Broken-Man

A Dying heart

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Lost Again by Broken-Man, literature

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Lost Again

Embrace what is left of a broken hearts dream A quiet remembrance deep within the obscene A close call, a wave of passion is unleashed Only to be shunned again, forgotten in this disease I say to you that this shadow of ones true self has never been A wall of lies that has slowly filtered through But only to be lost again What is left, once will never be forgiven A quite scream is heard Through the silence on the true face of life, as it slowly tells its all Remember those times when life began in its infancy A foretold conclusion of ones self epiphany See your self lost to the passage of time Remember, Life has slowly drifted a

Tied by Broken-Man, literature

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Tied

Senceless in its violence Blinded with the rage Blacked-out of what is reality Uncontrolled hatred flows Of a silent scream for mercy Falls upon deaf ears The torture continues for the masses Break thier will, total control begins Look upon those innocent eyes They mean nothing The swift hand is coming for you My friend, your life is but a joke Never did you know the sins you have comitted Life for the one can never be the same So now do what your told Begin that twine, tie it well Find that rafter in which you desire Begin the knot, make it tight Attach your final string of hope to the ceiling Stand upon that chair Loopin

Beginning of the Endless Day by Broken-Man, literature

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Beginning of the Endless Day

Death be locked Within a cold hearted pain of rememberence Left onto the endless stray Promises and life broken Let out into an unforgiving day Night begins to fall Locked down Enraging my mind Memories come forth to haunt me Leaving an emptiness that burns inside Lost into an unchanny block of rememberence Missing on what was importent Taking into account of the pain Now nothing but unrelenting anger fills my empty viens Boiling deep down Lost into an endless cycle of hatred Ruining my mind Ripping at my soul

The Final Chapter by Broken-Man, literature

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The Final Chapter

Into the end of the unforgiving soul Passion that once burned with the hell fires of silent dreams Now lost within the shameful pain A life endured to be forgotten Fade in the grey of nothing in which none reside Hopeless does the future become Bring onto the end of wasted breath Exhale into the cold mist of dream Becoming motionless, lifeless and torn Exist were none shall see Fade off into the distance With a final sunset A final thought A final breath A final hurt Now becoming the broken soul in which no man survives Slowly feel the tears falling as rain upon the crest Written has the final chapter of life Beginning to un

In the hell we Live by Broken-Man, literature

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In the hell we Live

Death greets an ensemble Chorused out in the heart-beat of destruction A cursed earth shakes under its own lobotomy Shattering the souls that walk Falling through the cracks Into the burning tortures of the hell that lies beneath Wailing in pain, crying out for mercy None may come For the cries of the damned, go unheard Their fate sealed into the black hearted Deep down The forge of evil rises to the surface Consuming all the remains Scorching the land Burning the flesh of the weak Innocence means nothing All will die in the blazing inferno Pits of fire fuelled by the molten hatred Eats away at the foundation of man Existen

Memories of the faded life by Broken-Man, literature

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Memories of the faded life

Do you remember the times that have never passed? Those sleepless nights we shared Sitting for the dark hours Till the light came in from the east Those presious thoughts that we never dared I wonder... Has the memories of those days faded? Has your mind chosen to forget? All of the times that we were always by each other's side But these years have rolled on from the simplier existence Lost in the ages of passing time But we did share those This spark that was once felt Slowly it has disappeared The question of its return remains I ask with these words not out of a long dead love Nor the pain that now lives No they are asked

Rememberence by Broken-Man, literature

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Rememberence

To the heart which will never remember all the times that have pasted All those shared moments of bliss All those long nights we cast Forever in which seems too long Stuck in the silence of this broken heart's dream A fools path I must admit Though the longing remains to see and share Just one last embrace To the pain that consumates the final chapter of it's all Locked down in the unforgiving rememberence of the time that has drawn afar Remain with hope and dream I shall To the depths of earth Or to the sky above Only to lay there beside you and feel what has not been forgotten For now, Strive for that fading day The day I wi

The Quiet Ending by Broken-Man, literature

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The Quiet Ending

To the forgotten of this open sea Piece by piece strains to become what has once been Asleep within this twlight of my living hell Casting a solum shadow in which this heart runs cold Spoken from it's word of wisdom It slowly scrumbles into dust Against a path to where this hope leads Into the beyond, locked within the passage of time Remain in my quiet place... Can forgiveness ever be achived? This wandering heart has fallen open Impaled upon the dagger which you have drawn Only to except Only to bleed the pain The pain of this realization you are now gone...

