-Death's Parade-


Dark wardrobes worn clean
black flags held high
robes, souls, empty faces, and mindless sins
thoughtless words
walking dead
with Death
on his day
death's parade
reaped then sleep the eternal slumber
hearts race, then stop
your pulse halts
on his day
eyes bleed
your breath leaks
your feelings begin to seap
sound, sight, touch, smell, taste all gone on his day
death's parade

-Monster(0)-

I lay down to rest my hear againt my pillow,
I put my fet up to relax and try to go to sleep,
I keep myself as busy as I can be to keep busy,
I try not to think so it wont hurt,
I try to forget but I dont want to,
I understand and belive but know not what I must do,
I feel my heart as it slows and feels as if were to stop any moment,
I write about I to talk to myself to keep me somewhat sain,
A "good night" no longer exsist,
A "good morning" was almost never there,
A new day only begings with my "without",
I feel this way because of me,
I hurt someone important,
but I did not know,
I gave pain when I was trying so hard not to,
but pain was slipping through the cracks I once sealed,
and I didnt notice,
A Monster
That is what I have become,
I did things, and never understood them or even know I was doing them,
for that I am a Monster,
A Monster I have become,
Or maybe Have always been,
But I have never notice I was a Monster
A Monster,
That is What I am and always was,
I was treated like one,
but never knew why,
I was feared and not looked at,
And now I know Why,
It is because I am a Monster,
But now I know,
I am a Monster

A start of temptation with a horriffic twist,
Limbs torn and mucules stretched beyond it's limits,
Arm, legs, and torsos neatly stacked and labbed,
Eye balls sorted by color and stripped skin folded and placed according to tone,
Upper and lower jaws cleansed to peraly whites without lips,
Left and right ears cleaned of wax and dirt,
Hair tied tightly in a bo or single brad divided into "Curly/Straight" and "Short/Long",
A slaughter,
A home keep so neat its hard not to keep trace or evidence of this happening,
The stains, splatters, drops, and drips of blood leave a sight with a sent of discomfort,
Neat,
With a slight twist

I posted 3 of my writes, plz do comment

Verrrry very deep indeed, I quite like the imagery you conjured up in "Death's Parade" A very cleaver piece of writing. Welcome to JSH and thank you for sharing.

thanx for the welcome, and I will post more up soon, I look forward to more comments from people

They will comment, it is just that you have posted at a funny time of the day, you have to consider work, time zones etc,etc, but you will get responses I am sure. I cannot wait to see your "poetic" feast

Well First off Welcome to the family,,

I too enjoyed the read, and wait to see more,,,

A smile pictured on your face,
Gentle curves and dents that make up such beauty,
Your eyes shine yet show a depth that is to be feared by anyone,
The experessions you show always wanting to say something more then what is seen....

ok...that was great...you ever do any song lyrics??? just great writing

My addition:

Glad that's over
Heaven awaits, weeeeeeeee

very good and welcome to the site

I dont do songs, I actually dislike music, I rather not listen to any,
I only write poetry, and soon I will be writing short stories

good writes, dark

I thought this was far too random. There appears to be no flow to this at all. Too many breaks in it for my taste.

Thanx for the comment, MsWizard, It's just my style of writing, My wries are written a little differently then whats normally read,
but it seems you dislike Deaths Parade, what do you think of the others?

"A smile pictured on your face,
Gentle curves and dents that make up such beauty,
Your eyes shine yet show a depth that is to be feared by anyone,
The experessions you show always wanting to say something more then what is seen...."

I liked this one far better. There is a continuity and flow to this that makes it a fine read~

thank you
there was a person that said she wanted that to be a desciption of her,
I thought that was kind of funny of her to say that,
I honestly dont like that one to much

I have pieces I've written that I dont care too much for as well. However, we only write what we feel at the time, and they are a reflection of those feelings and thoughts. Don't throw out the baby with the bathwater.......

I dont plan on getting rid of anything I write, I use to, but I havent in a while,
I havent been writing all that long, only about 2 years, my vocabulary spell, and other things need much work