It Hurts.

Hurt by ~madteaparty on deviantART

Go ahead, make my day....

Tu indiferencia me socava el espíritu

WWI Poetry

I just love all the imagery in them. Enjoy.

The Dragon and the Undying

ALL night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
And, stung to rage by his own darting fires,
Reaches with grappling coils from town to town;
He lusts to break the loveliness of spires,
And hurls their martyred music toppling down.
Yet, though the slain are homeless as the breeze,

Vocal are they, like storm-bewilder'd seas.
Their faces are the fair, unshrouded night,
And planets are their eyes, their ageless dreams.
Tenderly stooping earthward from their height,
They wander in the dusk with chanting streams,
And they are dawn-lit trees, with arms up-flung,
To hail the burning heavens they left unsung.

~ Siegfried Sassoon


The Happy Warrior

His wild heart beats with painful sobs,
His strin'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle,
His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue,
His wide eyes search unconsciously.

He cannot shriek.

Bloody saliva
Dribbles down his shapeless jacket.

I saw him stab
And stab again
A well-killed Boche.

This is the happy warrior,
This is he...


~ Herbert Read



The Immortals

I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.

Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.

I killed and killed with slaughter mad;
I killed till all my strength was gone.
And still they rose to torture me,
For Devils only die in fun.

I used to think the Devil hid
In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse.
I called him Satan, Balzebub.
But now I call him, dirty louse.

~ Isaac Rosenberg


BLOOD. by ~ghostmilk on deviantART

everyone I know goes away in the end...

and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt

Hello there

CUT by ~adnrey on deviantART

Figures of speech (don't worry)

Y'know?

It's not easy doing this. There's shadows lurking in my heart and my mind in every step of the way. The distance only exacerbates my distress. All my fears, all my insecurities and all my doubts become wraiths that feed off from this anguish.

You've always known I'm a sensitive person, straight from the start. I remember telling you even before we were 'us'.

I know you won't read this. You stopped caring about this place a long time ago, and maybe it's because of me. But here you'll find a lot of things I'm still planning on how to tell you.

My life isn't easy. I wake up early every morning. Earlier than I'll admit to you, so that you don't worry, so that you won't feel bad about staying up late with me. I spend my minutes following your meamories and making up dreams of which you are the star. But I'm scared. I need you. I need your love, I need your warmth. I need to know that you'll be there waiting, no matter what. But that's not the message I get. With a change in your tone of voice you can put me down in the same way as a wolf pins down its prey. You're the only person who makes my heart skip a beat, but in your wrath, you're the only person who'll make my heart stop.

If you're the one, then you're the one I bust my ass off for.

I really, really do need you. You're a part of me now. And now that's the problem. When you're angry, you're just not there. I don't ever want to lose you. And maybe I'm just stubborn and naïve. Maybe I'm just young, and full of hopes and dreams. But I'd fly you beyond the moon if I could. Take you by the hand and float past the stars. I love you more than I could ever have imagined. I am utterly vulnerable. And I'll give in to your every whim, even if I end up double-crossing myself and those things I've believed in for so long.

Maybe I'm blinded by love.

I know some who will agree.

And as my life twists towards the unknown, I clench your heart close to mine. Not willing to let go. Never let go. 'Till it kills me.