*vomits up poems*
The Turmoil within. Copyright 2007
BY..Firewolf81/Scott Drechsler
Created and Written 19/02/2007
There’s a pain in the darkness.
That I cant withstand.
It haunts me.
It taunts me.
Slowly driving me mad.
It tears at my soul.
It rips me apart.
This pain in the darkness.
Is destroying my heart.
My mind knows one thing.
My body Another.
How long must I stay here.
Before I become someone other.
This battle has raged on.
for years now within.
The war scars, they mold me.
They taint me with sin.
I can not lose.
This battle you see.
For destroy things I will
and evil i’ll be.
So beware the darkness.
Always keep it in check.
Your life will be shattered.
Forever
Live
And
Regret.
The two of me.
By Scott Drechsler
8/4/07
Copyright and intellectual property of Scott Drechsler
Out of place and out of time
That is how I’ll start this rhyme.
This thread tis bout darkness
and darkness you find
enveloped within
this lyrical chime
My life’s an enigma
My past is a riddle
Then there little ol me
who’s caught in the middle
Theres two sides to me
just like a nickel
I betch you cant guess
which plays second fiddle
As I mentioned before
This time’s not my own
My true spirit of self
Is a long way from home
I long for the battles
The bloodsheded grin
the screams of anguish and sorrow
Of agony and sin
Inside’s trapped a warrior
A long feral thing
But no ones deemed worthy
to be his favorite plaything.
Long gone are the times
Of honor and grace
The pathways un-broken
By technology and faith
Where every step taken
No matter the pace
Could see you life ended
You final resting place
For every yin there is a yang
To darkness there is light
For every pain there is a pang
of devilish delight.
For evil lurks within us all
Tis the nature of the beast
I long to fight both tooth and claw
The monster yerns to feast.
Cursed I am this retched life
Of society and things
Locked away this darkness rife
A mournful cry it sings
For times have changed but i have not
Venturing deep I did go
To find out why
I did not stop
crimson blood
it shed and flowed
Deeper and deeper
I ventured forth
peeling back layers
to seek out the source
The damage was done
The monster sprang forth
Awoke was the sleeper
who tore at his keeper
A battle raged on
Between goodness and bad
Of which there were casualties
of Wolven and Man
The code of the Warrior
The nature of Beasts
No alliance was struck
Segregated I am.
This uneasy union
that was struck long ago
has been much one sided
the cracks starting to show
My other is calling
Beckoning come in
come join the darkness
come join us in sin
Together we’ll be happy
I promise, I care
The bloodlust I’ll work on
the pleasure we’ll share.
The flesh we can render
The screams in the air
They all will deserve it
The truth that I swear.
For years now this has gone on
well 12 to be exact
12 years of remaining guarded
Of watching and act
And yet he still whispers
come on make us whole.
His tight furry fingers
they pull at my soul
My life is a nightmare
this much is told
My true self is locked up
I can not ever be whole
Of times I do wonder
More times come of late
if union is possible
or is that tempting fate
So now there you have it
A glimpse you did see
A moment of insight
In what its like to be me.
BORED
When masturbation has lost its charm
perhaps you try the other arm
If this don’t work and your feeling glum
Tabasco sauce can make things fun
just dash some on and rub away
No longer bored but terrible pain
run around right mad and quick
how the hell did i burn my dick
to the sink you will go
or perhaps the garden hose
soon enough the burn will stop
you realize then you have your cock
all exposed for all to see
once again you surely flee
taking off your manhood flailing
half way there you hear the wailing
someone hurry and hurry quick
there goes junior and his prick
They come running the massive hoard
I guessing someones no longer bored.
THE BAD TWINKIE
Twinkies rock
they taste so good
the little sponge fingers
taste just like they should
They’re wrapped up and golden
filled with cream but not cum
unless you are lonely
and desperate for fun
so if you’re a pervert
and self fill your snack
be a good bloke
and DONT put them back
For if you have flat mates
and they do not take care
they might take a cum one
and find some curled hair
Worse even still
they may take a bite
on realizing the contents
their face will turn white
then watch them hurl
all over the floor
the remains of the Twinkie
will be thrown out the door
the rumors will spread
they’ll come thick and quick
there goes the guy
who eats twinkles with dick
so next time you get peckish
and you reach for the sponge
ask your self this
is this someones fun?
THE MORE YOU KNOW
Knowledge is power
the power to know
to battle be used
or only for show
If you want power
it’s knowledge you seek
it can turn strong
the timid and weak
if someone confronts you
and you get quite rattled
you can use knowledge
insted of id-ot prattle
so arm yourself well
prepare for your life
aided by knowledge
you can dodge fates cruel knife
fore those with the smarts
will surely do well
dashed to the wayside
the unarmed have fell
MVC BY NIGHT
all was quiet in MVC house
nobody stirred
no even a mouse
I pace back and forth
looking a yonder
who is up also
that indeed do I wonder
I called to P.Moore
from new Zealand is he
I shouted out loudly
No reply I received
An echo sounds out
the noise does rebound
Of these empty halls
my voice is that sound
I sit and I wait
for the ol pitter patter
of familiar feet
and MVC chatter
fore for you it is night
and for me it is day
I guess we will chat
some other day.
