Imoutgoodbye Posted June 7, 2009 Report Share Posted June 7, 2009 That Which Is by David N. Zimmerman II (Reverend Valek to you) Pain is my constant friend, the one I never asked for. He brings with him Fear, who breaks my logic and my sanity. Pain is physical. Pain is concentrated. Pain is also Fear. Fear is created by Pain. Fear penetrates my imagination; without my permission. Fear fills me and makes me cry. I feel filthy, disgusting, worthless. Pain can't break me; Pain has been my constant unwanted companion. Fear whispers into my mind of nothingness. Who will miss me if I'm gone? Fear shows me what can be, in negativity. Pain shows me what is, in greys. Fear tells me I'll slip from the mortal coil. Pain shows me I'm alive. I can't see beyond. No one can, including Pain and Fear. There is one certainty: One day, I'll be free of Pain and Fear. ******************************************************** Darker Thoughts by David N. Zimmerman II The heart can play the worst kind of trick. An evil magician with a wrist flick. And if you wear your heart on your sleeve, this is one trick you'll truly believe. Falling in love is easily done. Extracting yourself is never fun. Crimson tears led the river. Freely from one who is a giver. In deeper than the darkest chasm. The mightiest muscle can still spasm. Grief clouded by lightning remorse and thundering pure. Healing from scares with no cure. Stumbling in the dark, trying to find the way. If I trip over the precipice, I will pay. Where is the love of my life, my guiding light? I don't want to be the rebound, the lusty flight. Can I keep you? ********************************************************* Walk by David N. Zimmerman II As I walk down the winding road of life. I think of who I met and left with a smile. I have to frown when I know I left strife. Intentional or not, I must go on another mile. I walk towards what I hope is destiny, my true purpose. Along the way I'll stop to rest and smell the flowers. I stare at those around me, and others wonder why love causes such a fuss. Smirking, thinking I know, that love is the mightiest of powers. Nearby is a babbling stream, full of potential gossip. The stream must be a trap, at least, possibly. Stay away must you, refuse to partake in a dip. Don't listen, it'll break your heart, talking of a we that can never be. The sky can rain multi-colored droplet gems. They soak the barren earth and everything begins to grow. One drop lands on a red rose's stem. I'm reminded of you, then the rose becomes the carrion crow. Truly the flowers are an evil drug. Lodged in my back from that fateful week is the ceremonial dagger. It slipped in under the cruel guise of an innocent hug. Heart was true. Intent not cruel. But the smallest doubt made her mind stagger. Picking up my gnarled walking stick, I go onward. The road winds up and over a large hill. Behind me I put the image of that carrion bird. There's plenty more road to travel and I haven't had my fill. *************************************************** Victim by David N. Zimmerman II She lay in bed with the curtains drawn. Kept them shut since the first light of dawn. Can't keep the tears from coursing to the pillow. Her life splintered like a storm wind takes a sapling willow. He'd mixed her drink strong, just a bit. She hadn't minded at all when he fondled her tit. It made her horny, her hormones run. He whispered in her ear how much it would be fun. His kisses to her neck were light and brief. When his lips met hers, he snuck in urgency, proverbial thief. He pulled her into his lap to let his hands wander. Hoping that with a little massage she'd grow fonder. Couldn't give it up so easy, playing hard to get. His hand found its way into her pants, a new cat to pet. The antics so juvenile she had to giggle. Soon he had her moaning and groaning, starting to wiggle. A few more drinks, a little more kissing, and in the noisy din, no one saw him drop into her drink a pill the size of a small pin. Her friends never saw her leave, didn't know where she was. Neither did she, her head filled with a liquor and drug buzz. He took her home and half-carried her to his bed. Amidst her laughter and weak protests, of her clothes she was shed. She struggled until his hand struck her and he called her a tease. He had his way, showing her pleasure and pain, his ears deaf to her pleas. Now she's in bed with the curtains drawn. Wishing to never again see the dawn. He was well known and no one would believe her more. It was like he said, everyone already thought she was a whore. *************************************** Metamorphosis by David N. Zimmerman II Unholiest of Holy, animalistic ritual act. She extended her hand with all that nail polish black. Wearing a Shroud of Darkness, with the Shadow forged a pact. Laid down her cards to the Priest; Ace of Spades, same suit Jack. Sick of all the yuppies and those who would conform. Heard the Call of the Dark and her mind was Reborn. Mistress of Unseen Lightning and Thunder, Wielder of Invisible Storm. The Loss of Innocence she'd never mourn. Pushed aside ignorance and naivety, held a twisted Honor Code. Letting others think her weak, then switching to kill mode. Another step to the top on another's shattered dream. Spanish Inquisition of another sort, dark eyes gleam. Craving Vampiric Kisses, Embraced by Darkness. His pale hands all over, soulful caress. She howled out for more, over and over. Her insatiable lust continually drove her. Forever a Creature of the Night. Never imagined wantonness, quick to flight. Savoring every last drop of human emotion. Collecting enough to sail her own Dark Ocean. Hail, Queen of the Night. ****************************************************************** *yawn* Well, that should put me to bed for the night/day/whatever it is.....I wish I could turn my brain off....I'm thinking about going to see a psychologist. I just don't want to go onto pills. My family has a history of mental illness....I've hid mine for a long time from most people. I always thought I was in control, but lately I just don't know. I'm afraid of going on the pills...I've seen what they do to people...I don't want to lose who I am or become "numb". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Imoutgoodbye Posted June 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted June 7, 2009 three words reverend. Saint John's Wort. Its a natural herb from the islands' date=' will not make you drowsy, will not change what makes you who you are. Most prescrips will screw you up, this will not. Its sold over the counter at most major pharms. Buy one bottle, see if it helps.[/quote'] Thanks. I'm willing to try just about anything! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Psycho Child Posted June 7, 2009 Report Share Posted June 7, 2009 Insomnia is what provides me with most of my FL time. Aside from that, not bad writing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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