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Okay, so it's been a week and I am working on some new stuff. I am editing an old story to post of course; and I am also working on a few new poems too. I hope to post again soon. Give me a few days, guys.

Frozen Inferno

**Hey. Here's another, old, but it has to be on my blog, guys. Please comment on this one~




Frozen Inferno


She is but a soul,
drowning in the snaking flames
of eternity log witheld.
Streamed upon a beautious face,
are the tears of blood.
That the angels refused to cry.

And in the darkness she claws,
away at an empty void,
Her voice is cracked, parched dry.
From cries for salvation
never answered by the world around.

When Hell freezes over,
what shall you do?
How can we escape,
a frost so thick.
When our hopes come crashing down,
where are the lies,
That keep us warm and comforted
in our shallow minds?

Is she nailed to a cross,
stained by distant memories,
or is she hiding behind the mask,
so thick and so real.

And in the naked light you can see,
the scars of the world.
Reborn in the ashes,
of her tears.

When Hell freezes over,
where shall we run.
To escape from drowning in the bile
of our incalculable misdeeds.
When faith is frozen in fear,
Where is the blasphemy,
that keeps us uplifted
in our hollow souls?

Her sorrow filled wails,
echo upon the empty winds.
Despair gives way,
to the emptiness.


Have the gates of Eden,
been all but sealed shut
by the greed and the lust,
of all the human lies.

And is she seen,
as all but divine.
In the eyes of a God,
that is dead or a lie?

When Hell freezes over,
where can we hide,
to shield us from our caustic sins,
that slowly burns away our souls.
When all salvation is forsaken,
where is the hypocricy,
that keeps us struggling onward,
as the unforgiven and damned?

The black of pride

**GUYS. I am so sorry. I meant to post in three, but I was hindered to like..five or six..Bah.

I hope you all like it, and pleeeease comment. I'll post again soon. It's mostly free verse with an end rhyme scheme. Have fun with the analysis and such.



The black of pride.


Black is the pride,
that covers our eyes
and plagues us till the death
of honor and rest.

It grins and it shines
of the lies and guile,
that we all covet;
unknown to all our lives as forfeit.

Dark is the throne,
of the men ruling alone.
Over a dominion of truths untold,
a sight of loneliness; bitter and cold.

Its grin dazzles bright,
a terror hidden in light
that shatters the hope of peace and order,
with blood carnage.

Black is the pride,
that spills only the lies,
of nobility, honor, and gall.
But gullible hope is first to fall.

For those that dared to dream,
a world unravelled at the seam
is all that would allow us to comfortably lie
with the black that is our pride.

Composition

I am working on a few new pieces. I should be able to post one or two within the next three days. At least, I am hoping. As always, I hope you guys will be able to comment on them.

Thanks,


Ian.

Vanish

** This is one of my newest. (composed in late may)

I'll be honest, I have no idea why I wrote it. The words just came together like an easy puzzle. I love this poem, and I really hope everyone else does. I consider it one of my best and I'd be disappointed if it is a failure. But, not all poems are meant for greatness, huh?

Let's hope for the best. Comment guys.



Vanish


Barely alive.
I can feel the pounding of the searing pangs in my head.
Temporal distortion of a voice so melodious.
But your voice is unheard!


Like fangs,
doused in poison you are.
A wanton display of my deprivation gone awry.
Bask in its decadence.

Lost in thought,
numbing like the cold antithesis of warmth.
The obsession is unparalleled,
by wishes made black and twisted.

Scream it to the sky,
all for the weary eyes that speak,
the voices in our heads,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"



Can I feel?
The pain of your heart beating away against the bone.
Don't be the sacrificial martyr,
to this insanity.

Perish the thought,
purge it away with the voice of tears
that melt away in the rain as nonexistence.
Erroneous.

Bear the blame.
For I am not strong enough to carry the burden alone.
We need each other to salt the wounds,
and cry out in desperation.

Scream it high!
My hopes and dreams fly with your song.
Your self degeneration cries,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"

Vanish,
Disperse in the ephemeral with the cry, "I can't!"
My darling, smile just once more.
So that we might fade into the tomes of hope lost.
Together in agony.

Shout 'till heaven hangs over,
Eternal silence in the arms of warmth,
and now we might erase ourselves, with the words,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be."

Where are you?

Where are You?

Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
While their precious world is softly crying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?

Corruption and greed, the path they choose,
Leaving starving children, sick and shying.
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due

Whisked away by the voice of a lovely muse,
Poor souls seduced to think they are flying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?

Sad fools praise you, trapped in lines of drab pews
They shun cretins with loud gasps and sighing
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.

Their lives are run, seemingly as if zoos,
Veils thrown upon eyes from constant lying,
in the darkest of hours, where are you?

I lay low, pronouncing you as no ruse,
though my resolve is slowly dying.
Drowning in hell, I pay your Devil's Due,
But in my darkest hour, where are you?

**I wrote this poem in rebellion at my grandmother. She keeps telling me that I'll burn in hell or I am a cretin or something like that. All of her christian views are so hypocritical, it makes me sick. And so, here it is.




The Un-attainable Heaven


Can they grasp the concept,
of a brusque impossibility?
The sins of their forefathers,
abominations of creation
Can never be forgiven?

But why is it we try,
to reach the un-attainable Heaven.
Why sit upon cloud nine
To be all alone,
When you can burn with me?


I still remember the day,
you told me I could be saved.
Like I ever had a chance,
to right the wrongs, fix the misdeeds,
and embrace salvation.

But why should I try,
to touch the un-attainable Heavens?
Why sit upon a golden throne,
embroidered with arrogant loneliness?
When we can burn together?


Why bend my knee willingly,
when I can spit in the savior's face?
And remark on his abandonment,
of a species teetering on the brink,
of self destruction?

And though we reach to the skies,
tears streaming into our eyes.
Crying out for the un-attainable Heavens,
to take the pain away,
No answers will ever come,
to keep our demons at bay.