I am who I am, and nothing more...
You call me a killer.
In your eyes,
It's black and white,
And as much red as your imagination can muster.
I am who I am, and it's more than meets the eye...
My life is a violent one, an ocean of survival.
I fight every single day,
In mind and body,
And all I have to show for it is that I am, and that,
I am who I am, but you will never understand...
You act, sometimes, like you admire me,
You entrap me, you parade me around, pretend I mean something to you,
You put me on a pedestal for the people,
And neither of us have any idea why you do it.
I am who I am, and you have no idea who that is...
Why am I th
The Deepest and the Darkest by SouthernViking, literature
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The Deepest and the Darkest
I could very well be set ablaze by the angry, sorrowful, smoldering fire that consumes my very soul.
Every fiber of my being fights to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat bleeds.
I do my best to stop from crying till I'm soaked to the bone from the thousands of tears that I'd shed.
To simply break everything around me until there was either nothing left of it, or nothing left of me.
To rip the keys out of this keyboard and grind each one to dust.
I hold back from smashing all of my windows, to break the glass and let it lie for eternity.
I feel an urge to gather all my books and burn them, to feel the great fire outsid
"When you feel for someone,
In a way that blocks out everything else,
When you are completely selfless,
When you will give your life to protect someone,
When you feel nothing,
But care and worry,
For that one person,
That is when you know,
You're in love."
Written 01/12/2009
The Emotion. This is just the beginning of the thrill, the start of something new. Few have experienced this sensation, this rush, this new emotion. As you stray off the beaten path of the normal life, you think of what lies before you, what now lies behind you... yet it doesn't matter. The present, the now, the rush of life at it is happening. Nothing will ever be as rewarding, ever again.
The Plunge. You are opened into a brand new world. It is the first exposure that immediately amazes you, this first time in an alien world. But it isn't. This is your world, never before seen by mortal eyes. The darkness in front of you, a bleak, black n
"Writers are treasured when gone,
Roses smell sweetest when dying,
The Sun is most beautiful when the day is done,
When the Night murders it, crying.
The Phoenix bursts into magnificent flame,
When it's last tear it sheds,
What a dreadful thought, a terrible shame,
Some things are most lovely when dead."
Written 04/24/2009
"I heard tell of a Cat, a wily tabby Cat,
Who played the fiddle so astute,
He was brown, gray, and really quite cute,
And he hated the lute, and that Rat.
Now this black Rat was no looker, by any means,
But he could play like no other,
A lute of ancient make, whose music could smother,
Any other music to smithereens.
On one Sunday, the sunniest of Sundays,
That Rat had come to call,
On his back was the lute, with which he entranced all,
With his happy and sad lays.
The Cat of the fiddle, the black and white fiddle,
Heard what he took as a threat,
He began to play, without breaking sweat,
On low, high, and middle.
The Rat of the lute, the
"I sit here writing, thinking, loving,
Wondering if my love is wasted,
On a pretty face, a beautiful mind, thinking,
That the woman I love has no love, has me un-rested.
It was here, a month ago, I saw you,
Walking and talking, looking pretty and proud.
We talked... how I talked... I stuttered and sweated, too.
I spoke softly, and you tall, bold and loud.
You said, 'Leave me, I have work to be done,'
And I, blindly, obliged not thinking, just staring.
You left me there alone, afraid, and I begun,
To wonder, to think, loving, hoping.
I write this blindly, not thinking, just hoping in mind,
That you will love me, and please, do respond in ki
The Waters of My Mind by SouthernViking, literature
Literature
The Waters of My Mind
I am the most content man in the world.
That is because I made it so...
I am standing at the end of a half-mile long pier, it's a little past ten o'clock in the morning.
There is not a single solitary person within exactly one mile of me.
A lonely light house spins it's signal light off in the distance.
An abandoned warehouse looms tall and solitary behind me, but no shadow is cast.
Not even my own...
At least, that's what I'm imagining...
I think.
It is my favorite weather, ever.
Chilly, with just enough bite to warrant a coat.
Overcast, gray, and all around gloomy.
I don't know why, but have always loved that...
There is a steady drizz
A Spring Sun, a Cold Winter, and a Fleeting Smile by SouthernViking, literature
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A Spring Sun, a Cold Winter, and a Fleeting Smile
You walk past me,
Head slightly bowed, shy as ever,
Dark hair veils your face,
You clutch your books close to your chest,
Just trying to get past the crowds to class.
You always seem so sad, though,
As if you've just had a row with a friend.
I want to know what it is that's wrong,
I want to help in any way possible.
I call to you, say your name,
and I let it roll off my tongue.
You turn, you look up,
And dark curtains fall.
They reveal your beautiful, pale face,
And eyes.
Eyes bright with curiosity, playfulness,
Caution, sadness and wonderment.
You Transfix me,
Intoxicate me.
Astound me.
Move me.
Encourage me,
Put me down and,
Boost me bac
The Waters of My Mind by SouthernViking, literature
Literature
The Waters of My Mind
I am the most content man in the world.
That is because I made it so...
I am standing at the end of a half-mile long pier, it's a little past ten o'clock in the morning.
There is not a single solitary person within exactly one mile of me.
A lonely light house spins it's signal light off in the distance.
An abandoned warehouse looms tall and solitary behind me, but no shadow is cast.
Not even my own...
At least, that's what I'm imagining...
I think.
It is my favorite weather, ever.
Chilly, with just enough bite to warrant a coat.
Overcast, gray, and all around gloomy.
I don't know why, but have always loved that...
There is a steady drizz
A Spring Sun, a Cold Winter, and a Fleeting Smile by SouthernViking, literature
Literature
A Spring Sun, a Cold Winter, and a Fleeting Smile
You walk past me,
Head slightly bowed, shy as ever,
Dark hair veils your face,
You clutch your books close to your chest,
Just trying to get past the crowds to class.
You always seem so sad, though,
As if you've just had a row with a friend.
I want to know what it is that's wrong,
I want to help in any way possible.
I call to you, say your name,
and I let it roll off my tongue.
You turn, you look up,
And dark curtains fall.
They reveal your beautiful, pale face,
And eyes.
Eyes bright with curiosity, playfulness,
Caution, sadness and wonderment.
You Transfix me,
Intoxicate me.
Astound me.
Move me.
Encourage me,
Put me down and,
Boost me bac
The Emotion. This is just the beginning of the thrill, the start of something new. Few have experienced this sensation, this rush, this new emotion. As you stray off the beaten path of the normal life, you think of what lies before you, what now lies behind you... yet it doesn't matter. The present, the now, the rush of life at it is happening. Nothing will ever be as rewarding, ever again.
The Plunge. You are opened into a brand new world. It is the first exposure that immediately amazes you, this first time in an alien world. But it isn't. This is your world, never before seen by mortal eyes. The darkness in front of you, a bleak, black n
"I sit here writing, thinking, loving,
Wondering if my love is wasted,
On a pretty face, a beautiful mind, thinking,
That the woman I love has no love, has me un-rested.
It was here, a month ago, I saw you,
Walking and talking, looking pretty and proud.
We talked... how I talked... I stuttered and sweated, too.
I spoke softly, and you tall, bold and loud.
You said, 'Leave me, I have work to be done,'
And I, blindly, obliged not thinking, just staring.
You left me there alone, afraid, and I begun,
To wonder, to think, loving, hoping.
I write this blindly, not thinking, just hoping in mind,
That you will love me, and please, do respond in ki
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