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Pain of it All by Broken-Man, literature

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Pain of it All

To The love lost so long ago, in the battle for are souls. Crying out into the emptyness of tear in which we all hold so dear. Holding on to there shun, one that runs so deeply, just deep enough that no one can see. The Pain of it all kicks in, begins to push aside, all the torment, the pain which began on that day. A Day that will finally be done, for the battle has just begun.

Pain by Broken-Man, literature

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Pain

My pain should not be a personal gain, What I feel isn't some game. I wish you would care Kiss me passionately and say you would always be there. You know what I think when I think of you; How your turning my blue sky to grey. The way you turn my smile into a frown. I think of all the times when you said you loved me, you only hurt me more All those times were just lies; It makes my heart feel like a wound still bruised and sore. I know that I let myself out, but I never thought you would do this A total betrayal of what I feel. Now as I look at this, I don't understand; you've hurt me so I guess I'll say goodbye once again. How

Let you know by Broken-Man, literature

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Let you know

I just thought that I'd let you know That although I'm far I'm close to you within And all the time spent by your side Is taken deeply with me To look upon you face When everything and one Is hurting you for something or other There's nothing I'd rather do But to be there for you Thought I'd let you know Who you are, what you do Makes me burn to be Who you are And what you do Means so much, don't ever leave I just thought that I'd let you know Being near you is A gift I only wish I could treasure But for now I'll sit and wait For a day that I will stand next to you, once again… Thought I'd let you know When the whole w

Forsaken by Broken-Man, literature

Broken by Broken-Man, literature

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Broken

I have been a broken mirror for so long, That I have come to believe I am no one at all. Pieces, fallen and shattered. Too sharp and tattered…to even put back together. Fragments of me to small to matter. Take a breath and I try to care, Never get through this day of broken shards. I lie to me, convince myself I've been dead forever. Or maybe I was never. You only see pieces of my blood stained reflection, Looking at me through your beautiful eyes, Shattered pieces still falling, creating a deflection, You are unable to see through to see my confession. I'm dead to all feeling, Cut and bleeding. My mirror has one centrepiece le

The Prophecy of Evil by Broken-Man, literature

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The Prophecy of Evil

Look around the streets Seeing what no one sees It walks among us, day by day Slowly consuming all that lies in its path The essence floats like a haze from man to man Acts of destruction becomes all that we know. Everywhere within this world This disgusting thing flows Unknown is the process until it has pasted The unlucky few befall, embraced for their life Ace upon act committed An internal struggle wages Locked for all eternity Peace upon this is not known War and death beginning in the streets Innocence becomes slaughtered Livid hatred takes over All of this lives in the world Day after day, never to cess from the wil

The Pain of it all : Aftermath by Broken-Man, literature

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The Pain of it all : Aftermath

To the life so forgotten in the past Drawing blanks as to when it came to its end Longed and lost, forward I move Shifting endlessly through, awaken Taken from myself Emptiness, alone Control of one's self in delicate balance Will you follow me? Even with the trials of the past This soul still wanders on Endlessly forgotten A life that was overflowing with its ups and downs No longer exists Down and alone The pain of it all still quietly simmers within A true misplace of memories impossible Remembering you… Alone I sleep Awaken I weep Will you follow me? Down this path that I don't see Will you stand with me? Or will yo

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For you by Broken-Man, literature

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For you

A love of a life time That is lost within these walls As the doors to this close upon eachother Till there is no room to breathe Lost within these words I have cried myself to sleep On and on I wander Slowly I grow weak Open hearted with the rememberence Once was had Onto the day in which everything disappears My life has become all so sad Truely dying within one's self Slipping away endlessly With my chilled heart Never again can it beat for another I grow cold for you...

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Left by mistressmirandah, literature

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Left

Heavens, couldn't you have known the truth, The touch of my breath on your cheek The mark you left Honesty has broken its back trying to show through Yet the eyes of desire closed to its sway. Cold oceanic rain washes away what used to be Left behind are the leftovers, the leave-ins, and the left socialist-communist pieces Poison seeps in through a crack in your belief

One of Those by AceofSpades762, literature

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One of Those

One of Those Anger, sadness, one of those, emotions that you never chose. Your happiness they crush, enclose, you falter like a wilting rose. You sing a song of better days, but this façade your face betrays. A glistening tear and other ways, a tale of silent torture, it says. Of course, your strength I can admire, but apt to crumble is the story of a liar. These feelings burn within you like a fire, and if left to fester, shall bring ends most dire. These grasping sorrows I'd like to break, for undeserved is the pain they make. From you these demons I shall take, and from your soul the darkness shake. The pain you feel, it

To Shame a Shadow by MikeTheRipper, literature

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To Shame a Shadow

Every night, alone I cried for all my wrongs and all my lies Failing that little thing called life all my chances passed me by Where ever I fell thats where I died my ashes scattered like my mind Still in a hole, bound and tied shaking and cold, waiting for my time And all the time has gone to waste the good times rolled to a falling grace I shamed my shadow to the wall I cried and cried as I watched him fall There's no more shadows and no more light There's no reason for me to fight For what I love and what I need I break the mirror and watch it bleed The rope is strong and the razor light But who's to say that this is right

I want.. by Fooled, literature

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I want..

