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A Poem by
joshua deathdealer
04/2012
Shattered. Anger pushes the jerks in my demeanor. Accompanied by throes of terror and sadness. I've reached through this darkness time and time again to pull what remains of our innocence into a safe haven. To bring your battered physique out of your wounded world. Where the trees bleed and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks in our hearts. A plane that evil has held together to blind us of the beauty. I have driven myself mad from the realization that I truly cannot save you. Me. Or anyone else for that matter. My love alone isn't enough. It would take the love of the entire world to heal our lost generations. The love of every soul walking the face of our dying planet to mend what is happening to us.
© 2012 joshua deathdealer
Featured Review
A powerful and nice write. I like these parts:
"to pull what remains of our innocence
into a safe haven. "
"Where the trees bleed
and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks
in our hearts."
"It would take the love of the entire world to
heal our lost generations.
The love of every soul walking the face
of our dying planet to mend what is
happening to us."
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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A powerful and nice write. I like these parts:
"to pull what remains of our innocence
into a safe haven. "
"Where the trees bleed
and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks
in our hearts."
"It would take the love of the entire world to
heal our lost generations.
The love of every soul walking the face
of our dying planet to mend what is
happening to us."
Posted 11 Years Ago
A powerful and nice write. I like these parts:
"to pull what remains of our innocence
into a safe haven. "
"Where the trees bleed
and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks
in our hearts."
"It would take the love of the entire world to
heal our lost generations.
The love of every soul walking the face
of our dying planet to mend what is
happening to us."
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
This poem was very intense with self realization and the hardship of trying to save someone else. J'adore. -Ian
Posted 11 Years Ago
This poem was very intense with self realization and the hardship of trying to save someone else. J'adore. -Ian
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
That last line is sensational! So well written; so much packed into so few words. To me, that is the essence of good writing. The poem as a whole despairs and thrashes with feeling and emotive power. Great work!
Posted 12 Years Ago
That last line is sensational! So well written; so much packed into so few words. To me, that is the essence of good writing. The poem as a whole despairs and thrashes with feeling and emotive power. Great work!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
To bring your battered physique out
of your wounded world.
Where the trees bleed
and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks
in our hearts.
A plane that evil has held together
to blind us of the beauty.
Had to point out how much I adored that. Remarkable poem.
Posted 12 Years Ago
To bring your battered physique out
of your wounded world.
Where the trees bleed
and the faceless fiends tear at the cracks
in our hearts.
A plane that evil has held together
to blind us of the beauty.
Had to point out how much I adored that. Remarkable poem.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
wow, dark, deep, strong words I like it keep it up
Posted 12 Years Ago
wow, dark, deep, strong words I like it keep it up
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
It would take huge momentum from a mass realisation! However, its happening :) Love is an underestimated word at times, love this hon xoxo
Posted 12 Years Ago
It would take huge momentum from a mass realisation! However, its happening :) Love is an underestimated word at times, love this hon xoxo
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
wow! this hits a little close to home. i remember (all to well) feeling very much like this. my days were dark, my heart was heavy, my head was clouded and all my wounds (mostly self inflicted) were bleeding profusely. every day was much of the same and i was just going through the motions.
i hate to hear that kind of agony is being experienced by someone else......even though i know my pain probably pales in comparison to so many others.
all i can say is that there is always hope and sometimes there are happy endings. it took me many years of synthetic therapy before i got it right.
thank you for sharing.....this is an amazing piece.
Posted 12 Years Ago
wow! this hits a little close to home. i remember (all to well) feeling very much like this. my days were dark, my heart was heavy, my head was clouded and all my wounds (mostly self inflicted) were bleeding profusely. every day was much of the same and i was just going through the motions.
i hate to hear that kind of agony is being experienced by someone else......even though i know my pain probably pales in comparison to so many others.
all i can say is that there is always hope and sometimes there are happy endings. it took me many years of synthetic therapy before i got it right.
thank you for sharing.....this is an amazing piece.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Dark and perfect in every sense as usal my friend.
Honestly im a fan you have this style that no matter the subject it hits like a dam sledge hammer perfect cheers gonzo
Posted 12 Years Ago
Dark and perfect in every sense as usal my friend.
Honestly im a fan you have this style that no matter the subject it hits like a dam sledge hammer perfect cheers gonzo
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
You know the first two lines were the kill shot for me. The rest was allowing my carcass to bleed out. This is a heavy piece. A brilliant write. Palpable.
Posted 12 Years Ago
You know the first two lines were the kill shot for me. The rest was allowing my carcass to bleed out. This is a heavy piece. A brilliant write. Palpable.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
This is so f*****g gorgeous. Great write!
Posted 12 Years Ago
This is so fucking gorgeous. Great write!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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joshua deathdealer Casket City, FL
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