Kilometer per. Hour by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
Kilometer per. Hour
Cold; 90
Thousand pounds of steel constricts me
Yet, slows me not.
Fast; 100
Numb from Shoulders to fists
Yet, slows me not.
If all anything, this Torture
Is a Bliss
The blood from my heart,
Is only rivaled by my adrenaline.
Faster; 110
Still not fast enough
Faster; 120
Still.....
; 130
Globes of lights
Become streaks
Entities around me
Become blurs
Still.... not fast enough
; 140
A smile consumes my face,
The alternating thumps
Muffles the currently playing
Faster; 150
The concretes transformation
Astounds me,
As grass is blooming from
The cracks.
; 160
The smile that consumed my face,
As quick as concrete to
With a brand new blade
Shining in the sun
Reflecting upon the idea
Of what it may become
To save a damsel?
Or decapitate her head
Shimmer sky blue?
Or drip crimson red
Oh brand new blade
How tainted you become
Battle has worn you
A shield for a gun
Withered down
To a mere knife
The only thing that reflects
Is the light of night
Poor brand new blade
What good are you now?
You make even a mirror
Project a frown
So brand new blade
Where shall you go?
Do you have any hope
Of rusting in the snow
what a thing you are, fools' heart
it be, the lure of the sins,
the tease that you are, oh, the tease.
messing with my emotions where only my
conscience may save me, and i am still breathing
am i not?
why show me a piece of heaven when im
doomed to hell? some cruel joke this must
be. oh, what a joke
it must be.
If i could, would i? by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
If i could, would i?
If i could take a moment to love you,
would i bother to make you mine?
would i pretend everything's fine
just to see you smile?
Would i give up my life,
to give to you?
so you may continue living
to fuck another dude?
If i could live another day,
would i spend it with you?
to be happy before i die
so your the last thing i'll remeber,
your beautiful face, makes heaven
on earth, your laugh, your smile,
yet your only human,
a human with flaws,
all your mistakes, i love,
everything i love, i hate,
why must things be this way?
why must they?
if you were perfect, i'd
throw you out,
for i love your flaws,
as they make you bea
a thousand knives in a heart,
blood stained by black.
the light of the other side,
shimmers with hope, glimmers
with warmth; as if all hope was
not lost.
pain rewinds thoughts back,
as death knocks on the door;
knock, knock, knock,
knock....
a quick remebrance of a pitiful
life, reasons to breath seemed
obsolete; as if all hope was lost.
as reality awakens agian from
its slumber;
knock, knock, knock
.......
tis be rude to keep company
waiting, as death walks on by.
questions be asked, for why i wish to
go?
replied simply, a cold shoulder
has no worth.
Broken Heaven - The Song by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
Broken Heaven - The Song
when i sleep what do i see?
something inside screams at me,
shouting, yelling, how can this be?
this thing living inside of me,
when i yell who comes to help,
to lend a hand in this living hell,
to carve a path from these bones,
to see everything that is shown,
to hear the voice of another soul,
to know everything in this world grows old,
to know nothing last for eternity
sometime i wonder whats real to me,
if what i see in the mirror is true,
then would you really be you?,
how can i know these facts?
if my life is just an act,
wont you take a step in this broken heaven?
a place where even times suspended,
a place where hear
every step i take on
this broken heaven god made,
this paradise in ruins,
this road to the kingdom,
every step i take for
all the sins in my life,
in search for forgivness,
in search for redemption,
to live a life of hell,
waiting to be killed,
to join god in paradise,
on the blade of a knife;
i walk between the lines,
of everythings alright,
see this paradise,
through these blinded eyes,
to live in this broken dream,
where light is dark, and
nothing's as it seems,
when i think everthing's alright,
god leaves me behind.
for all those times i've been down,
you lifted me,
you carried me,
for all those times i've been in tears,
you dried my eyes,
you gave me a smile,
for all those times i've been in doubt,
for all those times i've needed to shout,
you screamed with me,
you stayed with me,
all the things you have done for me,
nothing in this world can repay you,
nothing in this world can thank you,
except the sound of my own voice,
my trembling lips,
my trembling body,
my tear filled eyes,
all i can say,
all i can speak,
i thank you.
the cost of life,
exceeds my amount,
the worth of life,
turns down my will,
the abilty to change,
to change the world,
for better,
for worse,
it does not matter,
it is, still,
not ours,
but everyone,
everybody says,
the world is free,
but to who?