I want to write I want to fight I want to make it all right and tell her that I want her as a friend But she's locked within herself and she doesn't want me to reach her I want to live I want to give someone a reason to laugh But I'm just a problem to myself and everyone else And I wish I knew what to do but my words lost their meaning as soon as I chose to speak them I don't want to feel this pain I don't want it to be all in vain (I want it to rain) But everything is too much to ask for cause I've forfeit my chances and I wont get 'em back I don't want to cry I don't want to live in a lie I'd want to try how it would

the beautiful and the scarred by cyclicorb, literature

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the beautiful and the scarred

The beautiful and the scarred So you walked right past me, Slumped lifeless in my corner. I am ugly, a degenerate being, And my existence void. I sit melting into the twighlight, But still you wander on, For I am only a scar, a blemish to humanity. You noticed me today, Saw through my hard exterior. You cleansed me and said I was beautiful, The best that you did see. The sun and stars shine brighter now, You gave me the power of life. I ignore all grief and hopelessness For you, I know are right. ~ I wanted to write a song today, But I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was too painful. You told me once that I was beauti

Reliving by Hollowsins, literature

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Reliving

Again I lay in disturbed rest Taunted by dreams of saintly lovers Guiding each other to the blinding light Leaving me in shallow dusts Lost in worlds of hopeless serenity Scavenging for any scraps I uncover In simplistic joy I find my only purpose My will to continue my savage existence In my name the light will crawl In sinister plots I will awaken Starving for a shot at your beauty Counting the seconds I'm asleep In darkness I wander I'm lost again Traveling familiar alleys In winding street Seconds from my supposed home In a psychotic daze You lead me by the hand To another realm Where life no longer matters And time

untitled by krumpit-sparks, literature

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lift the blade let the feeling flow let them swell let them choke me till I'm felled but I can't feel it anymore because of your clasp and the way you control my mind and my thoughts and keep them all for your self I've lost myself lost myself in your pain lost myself with in the gory vision of the joy Just let me go this one last time let me see what is behind let me go let me see let me be for I was once but not now I will be but not now you have me but not then not when JUST LET ME GO You call me your joy but I've seen your joy it sits in a dresser crusted with waiting for you so it can feed just on

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Eternal Memories by Broken-Man, literature

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Eternal Memories

Lost to the uncaring Her silence speaks the words Long since you have become dead to me Your eyes are so cold For so long I have put forth Much wasted time Through all that was endured For some uncomprehendable reason My heart remains the same Why? I ask myself Why do I bother? Long time has pasted since you have Only I can remember I have never fallen out of love with you... But You Have Even if you promised you never could The years I have spent searching For some way I could dig a little hole One where I could remain Inside your presious heart Now I fade Now I cry Now I can never forget As much as my words are n

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Current Residence: Toronto Area, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Trash and Hard Rock
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Stewy (Family Guy)
Personal Quote: "Bloody Fucking Hell!"

Favourite Movies

The Crow

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hayden, Metallica, Staind or Flaw

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

if there's blood, i'm game...

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A guitar, pen and a piece of paper. and if it's a good day, some form of bio-weapon

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Music, Poetry, Art, Cooking

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Broken-Man

Nov 24, 2006

Well time past, thing learned...

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Forgot I even had this damn thing. Well lets see, umm ya... this is wierd. Guess it's time for me to finally post all those lovely little things I write up here. Ya. All I can say is can't wait till I move out west, I've been able to write so I'll post some shit up and to anyone who even views this page, you suck.

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Broken-Man

Jan 9, 2006

A little something to share

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I found this in someone's journal today, figured I'd share One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasse

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Broken-Man

Sep 5, 2005

The Spew of the (in)sane

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Though no one still reads the random spews of crap that I say or post, I shall anyways. They finally figured out whats up with me after all these years of doctors, tests, medications etc. Seems to be that I have something called type 3 bi-polar, looked it up, and bloody hell kinda makes sence. So anyways I have no choic but to take these little satablizer pills called Lithum, not too sure that I want to, but you can't always live your life in your own personal version of hell. Not that I'm complaining, I made myself a nic little den, pool table, bar down here, but it's time no move forward I guess. To all of those who may still read these