Decadence

title: echoes of the past a cascading waterfall of blood death pulses at the top what are we firgting for? this blood spilt shall not be the last more will come and more will die for a trivial thought of man made gods liberation from the bonds that have been put on you so you run, not away but for the joy of freedom you run away from the oppresion of tyrants tyrants think they are the will of a god a god that is man made man is said to be the creation of a god but what god would create something this impure this untrue? humans are ruled by emotion each one therye own being nothing is certain blood flows from wounds cut in the earth this earth is where we were created so we destroy it for our own gains a pitiful existence are we we who destroy our sustanecne for our own gains so the tyrants say kill and you do you do with out thinking you have been bent to the will of others given up what makes man great emotions are needed so you gave them up for what? the sky is darkening with blood the water is red with it the plants are being watered by it we are destroying our selves the parched ground is being wet with blood this blood is spilt so we destroy our selves on the whims of men men that have no more right then you to order that so revolt and rise up spill the blood of tyrants kill them not each other why do you kill your brethren? kill, hate, destroy.

title: poetry poetry is the song of the soul the pure and most true form of art when done right it can seem as tough the persons is pouring their soul into you you can eather except it or reject it it wont hurt them because its on paper already out of them poetry is the dance of life the music that plays is the pulsings of the souls those who can see it can express it those who cant can only enjoy it it is much more pleasurable to express it then enjoy it or it can be to those who do not know the joy of pouring your soul onto paper i am truely sorry the ghost dances just as well as the corpral form the ghost is the pure soul but the copral form is the form that allows you to reach the highest form. poetry is the song of the soul and the dance of life it flows faster then water and slower then time it self it is the presnt past and future all at once to those who under stand it is one of the highest forms of communication to those who cant it is nothing more then a story but both are fine a story is needed to keep history and communication is needed to know each other so both are needed poetry is what you need it to be to me it is the song of the soul and the dance of life

seems to me hes talking about the only true way to rid the world of all evil is to destroy all thinking beings. destroying almost all lifeforms on the world. seems to be about bush a little bit...

title: lost love/ falseity who am i? this person you know is not me. this erson you know is a mask i put on. i try to be normal but at night in the dark my demons come for me. the real I, the I in my mind cannot be the I in your mind. because the I you know is a mask, something i put on every morning and cry off every night. the dark it scares me, but also protects me. it allows me to be me with out showing it to you. my soul... im not even sure if i have one any more. this blood that pulses through my vains if spilt is red. but inside me its black. darkness festers inside me but i cant let it out. you people take me for grantet assuming ill always be here. thats because you dont know the real me. the real me is caught some where between life in death hanging on by a thread because im stubborn. the real me is what allows me to live everyday. the fake me could care less because it is a product of the real me and has no will except what you assign it. so i say good bye maybe ill be here tomarow and maybe i wont. i wish i will and i wish you would be here to greet me. but you wont. i long to join you in that eternal sleep. if i did i would finaly be at peace but i am stubborn. and i wont join you untill my time. im sorry i love you but i am stubborn i dont want to die. you... you were the only one who cared about me who knew the real me. i thank you and i shall join you when its my time and untill then i shall think about you. i will never forget you you are burned into my sould and heart. those to places are the only bright spots in this ocean of darkness. good bye my love. i wish you hadnt left. so good bye my love i shall be there one day. good bye my rose... the torns that protected me were you and when you left the pedles were hurt and died because the torns were no longer there. it became artifical. plastic and bent to the will of others. good bye my love, good bye.

lol i think theres only a few theres only 8 of them not like you missed much any ways well thats probly all for today

title: past unrelenting my past i wish for it to be forgoten but tis what makes me, me. i am what my past has made me. but if it was erased would i be happy? no probly not. i would still be treated the same way and now not know why or how to act to it. i still dont know why just how to accpet it. if i erased my past i would lose my friends... the few i have are great nicest people ive met so i dont want them to be forgoten by me. so i will live with this pain... just because i still have some one to live for now... pain its is escaping me the stuff i kept in side i am now slowly comeing to terms with it. please never let me forget... people have been mean to me a feeling i never wish to force on others so dont let me forget because then i think i would be mean. why? i dont know why. i just think i would

title: foolish i was a fool these people i should have never trusted i was nothing but a tool yet i still trust i am still a fool i know yet i cant change so i am the most foolish yet even when they are useing me i am happier then when they are yelling at me it seems easeier to be used then be my self this pain has broken me thus i am a fool for still living i am a fool i am a fool....