We are but dust, waiting to be blown away by the gentle breeze of the ages as memories fade like a photograph left in the sun, bleaching our thoughts like the remnants of bone and desolate beings. Gone are the times of joy and laughter, snatched away mid breath by a thief who has no face and no name but is everywhere and nowhere. Born of both misery and happiness yet not one is better than the other as both are but a feeling to show life and should be rejoiced in equal parts of rapture and loathing. Each heartbeat brings us closer to life and death, like a glorious swan song spelling out our sweet sweet sorrows for the world to hear. Such beauty is lost upon the likes of man who was born with ears but lacks the ability to truly listen, he hears only the voice of his mind that speaks of his goodness and truth. Spread forth the gospel of pain and suffering that both life and death for the two dance endlessly and tirelessly, spinning on the edge of reason yet so close indeed. Fear not the end but embrace the start and shy away from the evils of life itself lest you be tainted and drink from its waters. For without life there is no death and death no life so celebrate them both for they are legion and they are hungry. Glorious is the puppet cut of its strings for it has no master and no life, yet no sorrow.
Cut your strings and be free.
Hark o the call the suffering children for they have no voice, a cry out in anguish suddenly silenced by the evils of man. Fear not the end sweet child for in the end there is much to rejoice, a end to sadness across the plagues our land.
The evils of war spread on swift wings, turning brother on brother and families distraught. Is there no end to the seeping madness sweet and seductive like a lover, she melds in our thought.
Innocent lives stolen, torn from existence by bloodied hands and dirty fingernails, rendering heartache without mercy. Children converted and mutated into mindless killers with a taste for blood that is unquenchable renders them thirsty.
The time of man, ruled by a iron fist of officials and diplomats, comfortably placed in the safety of their brethren. Millions extinguished at a moments notice, expendable soldiers march to their demise, fresh charred flesh that won’t see heaven.
Lives lost needlessly, the children cry, parents grieve, all which falls like tears from angels, absorbed into the blood soaked earth no splash for nothin. Why do we die, destroy our lives, for fear of living. How long until god himself pushes that button?
Death stalks the living like a hidden killer waiting in the shadows, blade at the ready, glimmering like a crescent moon on a starry night. Feel his breath on your neck, the icy chill of the wind and his eyes, the unknown presence that arouses the hairs to stand to attention like so many soldiers waiting to enter the fray. Tick Tock Tick Tock, can you hear the clock ticking, seconds falling away into the void, falling forever, endlessly and motionless, carcases of life lost to the sand. The weight of living bears down on us like so much gravity, crushing us more and more, misshaping us, offering hunched back and crooked joints as time wears us away, eroding us like the waves wear away the cliff, crashing eternally. Can you taste him, the hidden presence of decay hidden in every meal, for you consume his work and devour his art to sustain life. His smell, carried on the wind that caresses your face like the gentle hand of a lover long lost, marking you, kissing you for you will be his. In the end, he will take you, his loving embrace cutting swathe through all that you have surrounded yourself with as he carries you away on blackened wings, free and loving. Embrace him for he loves and is merciful, he watches over you even now as you read this, whispering sweet nothings into your ear like a spectral Romeo wooing his Juliet. He is the first and last love you will ever know, he is legion, he is death and one day, he will come for his lost children and embrace you, his hug forever sweet and everlasting.
With no moments notice
Your life turned upside down
Free falling forever
There is no safe ground
Buried inside are
Worry and fear
Even my friends
Are enemies here
Jagged and painful
Like a cancerous growth
The longer I live
The deeper I go
A whole mind now shattered
Now a shadow of myself
All who I was
Is now placed on the shelf
I worry and I panic
Chilled to the bone
Surrounded by loved ones
Yet I feel so alone
A world rife with danger
Every moment your last
Just ask anyone with it
ANXIETIES A BLAST!
Of closed mind
And closed heart
Of love and destruction
Life can be mean
Of false promise
And broken dreams
Of hatred and regret
Life can be sorrow
Of joy
And mirth
Of friendship and hope
Life can be happiness
Of darkness
and death
Of pain and fear
Life can be draining
Of hopelessness
And defeat
Of surrender and abandon
Life can be pointless
Of strength
And determination
Of confidence and sweat
Life can be worth living
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Flowers for you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Lilies are white
As pure as you
Red is our love, burning so bright
Blue is the feeling, we won’t have tonight
White are the stars, so envious of us
Of what we share, our love and trust
Roses are your lips that I want to touch
A lily is my hope, my only crutch
Violets are my soul, so very blue
Because It’s valentines day, but I don’t have you
^ wrote that one for Green_Ninja.
Lol, Firewolf, your poems make me think of a suicidally depressed Dr. Seuss.
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firewolf81 you have some awesome poems. the turmoil within, and two of me are the ones i like the best. while the others are good, or great.
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Help me raise my Habamon!
Liar
By: Nate M. Maton
I am most ashamed to say,
That I lie every single day.
I can lie better than any politician.
It’s almost like I’m a great magician.
Now, as I have said before I am not proud,
But it is what I must do to keep my world from going up in a big mushroom cloud.
Bill Clinton can’t even touch my lying skill,
I could have talked my way out of his little sexual thrill.
I could talk my way out of any deal,
And make anyone believe me no matter how unreal.
The name in this poem is even a lie,
I bet you wouldn’t of guessed I was that sly.
I must be coming off as bragging correct?
If this is what you believe I will have to respect.
Although I assure you this is not the case,
Really I am just telling the truth face to face.
For I have come to learn that lying comes back ten fold,
And when that day comes I will surly unfold.
And this will be the end of me,
Wouldn’t you agree?
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