Each day, I start Feeling,
My heart slowly Healing,
I still have a Feeling,
Of sadness, but am Dealing.
Each time I talk about It,
How I thought we Fit,
I start to heal more a Bit,
Slowly realizing we did not Fit,
Fit as well as I Thought,
Would have Fought,
For her without a Thought,
But she was Naught.
See me Falling,
See me Calling,
Your name in my Dreams,
Showing me Beams.
That were never truly There,
Just not Fair.
I gave you my All,
Was always there when you Called.
But then you let me Fall,
Curl up into a Ball,
Cause you left Me,
Showing me how it would Be.
You set me Free,
Showed we weren't meant to Be,
Even though I am Free,
I know the true Me
Conjuring Armageddon by ArtisticButchery666, literature
Literature
Conjuring Armageddon
Spill the virgin's blood on the pentagram
Summon The demons of darkness
Conjuring the souls of the damned
Bring forth the spirits of hate and malice
Exorcise the rites of hell
Call upon the dark ones
With an evil spell
The righteous ones
They die tonight
Condemning their souls
With Satan's might
The priests all will be slaughtered
And their churches will burn to the ground
In the dark lord's name they'll be tortured
Unleash the power of the goddamned pentagram
The world shall fall to ruin
The beauty of light
Now faces suffocation
Your lord shall bow before Satan
An untold, sinister judgement day
No one escapes this complet
The Hand That Feeds by paper-doesnt-judge, literature
Literature
The Hand That Feeds
The hand that feeds
Lives a life of shrewd unfairness
Granting a dead mans deeds
The collected soul raises awareness
Life isn't meant to be fair
Caressing hands should be slapped away
So why'd you say you care?
And why should I let you stay?
The hand that feeds
Is bitten and torn
Ignoring the misuse and proceeds
But in return it's broken and worn
Kindness never ceases to amaze
It's ignorance by another name
But will often leave you in a daze
Making you think you're losing life's game
The hand that feeds has many needs
Those that are rarely expressed
The hands impatience will grow like weeds
Greed is a parasite but you're th
Past the broken fence
Designed to keep intruders out
Next to the uprooted tree
Moved as if it were paper in the wind
Amongst the smoke and destroyed crops
Lay her beast
On its side, lifeless
Wrapped up in barbed wire
Its heart moved through its body
And bones sticking out through white skin
Its spine was bent which meant one thing
It would never ever be driven again
But from that wreckage
Of twisted metal and cracked glass
They found true beauty
All petty arguments were gone
And they saw the beauty of life
And the power of friends and lovers
We went to Sherwood Forest earlier today. I took lots of Photographs but only two of them turned out half descent. And the light was so promising when we set off aswell.....
My Magpie skull arrived on Friday. My Mum asked me: "Why on Earth would you buy something like that?"
Me: "To cast pendants from."
Mum: "Why on Earth would you want to do something like that?"
My Mum thinks because I design Gothic Jewellery I am a Satan Worshiper.....
Now I just need to learn how to cast pendants & make molds. I am going to get this book:
The Art of Resin Jewelry: Techniques and Projects for Creating Stylish Designs
I have also spent the last forn
I have purchased a Magpie skull with the intentions of moulding pendants from it. Although I'm not exactly 100% sure of how to do that yet, So it will take some experimentation and practice I suspect.
To aid me in my quest I will be visiting Hobby Craft on Friday.
But in any case I will no doubt be photographing the Skull at the weekend.
I have also purchased some more craft paper for use in My jewellery photography. I think I will be re-taking everthing on plain black velvet (not the tarot one though) as it made a poor back ground the contrats between silver and black was to drastic I fear and made the detail not sharp enough.
Also I ha
Sorry if I have been a bit neglectful of this account recently.
I have been giving more time to making and designing new jewellery pieces so have had little time for writing poetry and Taking photographs (other then a few I took on holiday in Wales)
I am very happy because a local Tattoo parlour has agreed to sell my jewellery. This was all down to a friend of my Uncles who aranged it, Which was very, very kind of him.
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