"The fight" Written by Lori Sims

The fight

For years and years I fought by your side, 
Even through the happiness in pain.
It was everything I dreamed of including pride.

Suddenly everything begin to fall, it fell as hard is acid rain.
Even though we knew from the start it was going to be a bumpy ride.

For years and years everything you told me were lies.
To the point my heart could no longer hear love voices.
We reached the point where we could have no more tries.
I gave you the option to make the final choices.
I never knew it would lead to goodbyes

Written By Lori Sims

Posted on 09/16/12

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"Confusion" Written by Lori Sims

Confusion

I look into your eyes and I see a gleam of light.
Your heart is opening up to things that might. 
You mind starts spinning, giving you a fright.

You cannot contemplate what could be insight.
I am waiting for you to be my white knight,
but you run away as with stage fright.
Your past haunts you and holds on tight.
When you are ready, I will be your guiding light.

Written by Lori Sims
Posted on 09/13/12

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"Manic Companion" Written by Johnny Blade

Manic Companion

I hear your voice though you are nowhere near, 
it's been five minutes but it feels like a year. 
I have no voice so it's tough to sing but in my mind I hear me scream 
"I WANT YOUR SUFFERING!" 
I want your heart and soul as mine to keep, 
I ask politely but mutter "I Know Where You Sleep" 
In the darkness I see My Fairweather Friend, 
it's 4 o'Clock and I'm reaching my end. 
You're my Juliet and not my Chambermaid, 
you Fight Like A Girl and that I praise but I need you to give me some Second Hand Faith. 
For you I'd search Across The Sky, 
we appreciate the Art Of Suicide but refuse to die. 
A Gothic Lolita with your mind out of range, 
God Help Me I love you though I wonder How Strange, 
are we together or just in my mind? 
Reality or not I'm happy O Mistress Mine.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/12

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"Two Entities As One" Written by Johnny Blade

Two Entities As One

Frozen in time, paralyzed in my brain, 
I need a new result but all I get is just the same. 
My sanity no longer in question, I feel broken in my mind, 
I search the Earth for my cure but nothing do I find. Ghosts are all around me, demons live within, 
I've made peace with all of them, I've found a new best friend. 
His name is Bruntibar and he fought me for ten years, 
we both gained strength and now as one, we turn all the gears. 
Though we are so powerful we want sleep but can't get some, 
Bruntibar and Johnny Blade, we are Johnny Manson.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/12
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"My Saviour" Written by Johnny Blade

My Saviour

There's many thoughts within my head though you can't tell from my face, 
I want to reach Val Halla so I'll somehow swim into space. 
The cosmic beauties that exist there are the angels we admire, 
it's place and how bright it is based on your inner fire. 
People tell me it's impossible and my visits to Heaven are all lies 
but I'm staring directly into God when I look in your eyes.

Written by Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/12

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"Strange Bedfellows" Written by Johnny Blade

Strange Bedfellows

Wait please don't go I'm sorry for what I said, 
please know my intentions were pure when I asked you to share my bed. 
See I cannot sleep and I have no reason why, 
I thought maybe with your embrace I could, will you give it a try? 
There's no worries or concern for you to need to feel, 
I have no joy or love or lust, lack of sleep has made me ill. 
I've tried everything within my power to try to get some sleep, 
took pills, exercised, I even tried to weep. 
So all I ask is just one chance to help me heal my brain, 
cause if I don't soon get more sleep, I'll fucking go insane.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/
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"Invalid Life" Written by Johnny Blade

Invalid Life

Forgetting things that are human, feeling nothing inside anymore, 
if I can't help myself then who can? At this point I'm not sure. 
I've been left behind as a emotionless drone, 
there is no longer wrong or right, my lights are on but no one's home, 
I stare blankly into the night. Nothing is or shall be, perhaps my desires took their toll, 
I am just a thing no longer me, since the day I sold my soul.

