Raskull

Hey, you only live once. Enjoy the hell out of it. And please enjoy my depressing, dramatic, occasionally offensive and usually demented writing .

This life is what I make it
So keep your stories
My mind'll worry not for them

I'll live day by day
So keep your warnings
My ears remain deaf to them

So keep your promises
My feet will tread on them
Understand if you can
Intended not for disrespect

My heart is weak and unsteady
As if overdosed on asprin and alcohol
I tune out and zone within

So keep your protective intentions
My body's concerned not for them
And understand if you can

Yet I'll greive not for misunderstandings
Because it all must be blank
And I must watch the horizon


EDIT: Thread has been edited for misspellings and typos. One or two pieces have been deleted. I must say going through this has been interesting. My writing tends to reflect phases of my life. The earlier work here is dark, remorseful, and angry. Some of the later stuff is empty and void-feeling. I feel it's time for a new phase.

Melanie

Damn I have missed you...and your writing. <3

Daenerys

That's the best writing there is sweetie.

Wildangel

awww welcome back. I had been wondering how you were doing.

Raskull

The revolver glaring at my face
All option to turn back
Were lost or stolen

Red painted on my palms
Bother not to hide it
Times passed with angst
Over careless faults and harms

I refuse to let it haunt me
With you crumpled on the floor
As I stand above you
And brush the dirt off

Cold steel in your back
As I walk out the door
I refuse to regret it
Even as grim as it may be

We won't lose our sleep
Or hide our stole smiles
Go ahead, get up
I'll knock you down

Gripping the revolver at my side
I won't look over my back
I won't look back
I'll not apoligise, I'm not sorry

Surviving means doing what needs
Forgive me not, I'm guilty
I refuse to get it for peace

Because I'm guilty
And I don't fucking care




"Everything is something. Something is anything. Anything is nothing. Nothing IS everything."

Raskull

The rain is cold but the night is warm
Walking numb and deaf down the road
Scarce traffic speeding to nowhere
I light my last smoke with arrival

I huddle behind the concrete walls
Smoke flowing over familiar grounds
Feeling as I did when you yelled
Franticly calling my name

I heard but could not care
Laying on the concrete floor
Greiving so much I can't
To this very grim day

Knowing she laid where I stand
No longer do I weep for her
Though doing my best to forget
I'm alway sucked back down here

Putting the cigarette out
Where misery took me out
I turn to go back the road
Knowing it'll end here again

Raskull

These two are a little twisted. I believe age is just a number so if you are mature you may read on. If not then that's your own fault.



V. III
The days bounty on a play toy
My life's work in a child's tea party
Through nature and lawlessness
A long day becomes a beautiful night

I lay my legs across the bed
And kiss my nightly goddess with greed
Grabbing her with a desperate firmness
Damned if she goes without me

The green laying before me
Lighter burning beside us
As I watch with impatient desire
To fill her up and kiss her empty

My wet goddess kissing with force
Ecstacy echos through me with her lips
Sweet enough kisses to induce sleep
Spending these nights are the reason I wake

For the tension and toils of the day
Are peacefully lulled away
When my smokey goddess gives me
Her own sweet candy kisses

Every night when the air clears
And I lay satisfied at her side
With thoughts buzzing under my lips
Of tasting her kisses tomorrow

Originally, this poem ^^ had nothing to do with sex. And to some point it still doesn't. But I believe the comparison is obvious so I had to warn. *sighs* The next one is considerably darker.



The barrel settles gently on the roof
Hard steel my only comfort again
Thoughts racing as memories flash
Pondering for meaning of it all

Countless battles lost and won
With dismal cries and joyful cheers
It will all be the same
When the lights get turned out

Heavy steel my only true friend
Begging tired hands for one last job
Parts of me fighting this moment
While the remainder is buried

But it's all the same
'Cause I'll turn the lights out

Vial curses and kind words
Their meaning ultimatly vain
Fingers sliding into the slot
Ready for darnkess to smother the light

Laughs, passion, fighting and violence
Emotion once held that will soon be dust
I know it will all be the very same
As I turn the lights out.

Raskull

Returning again
Helpless, defeated again
I return to what I had
Though it's no longer there

We light and burn
But the passion isn't for me
And the love isn't for you
Can't help but come for more

Thinking I need this for health
Only wanted from addiction
Wanting this for your pretend health
Only needed for a false release

Lying to you at my side
Knowing the satisfaction is past
Lying with me at your side
When you know you've passed

Things long gone bring comfort
To believe they still exist
Because we fear the present
That it just won't change

We light and burn
But the love isn't ture
And the passion isn't real
Helplessly we come for more

Thinking I need this for health
Only wanted from addiction
Wanting this for your pretend health
Only needed for a false release

The cycle will break
Though we cry for one
I know I'd be the only one
To tell us No.

gilwellian

I really love all this good shit.

Raskull

Haha thanks Gill. I'm so very happy you love my shit and think it's good. I'm sure there are many others that would very much dislike my shit so it is much appreciated .

And here's some more. I'm honestly so full of shit it's not even funny. Hah.

V.II
Things just don't stay the same
People helplessly change
They grow older, tireder

Days slip steadily away
The past becomes more distant
Memories pull farther from conscience

For things won't stay the same
Times ruthlessly change
They keep shifting, altering

Familiar things you knew
Lives you were used to
Replaced again, and again
With uncertainty and the unkown



V.II
I tip the bucket of water
To spill atop smouldering remains
Of what was once a blaze

The liquid, so precious
Devestates the afflicted fire
As it smothers the glory
It cries in smoke and agony

Silence fallows...
No ember cracks
With wood too drowned
For any sign of life

What was once great and beautiful
Reduced to muddy ashes
The energy and power held
Evaporated and vanished to air

Its life, short lived
With potential never filled
Because it was suffacated
And no one paid any mind

Something that could have been
With greatness in reach but never met
Gone, not with a bang
But a lowly whimper

(FYI V means version. May feel like sharing org.'s later. Perhaps.)