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DaRk IcE Aug 2015
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Tonight I'm drowning...
DaRk IcE Aug 2015
Tumbling in ultraviolet sequences rushing loosely in a nested loop
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Promiscuous tunnels penetrating radiant innocence
              Bottomless and hollow consuming each piece, boldly tainting private ownership
Powerless against brut strength, surrendering reluctantly to blind demand
               Delirious and incompetent your heart stolen
DaRk IcE Aug 2015
The being which suffered modest abuse among the thorned bush blooms a beautiful rose. One by one each silky petal torn carelessly from its stem fall silently to the ground. Bruised and discolored each became frail and weak. Righteousness pleading innocent as breathe fades into the wind carried by admission. Peacefully evacuation bringing serenity among a once dying rose*.
DaRk IcE Aug 2015
Sinful howls echo from lost scripts written in stone
History has kept breathe into your memory for centuries
                   Quite mysterious you were, scaling your way across flatlands, leaping through the shadows of deaf eyes

                    Strong heart equipped for battle, a lover, not a fighter
Searching desperately for misplaced roots of which you came, a place to call home

The pieces never found, although the script still exsists
DaRk IcE Aug 2015
Many times in life we find ourselves depressed/alone, companionship abandoned
We all have our own stories in which most people dont want to hear/care
Often times an animal takes the place and slowly feels that void
They immediately understand something is wrong, they begin to shower you with love
Even if pushed away persistance insists
Like angel's on earth, they warm their way into your heart and remind you your still alive.
*She is a cat, her name Chaqweeta
No cat on earth has ever like me, and ive never liked cats. Ive been at a pretty low place lately and some how even with me pushing her away for weeks she has crawled her way into my heart. She is a stray, but in my eyes she is much more then that. She shows up every day to shower me with love.
This is for her!!!! She deserves it.
DaRk IcE Jul 2015
The new age bellows of brittle morals and shattered beliefs
Confusion follows  bleak choices   of tragic consequence
Lost  with-in a black cloud, anxious to be rash and disorganized
The only reaction that feels comforting to a fragile mind
Years have flown by as your heart cried desperately for a helping hand
Condemned by high class society's view, confidence is out of reach
Reclusive to social interaction by fear of pointing fingers and snide looks
Creating your own safe haven, protected from scorpion stings waiting in the shadows down dark alley's
Beginging a journey from four familiar walls that you called home
Leaving behind scolding memories that were once open, transforming them to healed scars
This is dedicated to a dear friend which  I care deeply for.  You can do this!!!!
  Jul 2015 DaRk IcE
Phoebe Marie
my sadness feels like
i'm swallowing sea water -
every gulp down my throat is a step closer to
dehydration
sinking to the bottom
no flotation
lacking foundation
my sadness feels like
vomiting frustrations
stagnation -
my sadness feels like stagnation.
sensations of vibrations
surround me but do not reach
my hands
or any part of me for that matter.
I see it -
i know its there
the energy is flowing in the air
a devious glare - i swear
i stare
and stay aware that this
illness
does more than impair - it's unfair , really.
My sadness feels like everything around me is dead -
i know its really in my head but
i look at the evening sky and see not
yellows and reds but
grays instead -
i used to imbed the colors into my
brain but lately its been filled with
tar - seeping into unhealed scars
its making a home here -
till i disappear
its not just me it's "we're" that's here -
its overstayed its welcome.
My sadness feels like a man putting his feet on my
coffee table.
My sadness feels like an empty chest -
one that rots with dust and
human rust it
echoes and howls when opened -
like its terrified of its urge to leave.
My sadness feels like a parasite that *****
until it falls but
it doesn't fall -
only crawls
through the hollow parts of me
and creates substance.
My sadness feels like accepting to drown.
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