Written by Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/12


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"Forgive Me" Written by Johnny Blade

Forgive Me

I am not quite sure how my message should be worded but I hope it's understood, 
I swear to God I tried my love but it didn't do any good. 
We were meant to be together nothing else is true 
but I was given a chance to live but instead I chose you. 
I knew that I would die for you if ever it were needed, 
they said one of us had to go and their warning I heeded. 
I love you more than time can say and even though I've gone away, 
I'll be with you each and everyday. 
Though we part in this life one day we'll be reunited, 
I wait for you in the sky for our passion to again be ignited.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/13/12

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"Chasing the Clouds" Written by Jennifer Conlee

Chasing the Clouds
By J. Renae Conlee 

Here I go again, chasing those clouds on the horizon
Always in pursuit of the storm that I know will hit

The enticing sound of the thunder
The thrilling danger of the lightning
That will bring me to my knees when it strikes my heart
I know there will be trouble, know that it will hurt
But I won't turn back towards the sun, towards the safety of daylight
I'll keep chasing those clouds as long as I can
No one told me that the silver lining was made of tin.

Posted on 09/12/12

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"The "S" On His Chest" written by Xawtik Islanda

The "S" On His Chest
By: Bridgett Allen

In these eyes' esteem, 
You are a dream...

Much more than "just a man"
You soar above the land,
See farther than what's presented,
My own little Superman...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
No one can touch you...
My eyes haven't the seconds
To see any other fellow than thee,
Stronger than 1000 men,
They fall but you stand tall,
Succumb to human temptations?
No, you see right through it all...
For you have XRay vision,
And see through any ambition,
Mighty and impervious,
You're able to withstand...
And in this bubble will I stay,
Until the day...
Then burst..........
Wait a minute....
Was it all just a dream?
Was I but a foolish dreamer?
Silly to hold you at such esteem?
Are you really, "just a man"?
Pervious of ambiguity?
No... Not so...
I look and can't find, any sign, of divinely intwined human incontinuity...
And there's still that same smile,
And in me this same feeling...
This euphoric, soul captivating love has me reeling...
I am yours...
And you are mine...
Kindred spirits in love's confine,
And It is beyond my comprehension,
Why you chose this plain Jane...
Because Superwoman I am not,
Yet still you remain...
If you are really superman, then through your X-ray eyes
Surely you must see...
Beyond my facade of tried-perfection...
Straight through to the real me?
And then it all comes rushing in,
And finally I understand,
You love me cause you're MY soul's twin...
Super-souls, super-love, can withstand...
And because if I were superwoman,
Who'd need a superMAN???
So, are you really him?
This, I don't need to know...
For I wouldn't love you any less if
That answer was "No..."

Posted on 09/11/12

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"such is born...." Written by Greg Rogers

such is born....

….the child born in death made in sin a dying mother child of rape a father twisted and wicked to the core leaving a blood path of rape and death from one coast to the next to all four corners this path of destruction roamed this child unknown to all but the midwife and the stranger called father in death from the womb of a dying mother this child was pulled and marked through blood and ink the totems were placed and runes of power and strength from neck to waist his training is already begun unknown to him and secreted from the world the hunter has come the hunter is born and a new balance has begun in time slow as the years that pass poor son known only to solitude and father for training is secret secluded in land of wood and veils of misery….

Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/10/12
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"Dissipate" Written by Nami Sanjo

Buildings burn people die, what's physical is gone in the blink of an eye. 
I can't help but feel memories are lost. The last places I feel you near are all but an oligarchy holocaust. 
These words are harsh like the feelings in my chest. But all that's left are broken pieces behind my breast.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 09/10/12

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"Tomato Soup" Written by Johnny Blade

Tomato Soup

Waiting like a sick puppy left alone by his owners, needing a friend in a world of acquaintances, feeling death closer there's a knock at my door, I tried to scream for help but whimpers they were. I could not ask for help I'm trapped inside, though not underground I'm buried alive. My body the prison as I fade away, my wife poisoned me and she got away.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/01/12
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"complex" Written by Matthew Guerra with Adam Guerra

Claustrophobic mind lapse, reaching your daydreams in a convoluted dream captivation.
Harvest mechanical, Gate stop waiting for spirits and provisions, ease the clawed offender, in each temperate residue we all crawl among our moderated tilt.
Sealed vying for dominance. Kindle up the bottled nosed simplicites unable to substain any clueless remarks on any level.
honest investigations seem caught into a webbed grip our technology holds. while we all sit as a foreign extension tying around intellectual past tenses. massaging ourselves with grown sidelong tweezers. Viewing the conmencment of obedience, hedsonically attached, embroided seems leak a 30 second flash visual. You can tell your friend if your down to kill them.