december,
the month where death stalks in a corner,
waiting,
for the time to take a mans life;
ending,
all his hopes and dreams,
no matter what it seems,
reality isnt a dream;
dead,
all thats left is the silence around,
the frozen ground,
the last ounce of breath;
cold,
the shivering bodys of haunting past,
and all thats left,
is knowing that you'll be last
as i stared to the other side, it stared back,
as i waved in front, it waved back,
as i looked upon its blood shot eyes,
as i felt the warmth of its breathe,
i said hello, no response.
i said bye, no response.
i said why? i screamed why...
no response.
as i stared into its eyes,
as i thought of many lies,
as i spoke of forsaken words
.....
no response.
why must you toy with me?
i yelled
why must you lie to me?
i asked
why must you hurt me?
i screamed
no response.
as i look upon the other side
while i ponder about my life
as i speak of my sins
finishing my confessions
i asked god himself about my work
a empty response
just another day... by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
just another day...
its just another day,
waiting for another minute to past.
its just another day,
waiting for another minute to past.
nothing has changed today,
its the same as yesterday.
well, cept yesterday was yesterday,
and today, its still the same.
why is it that my life is so boring?
nothing ever intresting happens,
i spend all day long just sitting,
nothing sticks in my head,
whats the big deal about learning,
i try and try and try...
nothing seems to be working,
is it because of my mind?
whenever i try to learn something,
the teacher just changes subject,
buddy, i didnt even understand that,
oh, the test is on thursday.
is it b
as i stare into the empty void of
a so called face, i tremble as
i see what lies before me.
nither man nor beast,
god nor devil
angel nor demon
a fragment of my imagination is
able to conjour up such a thing.
thing, even that does not describe it.
what needs to be done, must be done
for the future that has been presented
to me, i fear, i cowar, i.......
pain;
the pain?
screams..
voices?
fear;
all around me,
i try to run,
i fall,
i bleed,
i cry...
no reply,
no response,
i am scared...
fear;
i am terrified,
a coward?
mabye,
possibly...
pain;
its not stopping,
its still hurting,
why is it hurting?
why isnt...
the blood...
the bleeding...
why isnt it stopping?
blood;
so rich in colour,
so rich in meaning,
so....
bloody...
so....
bloody...
A view on both worlds pt.1 by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
A view on both worlds pt.1
as i dream, what do i see?
your smile,
those eyes, burning inside me.
as i dream, what do i see?
your face,
your lips, you are god's gift.
as im lying awake in this clouded mind,
searching,
walking on this crooked line.
A view on both worlds pt.2 by RetardedBooster, literature
Literature
A view on both worlds pt.2
as i dream, what do i see?
i fear,
its here, its here
the demon that haunts my sleep,
its deep, too deep,
the depth of my mind,
im scared, its here
i see it,
i feel it comming near
nearer and nearer
its not stopping
why isnt it stopping?
the air,
no air,
i cant breathe,
breathe
i cant
why cant i breathe?
as i dream, what do i see?
i fear,
its here, its here...
sitting, watching the sunrise
waiting for the hand to take me away
to free me from this cage,
this cage of freedom.
why might one want to?
to be free,
to be locked without chains,
to be watched when isolated,
to be free, to be lost?
to have no sense of direction,
to have no sight of a path,
having legs without a purpose.
a breathe with no air,
a chair with no seat,
a freedom in a cage,
a path blocked by walls,
waiting, for the hand to set me free,
to set me free from this place,
this place of paradise,
this place of dreams,
this place with no sunrise.
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hun
Doesn't he look cute?
My little baby boy
Would you like to hold him?
Only a year old
Tiny face and tiny limbs
Tiny hand and tiny heart
Isn't he so helpless?
I'd like to take his mind apart
See if he's like his mother or his father
Maybe one day I will try
It shouldn't be too hard
And when I'm questioned I will lie
He giggles and he laughs a lot
I wonder what he can see?
He's so happy and cheerful
He's not like you or me
I don't like things when they're different
They're out of place and bad
Seeing him smile at your death
It makes me cry, it makes me sad
I prefer things when they're simple
Punishment for a bad baby boy
He
december,
the month where death stalks in a corner,
waiting,
for the time to take a mans life;
ending,
all his hopes and dreams,
no matter what it seems,
reality isnt a dream;
dead,
all thats left is the silence around,
the frozen ground,
the last ounce of breath;
cold,
the shivering bodys of haunting past,
and all thats left,
is knowing that you'll be last
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Yeah, I didn't put allow comments on "Reach Out" because it was written for someone, and I didn't want it critiqued in anyway hehe. But I should've made normal comments allowed. Meh.
I'm moved that you were touched by it. Thank you. ^ ^
Yay for accidental findings!
Glad you enjoyed my stuff, and hope you have the time to read the prose sometime. I think it is much better than my poetry.