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Poems of a sick mind

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posted on Jun, 28 2006 @ 12:28 AM
dead yet alive
Am I dead? I have wondered many times
Although I breathe, My life unwinds.
Everything forgotten, everything I fear
comes to a close, as the time draws near.
The lines on my face, shows the evil path.
The road in which I've taken, and can never go back.
Why I have to do this, the world will never know.
The only thing I must do, is destroy the seeds I've sewn.
To undo the things inside me, I only have one choice.
Tonight I must take my life, I must listen to the voice.
I've heard it a whole lifetime, now I must obey.
The voice inside my head, says I must die today.
I get on my hands and knees, and slowly say a prayer.
I know I can't be forgiven, but oddly, I don't care.
I take a firm grip, on the weapon I must use.
Alcohol and razor blades, I know will not refuse.
plunging deep inside me. I feel it trickle down.
I am turning cold now, there is no turning around.
To those of you who knew me, knew I had to go.
My life, my soul, my mind, there was nothing there to show.
An empty man leading a very empty life.
The days of old are gone now, with one flick of a knife.

[edit on 28-6-2006 by l0rds0fcha0s]

posted on Jul, 12 2006 @ 01:53 PM
its good dude...

but now turn that skill to a happy poem about reasons to live and smile and i'll be well impressed?

(throws down gauntlet)

posted on Jul, 19 2006 @ 01:56 PM
The east are fighting, the killing has begun.
Israel is tired, of taking crap from everyone.
world war three, many believe it's at hand.
And to some it has all started because of the kidnapping of one man.
The bombs are away, and evil is set to attack.
Will the world fade away or will the world fight back.
I will firmly stand beside my country, no matter what we choose to do.
will you sit idoly by and let the terrorist attack you?
Or is the time drawing near to set the record straight?
and show all of these terrorist, how to end hate.
The time is coming close, independence is fading away.
It's about time we fight, for a new independence day.
We must protect our freedom, if we want it to stay alive.
We can go down in a blaze of gunfire, or we can just sit here and die.
-Joshua M. Dilly

posted on Jul, 22 2006 @ 01:13 AM
Dark skies follow the lines in the soldiers face.
He knows when he steps on the battle field it could be his last day.
Yet he fights for what he believes in, no matter what the cost.
Trying not to think about all the lives lost.
He takes his post knowing not what to expect.
He's never done this before, so he tries to relax.
Tension builds up, as he calmly sits and waits.
Not knowing what could be his fate.
A puddle of dried blood next to where he stands.
Brings to life the image of the fallen man.
The thoughts are shortlived as they fall under attack.
Bodies fall before him, he now realizes he might not make it back.
Will he ever see his family, will he ever see his friends?
Not sure of the answer, so he pulls out a pen.
He writes a letter to his wife and kids, telling them of his love.
He writes one to his friends thanking them for all they've done.
He asks his friends to take care of his family, if he shouldn't make it home.
The sky is filling with smoke as he sits and writes alone.
In the only place on the field, he felt he would be safe.
Never knowing what hit him, the enemy sealed his fate.
Blood trickled down covering the letters he had wrote.
Would his family ever get them, or would they give up hope.
A soldier of the enemy seen the letters lying there.
He picked them up and put them in his pocket, did this man care?
He gradually made his way, to the fallen soldiers fellow troops
Slowly put down his weapons, as a sign of a temporary truce.
He handed the letters to the soldiers fellow troops.
They kindly thanked the enemy, for something he didn't have to do.
He told them how he thought if it had been his life that were slain.
He would hope that someone near him would kindly do the same.
At that very moment peace came in the air.
The enemy had surrendered. The war had ended there.
-Joshua M. Dilly

posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 11:16 PM
Raw and emotional. I enjoyed these.

posted on Feb, 18 2007 @ 06:33 PM
I think different styles should be read when you are in different moods.
These are especially excellent when in a bad mood. Feel like good venting.
I enjoyed the Dark feel.

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