This Time This Is It- by: unknown forgotten

It seems more and more I stop
And need a moment to collect my thoughts

With the view of the broken glass
And the ciiy that had just crumbled
The rats came crawling
Dying on their own
The defeated defeated
By a disease even they could not withstand

Quaking, the ground rolled like the pacific
One a beautiful summers day
The few of us stood there silently
There was nothing to say

But she said nonetheless:
"The day before today,
My mother was dying.
She had cancer in her brain.
The doctor said she had two months to live.
But she is already gone today."

And at that moment
The sun dropped beneath the rubble
The cloud of ash that coarsed the sky had not yet settled
And another spoke:
"I was wasting my life.
I've lost absolutely nothing.
And it makes it feel even worse."


From a town we rarely visited
From the east, behind our backs
Rose flames miles high
That made love with the sky
It's twisting orange bursts
Caressed the blackening clouds


No one spoke again
Until the sun forced through the black sky
And the world was no longer green and brown
No longer full of beautiful man made synthetic colors
But a harsh dead gray
That our tears beaded upon after they had fallen

I've got stories to tell
I just don't know how to tell them anymore

This has never been successful
Like the boy with no stone to throw
When the wolf comes round 'bout midnight
And gets his arm bitten off at the elbow
Post it notes are piled
Each page a word or phrase
Hundreds and hundreds form a book
Each page never read
Each one containing the final piece
That makes all my stories whole

I'll Never Forget- by: unknown forgotten

It seems more and more
I need to stop
And recollect my thoughts
Think about what just happened
Think about what I've already lost
Weigh all the options
Dig deep into my soul
Find out what I really believe
Realize the times I've been a fool
Rediscover lost loves
Rediscover loves lost

Wander away for a moment
With the option of never coming back.

He Was- by: unknown forgotten

Several inches beneath the mud
laid a vile of poison strong enough to kill god
It was grasped in the cold bony dead hand
Of an alchemist who discovered the meaning of life
His son was a bookkeeper at a library downtown
He read all the greatest stories there ever was
But he did not believe what his father was doing was right
So he struck him down cold blooded in the middle of the night
With a golf club he cracked open his old man's skull
Drawing more blood than he knew how to clean up
You think that with all the murder mysteries he had viewed
He would have known how to commit a murder proper and true
He took his fathers notes and hid them in a trunk
Where he buried it in an unknown spot
Some say near where his beloved passed mother does lay
But for his father he dug a hole 10 feet deep by 4 across
And dropped the old dead man standing straight up
The vile of poison still clenched in his fist
His stiff arm extended straight into the air
He lay for 30 dark years untouched
His son the bookkeeper never spoke a word more and never told a soul
He died a gruesome death in a train wreck when he was 64 years old
No tree ever grew where the deceased alchemist rested
Though the dirt turned a disturbing black and omitted a deathly grotesque stench
And this is where I found the carcass of a perfect white messenger dove
Each feather still intact and white as heaven
In it's talons gripped a tiny glass vile
And beneath it's body protruded the empty dead hand of the alchemists that was.

Blind- by: unknown forgotten

Did you ever consider for a moment
That when he carves your eyes out with his fingernails
That nothing from that point on will ever bring back your sight?
You will be blinded for the rest of your life
Scarred and separated from the rest of the world in a shroud of eternal darkness
His fingers will dig deeply into your flesh and sockets
Tearing and ripping into your throbbing skull
The pain will be unbearable and you will scream wildly
I'm only warning you
But I know you'll let him blind you nonetheless