Poetry

Pain for Love

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Somehow you always seem to validate your visceral viciousness

Your smile is nothing more than slight of hand hiding the bared fangs

your actions are the catalyst to the chemical reaction called rage

yet you always want someone on your same page

a contradiction in itself since it’s you who is always against

to be around you is to be loved and pained

to listen to you is to feel at a loss and full of gain

Friend, foe, tyrant, or liberator, no one knows what you are

the definition of enigma, you reset the bar

you inhale my love, to exhale you malice!

then grow confused when I flee down the hole like Alice

Even the mysteries of Wonderland are more straightforward

and even still i find myself craving just one more word

through the confusion you bring I’ll rise up above,

just to have that one thing from you… your love

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Poetry

Angels

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The ranks of the angels has yet again grown/
Another sweet loved one has been called home/
Heaven has grown happier
Yet we’re yet again are in tears/
Lord I know you need your angels
But why do you have To take them so soon?/
We weren’t finished with them yet
We had more to learn
More love to give
I’ll never know their hug or kiss again
Without them I’m a wreck I don’t know where to begin/
I know you have plans/
I know how our Lord demands/
But did you have to make them an angel so soon!?/
An angel with grace on her wings/
The angelic choir yet again sings/
I should be happy, but tears are what their song brings/
I promise not to be angry forever lord/
I know you have a plan lord/
You have gained another great Angel lord/
But for now I cry why lord?/

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The Enemy

The enemy

I always feel like somebody’s watching me/
In the noir of night the damned demons bare their fangs/
As they target it my neck feels paper thin/
Here is where it begins/
Fear sets in, gives you the option for fight or flight/
Red blazing eyes pierce your soul, sapping your might/
A vicious paralysis grips you, disables your legs/
Let me rend your flesh, it’s bloodlust begs/
Hope, is lost as morbid curiosity begins to ask/
What manner of beast is this, who is can do this task/
A boldness creeps into your heart and you ask why/
With a guttural snarl it rips into your thigh/
Down, you fall writhing in pain/
Knowing you are doomed, the sky lets loose rain/
Survival, a drive in you is aroused and you fight back/
Angering the demon, it mauls you with its attack/
You lost before you could even start/
The being of darkness easily pierced your heart/
Death, comes easy, your soul to take/
Eyes flutter open as you lay in a could sweat, finally awake/
You see the demon eyes staring at you, surely your losing your mind/
Flipping a light, you gave at the demonic reflection, it’s you, humankind/

Our greatest enemy will always be ourselves. Once we stop fighting ourselves we can achieve anything.

-Poetic Ice
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