Greed-Floored and bound by Reapinginprogress, literature
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Greed-Floored and bound
Money, luxurious money,
Pouring from all over the world,
I swim in a liquid of gold.
Everything I feel,
Has that gloriously cold touch,
The touch or power,
The touch of riches,
I finger the precious pieces,
Their golden stacks shining back at me.
Inhaling the toxic aroma of material,
Everything that one likes is bad,
Spirit leeched and body drained,
And all to get more.
Muscles collapse under the weight of labour,
I clench my fist, why wont they work harder?
My shipment is due soon, so why are the dawdling?
Sweat dribbles from their brows, as they struggle.
I am not paying them for them to slack.
I glance around my air
Every one watched as the man fell,
heroic, calm, brave,
to take his own life,
to be in control,
to jump from that burning tower,
the strength that must have filled him....
...but look closer,
that is not a gentle fall,
no lying about it....
The man falling knows his fate,
he knows as we all do...
still he falls frantically,
looking perhaps upon the death below,
or perhaps on his family,
can any one call that calm???
To think of your children watching...
to see their father fall,
Seeing the shirt ripped off his back,
The orange on in fall view.
how can anyone comprehend that???
The man will never see himself as an icon...
I hate love, so much that I love it,
I'm so stupid, I get A grades,
I'm so slow I saved my friends life,
I'm so lucky, I get hurt every week,
I'm so strong, that I fall,
I'm so easily hurt, so I have had my hand bent back to my arm in mercy,
I'm so cold hearted, I'm in love,
I'm so good a drawing, I'm failing art,
I'm so friendly, I'm lonely inside,
I'm so kind to people, I hate myself,
I'm so calm, I'm psychotic,
I believe in God, but am not religious,
I hate the bibles interpretuations, yet I read it,
I'm so cynical, yet believe in hope,
I'm so determind, I'm lazy,
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Life is far simpler for the single.
But is it as fullfilling???
For the single yearn to be paired,
For everything in life is there;
Yearning for company,
Male an female are meant to be paired,
for nature intended that to be,
Like the very atoms that make us up,
for each one is joined with atleast another.
So why is it that he sits alone???
Why does he hang his head??
Why is he missed out?
Has he done anything wrong???
No...but life is harsh and cruel,
He sits alone waiting,
but still none come to comfort,
Inside he is dying,
crying out for companionship,
but still it does not come,
For all he has is himself.
Can we really
Spreading through the land,
A hungry wild cat stalking in the grass.
Never ending until it's stomach is full,
A creature of astounding beauty,
But like all things perfectly BEAUTIFUL,
It has it's darker side,
For everything has it's flaws,
For fire spreads it's poison,
As it dances across your flesh,
Scorching, Smouldering,
Burning, Blazing,
Leaving a trail of char,
Fire marrs the land,
But enriches it,
It chokes and murders,
But increases produce.
So what ever you think of the untamable demon,
You have to admire it's beauty,
and how adept it is at it's job.
So as you dance around my very flesh,
Eating away at it,
I'll ad
Desire of love/lust,
Evil to those he likes,
Annoying to those he reaps,
Troublesome to the fates,
Humorous to other gods,
Tireless in his sarcasm,
Heavy work load,
Excitable when gambling,
Lazy despite his job,
Immoral in his thoughts,
Friendly to those he reaps,
Ever lasting in his life.
Darkness you are my comfort by Reapinginprogress, literature
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Darkness you are my comfort
I stand there,
Wanting to be alone,
You are there,
I can feel your breath,
Upon my exposed neck,
You leave me cold,
Yet comfortable,
I can not move from my space,
The darkness,
The darkness I once feared,
How easy it is to fall,
To fall into your gentle embrace,
All these years I've feared you,
For you can hide all,
You are the swallower of hopes,
The destroyer of dreams,
I hated you....
But you loved me...
So now I stand,
Not alone,
I'm in your presence,
and you're looking after me,
You comfort my troubled soul,
but now I'm not alone,
people are disturbing my peace.
I want to escape...
Why do they follow me???
My p
Sink...Go and Sink in betrayl by Reapinginprogress, literature
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Sink...Go and Sink in betrayl
I
Sinking, a known notion,
wanting to be stable,
but unable,
falling, stumbling,
hair rippling,
skin paling,
eyes widening,
teeth gritting,
pupils dilating,
Ears throbbing,
nose stinging,
heart thumping,
mouth forced open,
by unseen hands.
Limbs tied down,
but still I fight.
II
I fight on, despite the heavy weight of my thoughts.
Each pause, dragging the pain out longer,
the blade has already done it's job.
The cold steel making it's home between the torn open ribs,
the black dying heart, penetrated by the bloody sword,
the snake that was once me, slivers, wriggles tugs in it's last defying,
pointless, futile strugg
Limbo, a cruel place, where nothing can thrive,
my home for months,
my path chosen for me,
yet as I drown in limbo,
I drag others with me,
my own sin being my insufferable nature,
yet I hold my breath,
grasping that sweet oxygen,
under my lips, and down my throat,
My eyes seeing into my former world,
the rest of my body in another,
My brain calculating that I haven't got long.
My heart is pounding, but I can not scream,
my pride stops me from begging for help.
I drown in silence, no mercy killing for me,
suffering all the way,
the way my body was used to,
my own mentality being my downfall.
I sit there in the darkness,
as a