weight: 6’0 Ft., 130 lbs.
Power(s): Mind Reading/mind control
Combat: Fair, Long distance
Well now I know I’m not alone in here. A different cell was
We all pin the blameWe all pin the blame.
Revenge is a choice we gotta make.
I make it for fun,
Till every little dirty deed is done.
It’s a game all the demons inside wanta play.
They play for keeps,
Down where only shadows creep.
Good and bad is a point of view.
I have a different one than you.
We all pin the blame.
Oh what a shame.
Revenge is a choice we all make.
It’s as sweet as any cake.
Even the pure get corrupted eventually.
The rich especially.
Why not get a head start?
I have the blackest of hearts.
A smile like the Cheshire cat’s.
To those who don’t care I tip my hat.
You pin the blame.
Revenge you chose to make.
Now for your soul I’m here to clam.
All humans make the same mistake
Andy Stitch was an angelAndy Stitch was an angel.
Andy Stitch had an ax.
To sinners she gave 40 whacks.
The forsaken she gave 41.
When heaven saw what she had done.
They kicked her out.
Andy Stitch went mad.
Andy Stitch never felt bad.
Andy Stitch was an angel.
Andy Stitch still hunts the devil.
Andy Stitch has an ax.
To sinners she gives 40 whacks.
Before they scream she gives them 41.
She knows very well what she has done.
Andy Stitch has an army.
They have one enemy.
Those who do wrong.
Hear Death’s song,
As Andy Stitch comes to find you.
There’s nothing you can do.
Andy Stitch is the end.
Andy Stitch has an ax
Andy Stitch gave you 40 whacks.
Andy Stitch gave you 41.
Just for fun.
Demons fear her.
She is the Emperor,
Of blurred justice.
Gravestones are her canvas.
Andy Stitch has an ax.
Andy Stitch gave herself 40 whacks.
Andy Stitch gave herself 41.
Andy Stitch had finally realized what she had done.
Andy Stitch was an angel.
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above, it's warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
STRAIGHTJACKET MEMORIESDeliver me up O precious lord,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
My life, I must live of my own accord,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say.
Baptize me now, with hope eternal,
Do this for me so I’ll never look back;
Release me from this woman infernal,
Seal up my armor and leave not a crack.
Destroy this pain that I’m weary to hold,
And in its place be resounding joy;
Aged resentment is now bitter cold,
God won’t you please help that little boy?
Locked in a prison, he hasn’t a choice,
I am still breathing while he is in hell;
Give me the courage to now be his voice,
In my loving arms shall he ever dwell.
Thank you my lord, for all you have given,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
I’m just a man who comes to you shriven,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say…
Let air sate you,
soak through your emptiness.
Fill your being with oxygen and
Do not let you
lose this. Life is not easy here,
and you deserve better, but stay:
To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved
1. I was young and quite stupid.
You were attractive
and way, way out of my league.
2. Your influence changed my life
and i think i might
just still love you for that fact.
3. I'm not quite sure what it was
about you. Maybe
your taste in bands... or your hair.
4. You were a dick... I knew that.
But for some reason
I still went there anyway.
5. Times were hectic and you broke
my heart. But it's not
like i did much to stop you.
6. You were my biggest secret.
If only i knew
Back then that you liked girls too.
7. You were the first to love me.
One and a half years
LonelinessIt's that feeling when you wanna have friends,
You wanna be popular, and you try to,
But people don't like you.
It's that feeling, all alone in your room,
You write poems all day,
Someday that notebook will be your doom.
It's when you make one good friend,
You think things are going good,
But their life comes to an end.
It's when you tell people the truth,
But they don't know you, think you're lying,
And they lock you in little pad-walled rooms.
It's when you're only a teen, but you get drunk as hell,
Your so called "friends" ditch,
The cops find you, and put you in a holding cell.
It's when you think you can trust someone,
Been together a year,
But shit changed, they left you, didn't shed one tear.
It's when you have no home,
People think you're a psycho,
But still, the bullies won't leave you alone.
It's when you sit alone, Go home and get stoned,
And no matter how much you eat,
You're still skin, muscle and bone.
StalkThe fears that haunt my nightly dreams
And stalk my waking thoughts
They push, and pull, and get between
And cause these vicious knots
I fight so hard to stay afloat
Out in this sea of fear
The waves they pound against the boat
The shoreline disappears
These memories I still abhor
And every dream that broke
I often think I'll take no more
That on this breath I'll choke
I do my best to keep at bay
The worst of my disease
My illness fights to find its way
A path to its release
I tire often of the thoughts
That keep me up at night
And wish so bad for them to stop
For me to feel alright
The battle has been waging for
What feels like all my life
I've kicked and screamed to end the war
But still I feel the strife
© Jarrett Douglass DeLude
Stitched Up AngelsI’ve fallen from grace,
But how can I fall from grace if I wasn’t graced in the first place?
Is tattooed on all of them.
Angels had fallen but refused to stay down.
They stitched themselves up and stood up from the ground.
Stitches and scars covered their legs and arms.
They sowed her wings back on.
They fly at dawn.
They are stitched up Angels.
No longer singing lullabies,
Through the midnight sky.
The army fights.
For what is right.
They are guardians of broken dreams and shattered hearts.
They guide those who are broken and beat,
And are laying in the street.
They show them a new path.
Young to old
Stitched up Angels find their gold.
Their golden halos or replaced by swords and guns.
The war of eternity has begun.
Stitched up Angels will fights till their war’s won.
fighting off your demons.
The Silver shadow that follows you day and night.
The winner of every fight.
The Army of stitched up Angels.
Taking on everything you can’t take.
Fighting with no mistake
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