-Matthew Guerra

Young movement of cadaver recipe, tongue tied by scuba diver soup secrets, under mining orions belt looped hole, unkempt, uncapped, hands that melt , gutter heaven, constellation enterprise, like a bitter war, concentration revamped like umbilical pursuance, by consolation , grow up and pop a eye wide open.

Leave a post mark to the bitter bones, Hollow fidgets of middle fingers, monotone groans, grave yard knuckle bruisers, gas masks like freedom in the bottom of a bottle.

-Adam Guerra

Concuct a universal equation, Despondent tummy tucks, interior caterwualing for the same flat focuses. Forget the acrylic petroglyths ill stay in this state of euphoria. My odd smile Is the merest hyphen. Fingers commute to the nearest post modern statutory. We both know the articulation of this symetry.sporadic lifelines dearth the bussiness mans briefcase, piognant cullets reunite and dance to the wisful oxygen cycle. The youth and pretty little flowers are both ephemeral. They are gone before you know it.

-Matthew Guerra in high merit, two faced stars, juxtaposed in glitter downstream prepackages, Mother told me to never tie the tether, whether the inner locking are inbred unless organic is hell bent, sweat spent too congruent to instant, ergonomic skin growth, touch it till bleeds, push back etymology til it cracks and swells the knees, super prayer sickness, like built on first birth, water persistent.

a cub la khan genuine petrify dish birth style, clapping gun shot death dances like plutonium, better wetter marshmallow imbalance, cut to close to the fire, crumble up some dust storm chalk matter, black holes to suffice the sacrifice, out help, two handed epiphany, cross legged bent rape lullaby stick necked crescendo in baby beds, her eyes like water melon softness, cut into the green.

We masticate like congruent emotions, grumble on the intake, motor mouth suffocation on atmosphere, two sided lense exposure, finger print on the data base, finite number primatolgy, braced teeth to dinner mount, high dive on the captains ship for more loot, 

Give the push, in a line of alt f4's

-Adam Guerra

Posted on 09/07/12

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"Fatherly Wisdom" Written by Tim McIntire

My father once said that he "tried to live his life so he would like the person he found himself stuck with on his death bed". It inspired me to write 
"If there is anything you can take with you
It will be who you are and the things you've done
Fortune fades with the footsteps of time
Fame is as fleeting as the fast changing weather

Beauty recedes as you pass your prime
Power is only kept by the will of another
such is the way of life
When you come to your day of reckoning
on the very last bed you'll ever lie in
You will be alone with all you've ever done
From the first thought, to what you've become
Will you be content
or be sadly resigned
Better to live each day as it might be your last
so on that final day you can endure your past
For all we aspire that stands us forth among others
there is a price of admission; a cost of continuation
nothing can so lift us as being aware of ourselves
nor shake us to the bone as a shameful knowledge
all our own.

Tim McIntire.
Posted on 09/04/12

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"Poll Position" Written by Caleb Hendricks

Poll Position 

like monkeys on a tin can playing a game of telephone
somewhere down the line between the expletives and moans
there's a lonesome operater who's just trying to make it home 

so he transfers all the calls to an open dial tone
they keep talking about the topic as if there were nothing left to say
and the people are like the principles they abuse and throw away
but if you listen very closely in the distance of their gaze
Ticking tracks and tin can laughter with no audience for the stage

like a tooth that is abscessin
the infection keeps on spreadin
till your so sick from the obsession
that you question the connection
between the election introspection
and a message as a weapon

so you tourniquet around the neck
to stop the bleeding in your leg
And take an ounce of medication
to stop the pounding in your head
and still the dedication for all the blatent things missaid
gives little commiseration for those still waiting for their dead

a game of Russian roulette
and every round's been loaded
guess which candidate is best
when your heads already exploded
close your eyes and point the blame
like a childhood game

which one of these things is not the same
which one of these things is different
which one of these things is filled with shame
which one of these things has wicked intent

in the back alleys of our nation
a bureaucratic donkey show
where you're the star attraction
between a pachyderm and a burro
so you made it to the poll
but theres not much you can do
when you realize that you're in that next stall
and he keeps tapping his foot at you

