Cold



Trying to hide
upon this dark surface
Eluding the light
that burns my flesh.
Hearing the laughter
that rejoices my pain
I'm dripping with blood
for you have cut me once again.
I climb the skeletal trees
of this hellish world
to trick the Demons
that have escaped my soul.

I jump free from your noose
into a pond of pure apathy
That pulls me down
Until i feel you no more.
The emotionless waters
burn my sightless wounds
It sucks away all feeling
I am incapable of love.

Blackness is all i have now
you do not exist
at least not here
not now
This is my peace
to be emotionless
to be numb
But it cannot last
for my glorious pool of peace
has spat me out
and here again i lay
Bleeding
For the whole world to see.
Death would be the easiest escape
but i cannot die
you will not let me.
Cryptic Images dance before my eyes
as i lay
bloody and naked
beside this pool that gave me
momentary peace.

I realise now
that i am to be damned
to spend an eternity loving you
and you will never give a FUCK!

The demons have found me once again
and embedded themselves in my sould.
There they will stay forever
and forever my heart will be
Cold.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell






Frozen




A slave to your world
that is composed of such apathy
Digging a hole
searching for light
Hearing an echo
of a love that perished
Searching for memories
that exist no more.
Running in circles
in your forest of greed
searching for answers
i no longer need
Crying out loud
though no one can hear
crawling in weakness
and running in fear
Lost in a world
where nobody cares
searching through blackness
but no one is there
I yell to escape
but no one can hear
i cry all alone
outraged in fear
I am stuck in a world
that reminds me of hell
This subjection that controls me
I am under your spell
Crawling along
on this stone cold ground
wanting to hate you
but i can't make a sound
I love you so much
so i cannot leave
I can never be given
this hate that i need.
This hell is where i am held
this hell is where i cry
forever will i be here
and forever shall i die.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell



Unjust




Blood dripping
from the edges of a soul
whose eyes witness everything
as hell turns quiet and cold
the knife drives ever deeper
into a darkened mind
that takes in everything that happens
and writes it down in rhyme
The snakes slide from the sockets
and wrap around brain
they inject their venom slowly
to numb the growing pain
blackness flashes slowly
until permanently there
hearing angelic voices
"don't cry, don't be scared"
seeping fluid rushes
it overflows the brain
another blow to the head
sends a crimson shower of rain
seeing only red
and giving up this fight
you were born into this hell
and that is why you've died tonight.


© 2008 Christen Jean Powell


Untitled



This ediface i have built
upon broken foundations
crubles beneath me
as i have lost control of everything.
Feelings of hurt
leave traces of guilt
my heart becomes a stomping ground
for pain and betrayal
where i went wrong
is a mystery now
its been to long
i have forgotten my life.
How is it i remain
without heart
and without love
for the one i want
there is no hope
where i will finish
i am not aware
but when i arrive
i hope some one will be there.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powel




Fear




What is this?

I feel like

i'm living in 1984

any moment now

the thought police

will knock down my door

and arrest me

for the things that i know

and i'll be tortured

and demonized

in their "terrorist" show



And YOU

you're still asleep

you're ignorantly unaware

of the secrets they keep

while they stealthily

herd you with TV

like sheep.

Why aren't you listening?

They're going to kill

that which makes us human

and that which makes us real

They'll put a chip in you're arm

and track you like beasts

all the while you're funding

their avarice feast.



You've been lied to my brethren

there is a real threat

in that box that you love

called a television set

This box.....

its feeding you lies

by the real terrorists

who hide deep inside

And you eat them like candy

you benevolent fools

don't know you are helping them

steal all of life's jewels.



Life is not about money

as they would have you believe

its not about mansions,

or what you economically achieve

Life is about love

and they're sucking you dry

these political leeches

will suck til we die

because life without love

is not life at all

life without love

is not large

but very small.



So wake up my friends

open your eyes

can't you see, CAN'T YOU SEE?!?!

your freedom is being denied!?

Please listen to me

i fear for our lives

don't you care about your children

your husbands and wives!?!

We need a revolution

and we need one now

we need to wake up

and uprise somehow!

Please......please

if you've any heart at all

you'll wake up and help us

make these coporate giants fall.



Alone i am me

little me with a dream

but together we create reality

we can destroy their evil scheme!

wake up my friends

learn to love and be free

or there will be no tomorrow

not for you, or for me

wake up my friends

before its too late

and their eating your family

off their stolen gilded plates.



This is not Utopia

we are not free

they've got us right

where they need us to be

If we don't act quickly

and i mean right fucking now

then they'll get what they want

and take over anyhow.

If you do not believe

then keep eating those lies

you'll get fat on the fuel

that feeds your demise

and when one day you realize

you're freedoms all gone

and in fact you,

were the one who was wrong

Perhaps then you'll be singing

revolution's sweet song

But by that time my friend

it will be much too late

there will be absolutely no way

of setting things straight.



Its about a choice

that should already be clear

the choice that you make

between love..............or fear.



© 2008 Christen Jean Powell




February 12th




One of those

Meladramatic fools

who was given

the gift of pen

to paper

and back again

The cycle

never ends

not even

when heaven ascends

the skeptic remains

full of doubt

turns her head in disdain

I am; you are

and we don't care

you don't see

when i write

to open your

third eye you

plug your ears

and close your eyes

LA LA LA LA

I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

of course you can't.....

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell



Try



Try to understand

the twisting of the vine

reaching towrd the earth

shattered by the final piercing cry.

Winding farther up

reaching no final place

broken by the heart

gems wet upon the face

weeping willows dangle

their fingers ripple glass

mimicking ever eery

the mistakes of the past.

Silver orb reflection

in the mirror of death

wait til you sink

release the final breath

crystal spheres surround you

twisting about your head

as the lights fade out

and the world claims you dead.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell



Erased


Have you seen it?
Flashing through the darkness
it sparks, quietly behing dark eyes
the pain erased
comes back again
a reminder of th past
a reminder of the dreams
shattered by the agony
through the darkness a memory
yearning ever longer
a futile feat fufilled
nothing to make it stronger
the commotion has been stilled
jumping off a cliff
into a frozen sea
the pain becomes erased
and the prisoner set free.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell



Boxes



Why in the world
do you people yell at the TV?
they cant hear you
it doesnt matter what you say
your wasting your time
and your wasting your life
in front of a box
a box
where did you die?
in front of a box?
during your favourite show
in front of your box
your team almost won
the one inside the box
who are you?
you are shaped like your box
and you cant think
outside your box
you people
you people and your box
heaven forbid you lose your box
you wouldnt know what to do
without your fucking box!
Idiots...
stuck in your box
your entire life
all your aspirations
disipated
the day you got your box
i'm sick of hearing it
i'm sick of seeing it
and i'm sick of getting sucked into it
i hate it
that box
that box with the power
to destroy great minds
and america
with your power to control them
through that box
to shape and form and manipulate your people
through the strategic use of that box
to tell them what to believe
to tell them who is right
no thinking allowed
around the box
these telescreens
not quite watching us
but always watching us
and yet we love
our little box
or our big box
how big you say?
as big as you want
anywhere you want
regulated to what they want
you to see
in your box
on your screen
so this box
that box
your beloved box
takes your hope and your dreams
and flushes them....
your sweet precious thoughts
gone forever
they were taken by your saviour
your sweet fucking precious little box!!!!!

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell



Haikus



This is a sick world

Canis Canem Edit here

why is it so hard?





A hard lesson to leard

Post hoc, ergo propter hoc,

please pay attention.

© 2008 Christen Jean Powell




okay thats all you're getting out of me for now LOL ^_^