“The Antique Store”

The room was
small, dimly lit.
It stank of burning,
yellow, lemon meringue
candles of sickening sweetness.
The antique store
felt like it was full
of ancient memories,
locked behind unopenable doors.
I reached out
and touched the silken wood
of a door in front of me.
It's grainy frame held
no pulse,
with which to tell me of its past.
It hid its oaken secrets
behind the dust in its corners,
never letting anyone into itself.
Since it did not give me,
anything to reassure myself of this
memory-locked place,
I made up a story for it.
I imagined all the things
that it could have seen since it
was built by human hands.
Balls, and murders, and secret loves
may have twinkled in and out below its
watchful gaze.
With this in my thoughts,
I left the store,
breathing in my last breath
of burning, yellow, lemon meringue
candles of sickening sweetness.

The quiet men hidden behind his comp?
The one that haunts my dreams
and makes me run to the board every night?

Oh, wherefore art thou Darkfox?
oh, how i know this poem sucks,
but wherefore art thou Darkfox?
the one to convince me it's great??

::sigh:: i haven't talked to u on the board in SOOO long. :( and i want your e-mail address, and i want to know any kind of instant messenger service u use so i may stalk u on all of them. HAHA!

well, that's all for now.

"Untitled"

Oh Lord, I must tell you of a man I met.
He came to me in my dreams, and he is so kind,
and I am asking only that You bring him into your kind favor.
He is generous and caring, but in one eye, he is blind.

Oh Lord, last night, he took me to the most wonderful place.
Birds were singing, and honey flowed in the creeks and streams.
It was such Heaven there,
even the flowers seemed to be made of moon beams.

Oh Lord, he showed me the most beautiful tree.
There were delicate apples upon it, and the branches were gold.
He said they tasted as perfect as they looked,
so I took a bite, and it was Heaven, or so she was told.

If only the poor girl could realize all the lies she was told.
For the birds were hidden demons, the honey, a poison of no end.
And if only the poor girl knew,
that the Devil, not a man, beckoned to her, and would be HER end.

"Child's Fight" (this fight is b/t 2 boys)

"So you've come to fight me, I see."
That tiny boy said to me.
"Well, I know I can take you.
I can clobber you into big boy stew.
The lunch ladies at school, you know the ones w/ big hair,
will enjoy such a good treat to give to the children there.
They'll put your stew in an oven,
serve you in paper cups, and give you out by the dozen.
Your parents will wonder where you went,
but they'll never know, becuz I won't give them a hint.
I've got lots of weapons, millions in store.
So don't come any closer, or I'll make you mighty sore.
My hands can punch faster than anyone on earth
so don't try to block me, it won't work a cent's worth.
I can fly too, faster than any superman,
so know this now, you won't be able to get away as fast as you can.
My strength is more than that of the incredible hulk
that even he loses against me, and then goes off to sulk.
So now that I've told you all of this, what do you have to say?"
I looked at the tiny boy in front of me, laughed, and kindly walked away.

"Childhood Friends"

Along the path of the dappled times of our past,
I remember.
Like a watchful child,
I stepped around cracks,
to insure you would be fine.
I crossed my fingers and my toes
to make sure all the luck would fall upon only you.
I kissed frogs to see if they would turn into princes
so you could find your soulmate along beside me.
I dreamed of the double wedding we would have
when we both were thrown into the married life.
But like most of a child's dreams,
not all of them come true.
Along the path of the dappled times of our past,
I forgot that you left me.

"Pain"

It's the pain i feel again,
that throbbing that tears itself
through my veins
and erupts into that self-pity
in the depths of my heart.

It's the pulsing in my head
that comes to me so often
now that u've left me.

it's the dreams that haunt me
every moment i'm awake
that keep me hidden from myself.

it's the painful reminder
that i see etched on every wall,
every flat surface, every day
that makes me remember,
that it was u that killed my soul.

"Druggie's Paradise"

Locked tight inside the
tangled web of my mind,
I found a shelter from the cruel world
in a land hidden from the blind.

Paradise, I call it,
because of the relief and peace it gives me,
it's absense of pain, hatred, war, and the insane,
make life seem as it should be.

I descend into my paradise
whenever the pain gets beneath my skin.
How could a paradise of such great size from a needle
be such a sin?

But as I visit my paradise
and see my angels nightly,
I notice a change that's been happening on the outside
that to all the people that once loved me, has become unsightly.

My paradise has taken away all of me,
exactly what it has taken, I can't tell,
but no one can save me, the needle's in me,
too late i realized, that Paradise is hell.

"Forget It"

Forget all the troubles
that you've had with me,
cuz baby, we were just
not meant to be.

Forget all the pain
that we've both gone through,
cuz baby, right now,
your whining just ain't cool.

Forget all the kisses
I used to give u,
cuz baby, our love
just ain't true.

Forget all the "I love you's"
we used to whisper to eachother
cuz baby, i really need
to find another.

Forget all the dreams
you said you had of us,
cuz baby, i want u to shut up so bad
that i wouldn't mind u being hit by a bus.

Forget all the memories
that we once had,
cuz baby, there could be no one else
but you, to make this relationship so bad.

Forget all the things I used to say
about loving you in every way
cuz baby, you ain't that pretty to look at
each and every day.

Forget all the things I wrote in this poem
about not loving you
cuz baby, i know you won't remember,
u'd rather remember how the sky is blue.

Forget all the things that I'll ever
say or do,
cuz baby, from now on,
you and me are through.

"Child"

It was just one little hit
because she'd had too much fun,
but then she ran away crying,
and my child's pain had begun.

This is a parent's love.
It is the wounds we keep so deep
that are finally set free
to trouble our child's sleep.

That was the 1st hit
and now this vicious cycle has begun
my child had once been so happy
but now the happiness is gone.

I never knew why I hit her
why I wanted to see her hurt,
but I couldn't stop the madness,
not even when I ripped her favorite shirt.

Each time I hit her, and she ran into her room,
I would sit there and cry
and tell myself
"Baby, this is the end. I promise I'll try."

But with each new hit
I was further away from recovery.
I wish I could hold her again,
just to hold her close to me.

My beautiful baby is now so sad,
all her happiness is gone
and all I can do is whisper through my tears,
"Lord, what have I become?"

"Inner Indecision"

 (Just a contemplation about life. It's really about a man who commits suicide, only to find that his hell, was the same as his life.)
Walking alone
On a road of
inner indecision.
Soft, sultry eyes
Peering at you
Beneath the velvet
Of untouched night.
Cool water
Splashing into a pond
Off to your right,
With the echoing sound, of finality.
Someone's humming
Reaches your ear
From somewhere
Close by.
A hand touches
Your shoulder
Ever so gently,
Like a chilling breeze.
You don't turn your head
But you know
Who is beside you
Who yields the staff of death.
He is not your friend
Nor anyone you've ever met before
Yet you let his hand guide you,
Lead you toward your destination.
You see an opening,
Straight ahead.
The cerebus that guards those gates,
Awaits your entry.
Your breath
Does not quicken,
Nor do your thoughts
Take on a panicked tone.
This is your end,
You’ve known it for a while now,
And you are not afraid
Of whatever is to come.
Passing through the gates,
That the cerebus guards,
You feel a sense of relief,
Of peace.
Your companion
Leaves you now,
And you notice a strange
Familiarity in your surroundings.
Just like before,
You are walking alone,
On a road of
Inner indecision.