title: betrayed trust this pain flows from my body like rivers from lakes the choices ive had to make the things ive seen seeds of doubt have been planted yet never reaped every one betrays me yet i still trust people why? why do i trust all it does is bring pain years past and years present have all been the same pain pure and simple but thats what hursts the most no one cared still no one cares why do i keep living every day? to make others happy? yes thats it there are a few people that still havtn hurt me so i live yet it still hurts i remember everyday that pain was what i woke up to and fell asleep to

he skids to a halt right out side the complex. he walks in lighting another cireret. "what is the mission?" he asks obveisly annoied a man in a black suit replies "you are to take out a building houseing a new part at one of our competitors factorys" "where is the factory?" ~man hands a disk~ that has all the information on it just put it in your AC. that is all" sheal leaves the building and jumps in his car driving to his core. he grabds his cell phone and calls the place planning to ask when to start and gets no anser. he looks at the disk and decides to run it by steve before he puts it in his core. he drives back to the bar he walks in and asks steve to look over the disk steve: holy! sheal: what? steve: this has a self destruct code on it for when you finished the mission sheal: what those bastards... no wonder there was no replie to my call steve: i say warn the company you were suposed to steal the part from sheal: good idea do you know which one it is? steve: yea, heres the number ~hands him a peace of paper he scribled it on~ sheal: thanks he pulls out his cell phone and calls the company and warns them and says he'll do any missions involving hurting the company that wanted the part for half of what they were going to offer or for free. sheal: thanks steve... this is what the fourth time youve saved me? steve: yes... sheal: can i have my key back i want to get some sleep... no can i have a new room on a different floor? steve: why...? oh you think they going to try to assassinate you? sheal: yes. steve: sure thing man ~he hands sheal a key~ room 3 on floor 1 sheal: floor one isnt that the bar? steve: yea but there are three rooms down there ones sercurity ones mine and ones a spare i never give away sheal: ahh thanx again man he walks over too his room opens it locks it then colapses on his bed then looks around looking at all the doors and windows. he goes to sleep but before then mumbles thanks man, thanks

"sorry about sturring earlier my head was spinning from something. i think it had to do with that ghost... like it has to do with my past.... and yes marie-clair i suppose we will wait since who ever is running this meeting isnt here yet are they?... blah wake me up when they get here..." under his breath "damn headache" with that he moves a few seats over and lays back down and starts to try to go back to sleep

he heard his cell phone go off. he wakes up and ansers the phone "Yea, what do you want?" he asks a little annoyied that these people called him while he was sleeping "we have anouther mission for you" "again?" "yes, again... we wouldn't be kidding about this" "fine, fine i'll take it. what is it?" "we'll tell you when you get here. building number 7 this time and we also have a new part for you from the last mission it is improved from the original" "mmm... ok when should i meet you?" "1 hour" "fine ill be there in an hour or earlier" he ran down the stars jumping the last few hitting some guy and knocking him over. the guy started to yell something but sheal just kept walking away then he remembered something "HEY STEVE" he yelled to get his attention as he walked over to the bar "yea sheal do you want a rose thorn that bad?" asked steve "no no its not that i got anouther mission heres the key... you seem to get annoied when i lose em" he says as he hands steve the key "and yea gimme a small rose thorn, light on the vodka and rum, hard on the sugar and rose water... need to be able to think strait." "hmm..." says steve as he hands him the drink sheal downs it "thanks man" sheal sets the glass back down and walks out. thinking to himself ' anouther mission already?' he lights his ciggeret and jumps in his car and heads for the complex.

OOC: changed name back to Sheal ______________________________________________________________________ Sheal walked in and sat down at the bar baging his fist on it to get the bar tenders attention. bartender: ahh hey shael. howed your mission go? Sheal: shh! steve you know your not suposed to know about that. the fact i told you doesnt mean you need to say it to the whole bar. Steve: yea yea, you want the normal thing? Sheal: nah man i think im just going to head up to bed, so i kinda need the key. Steve: *annoyied* you lost anouther key? Sheal: here *hands him a small leather bag of money* that should cover this and last months rent and the 4 or 5 keys ive lost. Steve: ahh i see you did complete your mission. *hands him the key* Sheal: shh... ahh you know i think i want the rose thorn tonight. Steve: again!? Sheal: yea, your right forget the rose thorn. im just going to bed. g'night, and give those three pilots over there a drink from me each of what ever they want heres the money. *hands him some more money* sheal walks up the stairs to his room and colapses on the bed.

