Throbbing
Posted: March 17, 2013 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Dark, drowning, emo, isolateddesolation, light, Love, Poetry, Throbbing Leave a commentI once dug a hole
A hole so deep that darkness feared to escape
One so deep that it merely consumed all radiance.
And for a while I stood at the edge of my creation.
Then, without hesitation, I dove blissfully into the chasm.
Allowing it to swallow me whole.
With no worry of ever reaching the bottom.
And when I crashed, I fell into a pool of blood.
Red waves crashing over me, pulling me into a whirlpool.
Draining me into a thin pulsing tube.
Where I heard the beating of a loud drum.
And as I traversed the dark channel, drowning in the flowing river.
I was spit out, onto a wasteland laden with large glass shards of flesh.
Frozen pieces shattered and scattered across the dry, black ground.
And with each pound of the drum, the fleshy fragments pulsated and cracked even more.
Turning towards the deafening sound, I saw my own heart.
Bruised and battered–scarred and tattered, yet still beating, through all of the pain.
So I close my eyes and start to suffocate, choking on the overwhelming feeling stabbing at my chest.
Then with a jolt I open my eyes, gasping for air.
Because the thought of her saves me every time I forget to breathe.
Posted: December 5, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: abstract, Desolation, emo, happy, Isolated, Poetry, stuff 1 Comment
Clouds turned into dirt, a walking place for those in euphoria.
An ecstasy unlike anything before, consisting of every happy moment.
A smile high above falling slowly in the approaching light, happy to see us but sadly letting us go, as a quenching inferno begins to devour our world.
And the horizon so far away, our warning signal that such an amazing walk will be over soon.
And even though we ache for more, we dread over how we will suffer in those last moments.
The best moments, the ones we remember, the memories planted in our minds as light begins to seep in, burning our bodies.
And we cry for it is all over, as the cycle continues…
Residuum X
Posted: November 7, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Dark, isolateddesolation, Poetry, Residuum X Leave a commentAnd so the ashes began to drift over the corroded earth.
Silence lost within the tormented screams of yesterday.
A beautiful vista is left behind for those lost in oblivion.
Taking with them the memories they created.
Sublime in all ways, fields of black and grey once cluttered; now elegant and pure.
Peace flowing through the desolate lands.
Soon falling onto their final resting places.
Mourning over the rising sun, confused with the lives they retained.
Awaiting the cold embracing touch of night, to desperately sulk away.
Accepting their fate, ready for the aftermath.
Remnants of the devastation, left with the awe of a destroyed past.
Given an unknown reality, leading only to Rebirth.
Lost in the Drift
Posted: October 22, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Dark, isolateddesolation, Poetry Leave a commentRolling down flowing hills
Speeding swiftly Sliding steeper, Sighting only depth.
And finally slowing, regaining nerves
Steering towards safe shores
Grasping tipping the last life line…
Frantically swinging, scraping and bleeding down faster than before
Uncontrollably being dragged, quickly losing breath.
Soaring into the air, floating, viewing the disgusting beauty.
Flying into nothing…
Plunging into the abyss
Apex
Posted: October 2, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Apex, isolateddesolation, Poetry Leave a commentBlack…
Colours bursting
Soaring through space
Painting the blank skies
Ever present motion in stillness
As nothing transforms and becomes something
Explosions awakening the dead of placid nights
Disintegration into the flowing heavy air
Inertia returning from constant motion
Staining the empty canvas
Falling from Cosmos
Colours fading
White…
Inner Demon
Posted: September 11, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Dark, isolateddesolation, Poetry Leave a commentAn entity lurking deep within
Jailed behind rusting bars
Waiting… always waiting for the perfect moment.
Lusting for blood— ever ready to Explode
as it observes the sluggish decay of its barricade.
The creature salivating, anxious as its moment is rapidly approaching.
Constantly growing stronger as it feeds on all negativity.
And here I focus on containment.
Control is all I have
but certain catalysts push me ever closer to breaking.
And I’m left wondering if I can continue on.
Longing only for Release.
Breathing
Posted: September 9, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Dark, Darkness, Desolation, Isolated, Isolation, Poetry Leave a commentSitting, waiting in this dark confined box
Already accepting my fate as the walls seem to be closing in
Loud thumps waking me whenever I begin to drift away
Muffled screams scratching their way into me
Putrid smells filling my home
The feeling of my body consuming itself
Exhaustion prevents my rebellion
Too weak to act, I’m startled by the sound of the ground crumbling
My small compartment begins shaking
As rushing water begins to flow ever so violently
Awakened by the wet floor, I’m surged with renewed vigor
I begin pounding, pushing and kicking—futile attempts—as I soon start to panic
Water quickly rising, my movements become more taxing.
One last breath, as I go under
Shaking, fighting, looking for escape
And then a blinding flash as I fall in assent
All is still, as my heart stops
Lonely Ghost
Posted: September 8, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Compilation, Darkness, Desolat, Desolation, Ghost, Lonely, Poetry, Sorrow Leave a commentAm I transparent?
Does no one out there care?
Everyone walks through me—casting me into their shadows.
Alone in the masses, longing to be heard.
I’m lost in my own contempt.
Collapsing to my knees,
pounding my fists on the pavement,
and crying in loneliness.
I’m screaming for somebody, anybody,
to answer me and free me from this hell.
I’m left only to hear the howls of my wandering echoes.
Written With: The Lonely Ghost
Apocalypse
Posted: September 6, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Poetry Leave a commentWinding wind turning and twisting wreaking havoc unimaginable
Inextinguishable fires fueling the chaos
Carving a path through the land tearing its way to me
Death shrieks out a laugh
As Demise becomes my fate
The ground begins to pulsate, powerful tremors surrounding
Hands like tendrils begin rising from the pits
Tearing at my limbs .
The moon falls
The Sun Erupts
The Sea brings shade
And the world leaves me
With nothing left to see
Desolation
Conflagration
Posted: September 6, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Poetry Leave a commentFire illuminating the lurid skies of night.
Smothering the moon out of the heavens.
Eradication is imminent, as everything perishes before the pyre.
An inferno floods its way through the land decimating all before its path.
Rain turns into steam; wind drives the blaze.
There is nowhere to hide – gruesome screams are heard in the distance as life is consumed in the sea of flames.
Fleeing before the darkness, smoke racing—expanding, reaping its way through the land—with death directing its swift pace.
Dashing through the ashes, ignoring the small burns as the Ripper approaches rapidly.
Breath forsakes its master, as the overwhelming black wall devours its next victim.
The slow, powerful convulsions initiating the blood’s rebellion against its own.
Forcing breath to return, accepting the noxious embrace of one final attempt to endure the inevitability.
Life – watching its compendium – begins its descent into oblivion.
Asphyxiation
Isolated Desolation 