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Hi. This is Moat. And this is where I would like to see people post some morbid poems, stories, etc. Although they don't have to, and I will be mainly the one posting here. First entry to my Morbid Literature Journal:

A very much more selfless, brighter, and, dare I say, more optimistic and therefore idiotic, view.

The Only Thing I Ask

I am on the test, the trial
For my life, the danger is dire
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Is to keep others from the same fate
Protect them from this amount of hate
Save the others
Please God the only thing I ask of You
Save my friends and my mother
From this horror
My photographs, my memories
Will have to help me through
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
I'm hurting and I'm hated
They hurt me with word and rod
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
The others around me have lost hope
But I pray to You
And I remember the good times
You have given me
With my family and friends
And I can pull through
Because hurt is nothing new
In this world
And all I need to do
Is pray again to You
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
I am weak outside
They have hurt my body and my mind
For no reason other than I'm different
I believe that the other prisoners went
Well, I am still alive
As long as I can, time after time
Think about those I love
Those left so far behind
But I can't help but wish
That I could be there again
Back where I love to be
There's nothing here for me
On this road of life
But I trust You, dear God
And I pray to You, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Save them this day
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
There's no one here
Noplace to go
My overwhelming fear
Oh, no no no
But it's not for me
It's for them
I will believe they're safe
Until the end
And there may be horror
There may be strife
But if I lose them
It'll be like a knife
And to you I pray
Dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect them on this darkest day
When I'm not around
When I'm much too far away
I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missin them again
The hatred of others burns like fire
Why do they hate me?
I'm just a man
But, dear God
The only thing I ask of You
Protect my family and friends
And my strength, it will hold
Through the dark and through the cold
Dear God
You can take me
Save them, protect them
The only thing I ask
Save the others from this fate
Protect them all, upon this day

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Moabarmorgamer
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Don't walk
Into that knife
We can talk
You can live your life
It's not so bad
I'll help you
You'll see
Don't be so sad
Or you'll end up like me!

Please don't jump
Over that ledge
We'll be outta this slump
There's so much more
Over the hedge
Just let me open the door
And you'll be glad you did!

Don't swallow
That awful pill
Don't wallow
In your misery
You will die
But hold your bravery
Don't be killed
And don't you dare cry!

Stand up
Off the chopping block
You're in tough luck
But don't lock
That door
Cuz once that's done
You can't go back anymore
I don't want this to be the end
So put down the gun
And come to me, my friend

Moabarmorgamer
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They tell us it's "democracy"
But it's just another fallacy
Another lie they feed us
But they can never defeat us
They try to push us down
But they can't beat us
In our own town!

Are we gonna bow?
Are we gonna fall?
Take a stand now!
Stand up tall!
And we'll kick em out!
Of our (f)-ing homes!
So come on, shout!
I'll tell you in a poem
So come on, follow me!
And we can all
Be!
Free!

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My submission to the Poetry Contest. I'm rather proud of this one.

Numb Immortality

What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot

I want to hide
But I can't look inside
For I can't feel
So what is truly real?
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
I want to feel
But I am numb
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave

I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming about the things I miss

I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift

Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell

A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish somehow I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal

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Numb Immortality
What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel
So, what is real?
I want to feel
But I am numb
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
My life is coming apart
At the seams
My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul
But I cannot feel the breaking cold
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality
I am blind
So how can I see?
Away from the bustle of regular life
But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within
It's eating me up inside
I cannot hear the din
I cannot heal my mind
Tearing me limb from limb
I can't feel the pain
I stand on the rim
But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning
My endless yearning
That I could feel the pain
But it's just so surreal
And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish, somehow
That I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal
But here is here, and now is now
My life is worthless anymore
But it can never end
I wish I could open the door
Your strength, could you lend?
I cannot bear the weight of this
Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one?
Who has lost and who has won?
Please, give me a sign
To open my mind
And let me go across the line
I've waited for so long
I've tried to be so strong
But I really wish that I was dead
Or is it all just in my head
The freedom to die
The freedom to live
But which is the curse
And which is the gift

HEY HEY HEY!
My final copy of my Poetry contest poem.
Pleeease rate and review. It's been so long since anyone else commented on this thread...

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Well that's because by the time anyone reads anything you come out with ten more posts.

Are we gonna bow?
Are we gonna fall?
Take a stand now!
Stand up tall!

For some reason the first thing that popped into my head was "Never gonna give you up". Don't know why.

The freedom to die
The freedom to live
But which is the curse
And which is the gift?


I actually really like this bit.

A lot of what you write is like a giant collection of stories, and not all pan out quite right. I think it would definitely improve your writing style if you were to focus more on the great parts and not the entire picture. Sometimes you have to rewrite and rework things over so many times, it won't be anything like it was at the beginning. But, trust me it will be better.
If you write a very long story with some great parts in it, it will not be remembered. But if you cut it down to it's very essence and focus, it will rebuild itself in a way superior to it's previous form, and it will forever be remembered in the minds of the future.

So, basically, it's not that I don't think you're good, I like your stories, I mean, but I have a sneaking suspicion that you could do a lot better.