3 years... and no i dont mind... i think your the only one who even reafds my stuff. LoL!

hmm... guess i just been down that path a few times the past few years... most of the reason i write is these past few years but thats not important. yea you got it right again.

he walked out of the hospital shealding his eyes to the bright light from the sun. it was noon and he had alrdy had lunch for that day so he decided to walk around. he walks around seeing a newspaper stand. he walks away but later walks back when the owner is distracted and steals one of the papers. he sees a collum on the sighting of Lucia McGrav. "hmm wonder what this is" he thinks to him self aloud "in-ter-est-ing, verdy in-ter-est-ing" he says imitating the first docor he saw when he woke up with amnesia, he had never forgeten the mansacctent and it made him laugh to think about. "wonder if i should go to that meeting..." says 1 voice in his head "maybe ill find out a little more about my past" anouther one adds "couldnt hurt" the third ojne says "what have you got to lose? not like you have any where to go, do you? asks the first voice. "yea yea your right" he decides "ill go ill go if it will make you 4 decide to be one voice again" he had stopped watching where he was going he had ended up wondering to where the meeting was suposed to be. he guessed he was just a little early. he looked at his watch an hour early exactly. he walked inside and sat in the back so he had room to strech out for the hour he knew a couple of people would show up. not alot but enuff for him to meet a few. "guess ill just set my watch for thirty minutes and take a nap" he thought

title: pain, hate, rage, spite. this pain it overwhelms me. it makes me want to end it all. this hate consumes me. it makes me want to take you all. this rage burns me. it makes me feel spiteful Spitefulness this feeling confuses me confusion leands me back to pain pain leads me back to hate and hate leads me back to rage. all this cuz i saw the one i loved die. i think about joing her every day but i am a coward i am scared of death yet being without her is worse then death. but still i am afraid she is just hidden and not truely dead so i fear and wish to die everyday. yet i will not let my self. thus this pain it overwhelms me. it makes me want to end it all. this hate consumes me. it makes me want to take you all. this rage burns me. it makes me feel spiteful Spitefulness this feeling confuses me confusion leands me back to pain pain leads me back to hate and hate leads me back to rage.

ok i alrdy finished the book. i think its realy good. (cant do the black over textthing so i cant complane about something... could somebody tell me how to do that please) but all and all the book is great.

matt wakes up grogily 'wha...what am i doing here?... wasn't i just out on a beach?... yea i was then i saw that lady'(thinking to himself) he screams a little and grabs his head. it was trobing the same way it did when he tought about his past. a nurse run in "are... are you alright" she asks. "yes, yes im fine" he says waveing her away. 'ouch that hurt. but i woder why... does she have something to do with my past?' (thinking to himself) he decides to just go back to sleep.

yea thats basicly what i was going for.

title: past pain/ run away all i can do is run away when you people think your better then me i run away when im hurt from you when i hind from every one all i do is run away but the pain chases me down no caring that i hate it it wont stop comming at me it burns me from the inside freezes me run the out side and all i do is run away you may think me a coward but i must run away this pain is to much for you to bare so you push it on me you think im weak for running away you dont know the pain i feel every day every night you have no right to call me weak you who cannot take pain for a singel day it breaks you so you force it on me you think im weak for taking it and you hate me for retalyating so what can i do besides run away you say i musnt run away but who are you to say what i should do you who are weak who pushes pain on others so i say good bye and run away

shouldnt this have started yesterday?

i like it, its quite good. well heres a title not sure if it fits it or not i think it does though. title- tears to ashes, ground to ground.

ok... well i have nothing else right now... oh well maybe later

thnx i think i know where it is lemme go find it and ill put it up the one in my note but has a title (edited version) fallen angel/tormented dreams Fallen angel hopeless and desperate crawling towards the light. This light burns constantly toying with him. It becomes a siren song of sweet salvation. A never ending torture is this existence. An insatiable hunger tears at him a thirst for survival gnaws at him. In this never ending sleep illusions turn to reality. Darkness to light, truth to lies these opposites that require each other to exist become the same and become nothingness. (original; not sure if finished or not) Fallen angel hopeles and despert. crawling tworads the light. Light burning constantly toying with him. Moving always as it beccones him. Crawling never ending torture. The light sears his flesh as it burns away the darkness but yet he continues to it. All is this light. Pain, bliss, healing, torture, life, and death. The light is survival that burns through him. The gloom enshrouds him becconing him to give into the darkness and to forget survival. This existence is a dream, nothing is real but it is substance. Illusan and truth constant opposits but needed for the other to exist. [COLOR=orangered][size=1]Please don't double post. Wait for a reply or use the EDIT option. Thanks. -Sara[/size][/COLOR]

ok. bah still cant find my note book... i wrote the poem during class instead of taking notes. LoL... maybe ill find it. hope so i read some of the things you wrote they were good too