Written by Caleb Hendricks on 9/6/12

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"broken" Written by Johnny Blade

I ask you to rejuvenate me with your slumber but instead I am tortured with this feeling of betrayal. 
You strike me with something I can't handle but for you I'll try in silence. 
Yes I respect you for doing things your own way, no matter how much I suffer at least I've seen someone get their way in life before mine fades into the darkness that once comforted me. 
Regardless of the fact that you slowly killed me just to see how long I'd last without you, for some reason I still love you, so with my final breath that you have taken directly from my lips, I am somehow complete in being broken.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/06/12

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"with none...." Written by Greg Rogers

with none....
·

watching the sun rise

with none beside

is a living lonely thing

one heart beat echoes alone

there is no reply with none beside

one spirit half of none is cold in the dark

with none beside

the passion for life is pitted and dulled

with none beside

reaching out for comfort nothing is there

with none beside

so what is the point

so what is left

with none beside

for that is all

the living death

with none beside....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 09/05/12

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"Some days" Written by Jo Leverly

Some days

Some days are diamonds, some days are dust...
Some days you want to, some days you must...
Some days you think so, some days you don't .
Some days you know that you can, but you won't...
But whatever you feel and why you feel this way, you must remember it happens because it happens this way 
It happens this way because life says it must, some days are diamonds, and some days are dust

Written By Jo Leverly
Posted on 09/05/12
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"Insomnia Revisited" Written by Johnny Blade

Insomnia Revisited

Once again you softly caress my hand while slapping me in the face, 
using your power to put me out of place 
but I will not use you as an excuse to again fall from grace, 
when I have far too much power to let go to waste 
and with or without you will victory I soon taste.

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"Cross Me" Written by Anneliese Keifer

Cross Me 

There she goes again
The witch, the vampire.
Evil woman

Who does she think she is?
She doesn't even have a man
Trash
That's all she is
With her half breed baby
Thinking she belongs here
Stupid Goth girl
Pretending to be one of us
Look at her clothes
Look at that star dangling from the chain around her neck
Evil witch
Drive her out

Keep her away from our children and homes

Late at night

There she goes again

What does she think she's doing?

She hides from the sun

She hides from our eyes

She must be driven out

Who knows what she does

While she hides in her house

Send her away

Go back to the city, vampire

Stay away from us

Freak

Child

Yes, maybe so

And there is no escape from my wrath.

So...

Cross me...

I dare you.

(This ones from 2002)

By Anneliese Kiefer posted on 09/04/12

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"Nun Of Ya!" Written by Johnny Blade

Nun Of Ya!

A Cuban facility full of explosives, 
carrying her cross dagger, she fights those who are corrosive. 
Disarming bombs around the country, enveloped in espionage, 
but every Sunday is in church to fight sex of ménage. 
A devout nun with the values of such, 
look as she saves the day but you better not touch. 
If no one else can save the day then it's her that you must call, 
if she's on the case it's Nun and done bringing safety to us all.

Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 09/03/12

"this mind...." Written by Greg Rogers

this mind....

....the pit is deep dark and cold there is no warmth no light no hope

step over the edge or be pushed doesn't matter

those that dwell here suffer eternal woe

confining and constraining the demons poke and prod

cutting light cutting deep laughing loud and high

the blood flows steaming in the air cursed are they

tormented and tortured screams with no voices

ripping apart the souls and the demons laugh

dancing in the pain dancing in the agony

sharp claws and teeth long slashing and gnashing

the punishments fit the crime the death fits the life

yes this pit is exists

yes these demons live

yes this mind is warped and twisted

yes it wants to go there....

Written By Greg Rogers

Posted on 09/03/12

"I cant think." Written by Adam Guerra

I cant think.

