The Pump

You look at me
I hide the bigotry
The false prevalance
In utero trance
Summons forth an image
Blundered prolific sewage
Screams stream in ear
From inside they appear
Casualty of abbreviation
Corrossion like affirmation
The beatings meanings
Produces sounds so deafening
Pumping through tubes
Frozen in ice cubes
All thats left is motion
There is no more emotion.

Anmar Cromwell Angry - 14 years, 11 months, 26 days ago

I think its pretty amusing the fact that some people choose to actually spend time and write interesting things in their tales, while other just post stuff to be thumbed. If you are curious all of the poems in my tales were written by me at one point or another. Hope you enjoy them. And if you do let me know.
Anmar Cromwell Angry - 14 years, 12 months, 2 days ago

"Sadistic Grin"
The blood soaks the floor
The light has left the doors
Perusing now the gates of hell
Look how fast and far he fell
Laughter a distant sound
Now only demonic souls abound
The beating has long ceased
Life's arduous past leaves eyes creased
Hot tears may flow as love spews
But the cold will have seaped through
Unrequited longings and midden heaps
Trampled the soul with black leaps
Silver cold after the explosion
Clicking and ending the corrosion
Throttling through the last layer
As the lips whisper one last prayer
All thats left is a mess
Before the sound was it any less?
Anmar Cromwell Angry - 15 years, 17 days ago

"Where once there was now there is naught, but an empty void filled with
past memories of joy. A field of broken dreams and shattered hopes to be
fixed and filled someday but not today. The shredded memory of what once
was and the broken husk is all that remains of a man.

Anmar Cromwell Angry - 15 years, 17 days ago

To dream of death
That one last breath
Absolved scene of green
Bursting out of spleen
Creature of miscommunication
Feelings well like constapation
Haunted by regret
Shriveled in the bet
Wounded to the core
Blood from every pore
Field of hopelessness
Bodies of helplessness
Broken wings on dove
Battered by false love
Corpulent sea of blood
Quagmired in the mud
Fierce tears of reflect
Everything you deflect
Support abismal pain
Satan's insipid gain
Dissapoint life's meaning
Inner thoughts screaming
This facade to cruel
Filled with misery's gruel
End this piece of shit
Just a new life hit
Dont hate my name
For one so lame
Viciously bite off
My entropy cough
Welcome to my crass
Fall into the grass
Anmar Cromwell Angry - 15 years, 17 days ago