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I found solace.I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.
Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is actually dead. That means I didn't make it soon enough to be able to grab a walking dinner though. That was the only reason for walking this far. I'd known this place was here from my mom showing it to me on our way to the zoo once. She said something along the lines of "son, this is where chicken from the store comes from." I'd always thought that was cool. I knew where my food came from. She never mentioned that we were eating birds crammed into a dark building by what seemed like the millions though. I
I began to walk home in despairI began to walk home in despair
But I warned myself "you mustn't stare"
As I came across the hopeless sight
Which devoured my mind's senses quite
Unsure of what lay upon the ground
I was cautioned to not make a sound
It was then I saw the crimson mess
And from that to you I must confess
The liquid pooled around his head
The bludgeoned crown a rivers red
And one could not remove their eyes
As left there was a grim surprise
A simple note penned "it's the end,"
Signed scantily "your long lost friend"
But his face is what had drawn me near
It was one I knew so very dear
Slain upon the tormented ground
My body dead I sadly found
Please help me end these hopeless nightsPlease help me end these hopeless nights
My mind is lost from frequent frights
I wander down a dim lit lane
And all I have to feel is pain
Pain from tortured soles above
Pain from tortured souls lost love
Why won't you help me change the path
You sit there watching while you laugh
I beg of you you mindless prick
Now answer me and make it quick
Why do you let these things occur
When in your hands there sits the cure
I'm sorry for the way I've been
Help sooth my mind from deep within
Just take the time to help me find
The evil thoughts I've left behind
Pardon me my long lost friend.Pardon me my long lost friend
How are things at story's end
I hear the tales and fear the truth
For I am not a cunning sleuth
But friends among us do share keys
So won't you dear friend tell me please
How have you been in time long passed
I'm glad the memories do last
No, please don't share the times gone bad
You'll find my stories mostly sad
Yes, please tell me of the tales for now
As I lay my head, and rest my brow
Dead Inside: Do Not EnterUpon my soulless one last breath
I found the gift of sudden death
And with that gift I gave a life
But caused it did such utter strife
For when I woke it was no heaven
No, hell is what the earth was given
The blood came down like rain
And screams would fill your brain
So upon my door they left a note
It was something of a foolish quote
Do not enter"
The days grow shortThe days grow short
The nights grow long
But through the dark I carry on
For if I cease to feel the pain
Upon my heart dark shadows reign
And shadowless my days will be
When barren land is all I see
Yet dimly in the dark of day
I see the light that tells me stay
So stay I will to ride it out
For what is life without some drought
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Fake smileWith needles and threads I sew to make this smile remain
a fake smile indeed but thats what it takes
to be treated normal once again
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
I can't seem to shake the feelingI can't seem to shake the feeling
I'm left trembling and squealing
As I watch you walk away from me
And wonder what it is you see
My mind left emptied by your stare
Your solemn eyes don't seem to care
They're unable to be moved
So incable, yet soothed
Clearly this is just the start
Of another breaking heart
Torn loose by shards of failing dreams
Sent into celestial streams
Though start it may be today
Soon an end is sure to stay
I would have welcomed what did loom
Though it seemed best to let it fume
However bleak the story reigned
It never truly construed pained
Though the purpose was to leave someday
The emotions did persist to stay
The reasons always left unknown
Assumptions overboard were thrown
The darkest of the nights gleamed bright
A mindless man lost deep in fright
Now pardon me for I am done
The battle seems already won
How do I continue living
When this end is what you're giving
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