Words sound like burning houses and footsteps that crackle on twigs in a forest fire.

Like piano trickle touch from numb hands to deaf ears.

And this shaky persona of what is called truth, turns to iv needles , heart beats per minute, like slow waltz dances of death, which is with in our words that speak like silver plated gun shot 45 caliber rounds, like children playthings. So we wait our turn.

The reaper of life is an abrupt period on the end of a beautiful sentence.

A deceitful puzzle, chiseling away at your back bone memory, like tattered rags to cover your bruised
egotistical metaphors, caught up like hammering key strokes with in the hands of time, focusing on the corrective momentum that keeps you sane, for one more day.

I cant think.

Words sound like choking minutes on the metronome scaling like dragon serpent tongue.

Like broken ladder steps from soaring minds and mute voices.

And as this tremble quake like shivering shakes, we turn our heads to complete the choices
we make from past mistakes, of a higher idea, that leaves
no room for the creations of what
was laid like lacerations of a younger year , stuttering like giving more fear towards the influential
steps leading to what we know as here,

the present day murder of martyrs ,

the still birth giver of first starters, a concubine of
abortion divine ,

a truth well stricken but not enough to be well given a proper burial ground, so we pray....

Words sound like soft dog whimpers and the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.

Hollow misused instruments of death swallow.

And as this humming tune comes to an end, the heart beats per minute, with the wound that never mends, molded like silly putty to the mind of a local nobody,

We leave like the piss stained back alleys that we are.

I cant think.

Written by Adam Guerra

Posted 09/03/12

"Lost Soul" Written by Jennifer Ranae Conlee

A restless spirit wants to fly
Grounded, held to earth
By responsibilities that keep the body here
The restless spirit wants to dance
Wants to kiss a stranger

Wants to do something dangerous
The head is in the clouds, the soul wants to live
But the feet are planted firmly in the ground
Aching to dance, aching to run
But no where to go, no one to go with.

Written By Jennifer Renae Conlee
Posted on 09/01/12

"Tomato Soup" Written by Johnny Blade

Tomato Soup

Waiting like a sick puppy left alone by his owners, needing a friend in a world of acquaintances, 
feeling death closer there's a knock at my door, I tried to scream for help but whimpers they were. 
I could not ask for help I'm trapped inside, though not underground I'm buried alive. 
My body the prison as I fade away, my wife poisoned me and she got away.

Written by Johnny Blade
Posted 09/01/12

"poll position" Written by Caleb Hendricks

Poll Position  

like monkeys on a tin can playing a game of telephone
somewhere down the line between the expletives and moans
there's a lonesome operater who's just trying to make it home 
so he transfers all the calls to an open dial tone
they keep talking about the topic as if there were nothing left to say
and the people are like the principles they abuse and throw away
but if you listen very closely in the distance of their gaze
Ticking tracks and tin can laughter with no audience for the stage

like a tooth that is abscessin
the infection keeps on spreadin 
till your so sick from the obsession
that you question the connection
between the election introspection 
and a message as a weapon

so you tourniquet around the neck
to stop the bleeding in your leg
And take an ounce of medication
to stop the pounding in your head
and still the dedication for all the blatent things missaid
gives little commiseration for those still waiting for their dead

a game of Russian roulette 
and every round's been loaded
guess which candidate is best
when your heads already exploded
close your eyes and point the blame
like a childhood game

which one of these things is not the same
which one of these things is different 
which one of these things is filled with shame
which one of these things has wicked intent

in the back alleys of our nation 
a bureaucratic donkey show
where you're the star attraction 
between a pachyderm and a burro
so you made it to the poll
but theres not much you can do
when you realize that you're in that next stall
and he keeps tapping his foot at you

Written by Caleb Hendricks on 9/6/12

"Thug Life" Written By Caleb Hendricks

THUG LIFE
livin like a Thuggee
Do you really worship Kali 
or are you just into gucci and versace?
Watchin all my collegues 
with their pants down to their knees..
Tell Capone that Youze a Gangsta..
and he'd tell you "Nigga, PLEASE!"

Written By Caleb Hendricks
Posted on 09/03/12