Keep up the good work!
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Numb Immortality

What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot

For I can't feel
So, what is real?
I want to feel
But I am numb
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
My life is coming apart
At the seams
My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul
But I cannot feel the breaking cold
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave

I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming of the things I miss

Numb is immortality
I am blind
So how can I see?
Away from the bustle of regular life
But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within
It's eating me up inside
I cannot hear the din
I cannot heal my mind
Tearing me limb from limb
I can't feel the pain
I stand on the rim
But still, nothing remains

I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift

A fiery burning
My endless yearning
That I could feel the pain
But it's just so surreal
And so it shall remain

Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell

A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish, somehow
That I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal
But here is here, and now is now

My life is worthless anymore
But it can never end
I wish I could open the door
Your strength, could you lend?
I cannot bear the weight of this
Watching the others' elating bliss

Which is the final one?
Who has lost and who has won?
Please, give me a sign
To open my mind
And let me go across the line
I've waited for so long
I've tried to be so strong
But I really wish that I was dead
Or is it all just in my head

The freedom to die
The freedom to live
But which is the curse
And which is the gift

Apparently it lost something in c/p and my beautiful stanzas were slid into a giant WALL O TEXT.
I'm glad you like it Thyll?
Actually, this is one of the few poems I'm actually really proud of. I took a lot of time on this one. This one and A Bitter Winter's End.

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Stop running, coward
Turn around, look me in the eye
Why do you need so much power?
The time of reckoning draws nigh
As the waking dawn arises
What the killer realizes

The blood you've taken
For all once forsaken
It'll catch up to you
I will reveal the truth
It'll drown you under
The lives you've torn asunder

Do you honestly care?
That egotistical, arrogant air
The people you've killed
So stop taking that pill
The thirst for power, for blood
Stomping innocents into the mud

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Legacy of a Vampyre
And yes, that is how vampyre is actually spelled.

Paranoid, in my mind,
Search and hide, what you'll find?
The sanity of deathly cold,
Kills my mind, dead and sold.

Arterial blood, flows through you,
Lack of oxy'n, you turn blue.
In pinch, you say goodnight,
In your mind, you try to fight.

The blood of san'ty runs through them,
Like a sane, glowing gem.
In your mind, you feel down,
'Cause you see them where the crown.

Once they live, they never die,
'Til I strap them in, soon to fry.
Zapping of the clock that counts,
Kills though sane, glowing counts.

They live to die, die to live,
Insanity grips them blind, none forgive.
For they commit insanity,
A crime lacking in humanity.

Down their spiral flies,
'Til one of them dies.
Then regret grips only some,
They realize they were only numb.

With the crime they commit,
They climb to death, at the summit.
Their minds sensitized, their bodies gone,
They all die, at the hands of a bomb.

With their death, life is gone,
Buried under a perfect lawn.
The vampyres were the true ties,
That returned us to realize, all were lies.

Moabarmorgamer
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Our fears have all returned
So what have we all learned?
We live past the pain and scorn
Following the footsteps of the unsworn

In blood,we are immersed
Our fortunes all reversed
But we can't forget
We can't forgive
We aren't dead yet
But why should we live?

Cut free our minds
But we're afraid
Of what we will find
As the others slowly decayed

On what drug have we relied
We see but those who have cried
But we won't run, we won't retreat
The darkness reaching for us
Like we're a fresh bit of meat

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This is the final edition of Numb Immortality. It won Iron at the poetry contest!

What have I done?
What have I become?
I want to try and run
But to this illness, I succumb
And in the end it matters not
I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel
So, what is real?
I want to feel
But I am numb
I want to scream
But my lips are dumb
My life is coming apart
At the seams
My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul
But I cannot feel the breaking cold
Breaking down, the final seal
A pact on my grave
As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure
Pain, joy, time, I would still endure
And I wish I hadn't come to this
Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality
I am blind
So how can I see?
Away from the bustle of regular life
But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within
It's eating me up inside
I cannot hear the din
I cannot heal my mind
Tearing me limb from limb
I can't feel the pain
I stand on the rim
But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time
But what I'm doing is not a crime
I wish it was, I wish it was
But nothing anyone says or does
Can free me from the curse
Or is it a gift?
As my wounded self, I nurse
I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning
My endless yearning
That I could feel the pain
But it's just so surreal
And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil?
Or am I willed and strong?
I've been here since medieval
But somehow it didn't feel long
I wish I could feel something
But it's so hard to tell
It's been so long since nothing
But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality
A curse, mayhap, could it be?
For so long, feel is what I've sought
But for so long, I have found but naught
Laughing, loving, screaming, crying
Watching others slowly dying
And I wish, somehow
That I could feel
That I'd never made that accursed deal
But here is here, and now is now
My life is worthless anymore
But it can never end
I wish I could open the door
Your strength, could you lend?
I cannot bear the weight of this
Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one?
Who has lost and who has won?
Please, give me a sign
To open my mind
And let me go across the line
I've waited for so long
I've tried to be so strong
But I really wish that I was dead
Or is it all just in my head
The freedom to die
The freedom to live
But which is the curse
And which is the gift

Don't bother with the stanzas. I'm leaving it a WALL O TEXT because I'm lazy. xP

Moabarmorgamer
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Open your mouth
And you're a liar
Give in, bow
And you're a crier
Ask a question
And you're a rebel
Give confession
And you're execrable
Break a rule
And you're an outcast
Mess up one job, one tool
And you're half-a**ed

Don't lecture me
They overreact
Can't you see?
Tolerance you lack
Drag me down
Grovellers get power
We're run out of town
Victory tastes sour

We're all just lost
Nothing comes without a cost
They can't understand
Everything's banned in the end
They give us the brand
And then they drop us again

Nothing can last
I'll choose my own path
It all happens so fast
Lady Luck's wrath
And there's no going back

Where is everything
That you promised us
Memories lingering
Then we're pounded into the dust

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We storm on the tanks
Fear in our ranks
Many of us will fall
But our duty calls

Like glass, our lives
Always breaking, dying
But just numbers in archives
Lies when they promised fame
Our relatives, crying
The only ones who remember our names

The hand of death
It beckons to us
We want to have breath
But we do what we must
But why do we trust

Crumble under the rule
This is war
Not revolution, fool
That which we swore

Sorry I let it die. Sorry I revived it. But I was busy, and then I couldn't bear to see this thread die. =(

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