5 minute poetry

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

My Own Way

To say nothing of how he felt
for her
for years

I was there but a short while
and
in all of our friendship granduer
there were things we two
never said to her

Or eachother

And should it come down
to this
that the one I so
desperately feel I should
love
Has the feelings reciprocated
by he who stands my opposite

And, indeed, friends are we
and strong is our will to
eachother
Though grave fortune aside
neither knows how the other
yearns

And should it come to this
that should I have my
way
She would be mine
and
likewise I hers

But it is not to be

So, though there is a
terrible burden I must
now endure,
Her love true to his
And friends be we both
I must stand aside
and bury it all

And, to think,
should I have my way

I wouldn't have it
anyother
way.

[Osterbaum]

He looks around
Sees no good...
Only bodies, on the ground
And the dead, who surround
He sees no good...

He says out aloud:
'Why did this happen?
Why Am I here, with these bodies on the ground?
What did I do? Who have I pissed?
More importantly: What did they do to deserve this?'

He looks again
Still no good...
He looks up for a change
Even the sky seems un-good

He still wonders why
But there is no reason
Nothing can explain
This betrayl, this treason

'This is terrible...'
He says to him self
'Why did they start this?
There's no excuse!

'Even when I look hard...
I still see no good...
Not in this...'

[LuckyClover]

With each exhaling breath you should take
You breathe new life into me
My only hope, my sole ambition
Is that I could do the same for thee

My heart, it holds no evil now
My soul is holds no pain
My mind contains no demons now
Not one memory remains

My skin still tingles with your touch
Your words, like glitter, make me shine
Your beauty makes everything else beautiful
Your smile whispers sweet reminders that you’re mine

With your embrace I am invincible
Just one kiss and my whole body feels weak
Each time I see you I am overcome by felicity
All my worries vanish every time you speak

[Lycanthrope]

And as the bachian masses revel
I remain, Distant, aloof from their debachery,
fearful in my puritanical mire of their sin.
Sin?
Who would I sin against?
I who has the gaul to call myself the God of Athiests.
I who has no religion,
but who holds himself to higher standards than most who do
what retribution fear I?
what sin, what penance?

[Thaumaturge]

I held in my hand a warm and crystaline dream,
Shining, warm, and fragile.
It anchored me to the earth,
It made me soar in the skies,
But dreams are vulnerable things.

It could not stand in reality's glare,
The truth turned my dream to dust,
My anchor dislodged,
My buoyancy lost,
Now I drift in the featureless grey.

But I know that this fog is not endless,
I know that I will se light again,
This fog is a familiar place,
I have drifted these waters before.

[Osterbaum]

You know what they say?
They say I'm dangerous
That I'm unvanted
This makes me think...
Maby I should just fade away...?
Before they can even blink
I'l be miles away
As far as one can go
As far as one can fly
I'l just go with the flow
And make all of them sigh
For if I really am not wanted
Then why should I stay?
Maby I'm taking this to much as a granted
Or maby the best thing really is to fade away...

[RaiRai]

Hellsent devotion
to a bitter devotion
that tears me to shreads,
just by circling my head
The answers are waiting
but I'm hesitating
Tell me to keep walking
but this heartache comes stalking
and keeps me here standing
as it keeps demanding
that I wallow in saddness
and delve into my maddness
Just because I'm complicated
doesn't mean I'm understated
I'm just lost inside my mind
that passion still to find
Answers, reach to me
Then I'll finally be free
to roam on in peace
and find my release
on the planes of existance
no longer with resistance
welcomed with open arms
away from lifes harms
I'll lead a new way
And on that path I'll stay.

[Funka Genocide]

when did lies become everything
to the point where I fool myself
what happened to my truth
and the certainty it brought

learned to question everything
and by that fact I stand
still, when given power to ask
I must question who I am

the act of asking takes its toll
and most will never have to know
the depths to which their soul will go
those happy, stupid fools

embittered and encircled by
their empty soulless eyes
their mocking grins created by
their first truth unexamined

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Hitman

For every inch
nay
Centimeter that I have gained
over this long
arduous month

Every stroke of the pen
and scratch of the pencil

At least, I daresay
At least, half of what I create
I destroy.

What with the quality of
erasers these days
I find that I don't mind
scratching my soul
into a piece of paper
Only to, later,

Rub it out of existence.

And all the little men
and women
I have created
add up in piles
only in the back of my head.

For now, that my style
is young
and my Art-Fu is weak
I must sacrifice those whom
in my eyes
Do not do their creator
esthetic justice
So that their brothers and sisters
that follow
are nothing less than

Perfection.

[Osterbaum]

Death comes...
Spreading sorrow, saddness and death
It's me he want's
I almost cry, as I take my last breath

Everything goes dark
Everything goes black
This is it...
I will never be back...