Creative Writing Locke's Epic Poem parts 1-6

*well here it is, the culmination of a lot of my past poems. i tied all them together in a sort of epic. i hope you guys like it. there are a few that wont. but thats not my problem. i put this here so the people who liked Alice, have something else to read that i wrote. there are two more parts, but i have to finish them. enjoy*


Guided by darkness, eaten away at by fate
No more time to suffer, all must end now
Now is the time that all come hither

Everlast

The sky is an ocean
Lead all into fate, torn by choice
What is Choice, but and illusion?

The Forest is an evil place, taken by the last of them
Where trees' roots kiss with love the edges of hell
Where dark angels sing songs of pain and suffering
The pain of man is not the pain of hell

The Leader raises his armies to charge on the Gates of
Heaven and Earth
With Black trumpets, the walls will fall
Searing noise of time and all the time ending now
In a swirl of Blood made rip with the sun

The Flowers are the only thing we have left
The tool to use against Him.
Blood Flower, born from the battles of our Fathers
The use of these tools will bring not the end of war
But the Beginning of Peace

The war began
The war was already over
The war ate everything
The war killed the hope and dreams of tomorrow
No more peace for the people
The pain of the past hit us all with the full force of the future
It made sure we knew it was here
The illusion of peace made
To blanket us when we wake in the night to piss
The hard truth
Except it or die
That’s what He made it seem like
The synthesizer of the 80’s makes it comeback for one last
Time on the stage
The use of fear to guide us like sheep
We are the WMD
And we kill millions of sheep with the words of our minds
What a mind job
We are the children of this generation’s bullshit
Fed to us from the mother ship that makes it’s landing in the
Cornfields of the East
We have only the West left
I am Jack’s boredom induced brain hemorrhage
We make for the tidal waves of media and curses behind the curtain
At the movie theater
Are we the tools of Him
Yes and no
You use the time given to you to make the world hate you
Only you matter right
Absolutely
We are used to make Him happy
We are
Subliminally raping the nations of the world
We are the WMD that killed the beautiful spirit Hiroshima
And all her glory

He made it happen
Him and his dark angles
Faces painted white, made that way by Him
That’s the way the way he wanted it
But wait
There’s something wrong
This is not right
The future can be changed
The wounds have cut to deep to make it all the exact same but
It can still happen
All we need is Her
She has the power to make the wrong
Right

There is a road
You can find her there
She lives in the place between time
You will find her there
The old radio that you will hear will haunt you beyond anything
The voices of the dead plague you
You will feel like dying
But don’t
We need you
The light bulbs are yellow with age
They flicker but are not there
Doors go nowhere
Do not get lost for the Fate lies with you
Men of old and new are there to pull you apart
Marionettes of Hades are there also to pull the eyes out of the people
Blind them with the chance of gambling their hearts away
Metal Jaws rip the flesh that hangs from the bones of death
Peace and love are all but gone in this world
Because none are left to cherish the thought of everlasting life
Christ Died
He loved you and me but he died
Long ago he died
That was your sanctuary and your palace
A world without god exists beyond the Black Gate
There is nothing more horrible
It is hard because of Him
He makes it difficult
He knows what you know
He does not
However
Know what I know
That you and her are the keys
He knows only of her
But you must go now
Before they get you
Once you cross that black gate
They cannot get you
But you cannot come back without her
If you are lost and cannot find your way
All hope is lost


All hope was lost
We cannot win
The pain of death without dying is here
Goodbye sweet friend
I have no choice


The gate must be destroyed
Bells
Bells
Bells
Bells of the dark angels ring outside the gate
They destroy the real angels
Only the Dark Ones are left
Angels are no longer here to cry for the dead
Cry
Cry sweet friend
You failed
I hate you
I love you
The black pedals are gone
There was never a chance
You cannot change the future
The children laugh in the playground
Sweet voices of cruelty
That will all end when the sun falls
He is making the sun fall
It pains me to think…no
I laugh with them
I can finally be free
No
No I can’t
I relive the night you left
I realize I cant live without you
But I have to
The gate is gone
He helped me make the choice of pain and misery
The black birds come forth from the mouth of hell
Hell
Hell can freeze in Frozen Genesis
Frozen Genesis is the key to all the pain and recovery of time
And the play of all the people will live on with the choice we make
I use the key
The key works
It pains me
I die inside
I am not sorry
I used me to make the rest of you free
But the world lives
Pass this on
I love all of you
The world is no longer the place of evil
But a place where the last of them use
Frozen Genesis

You cannot possibly understand what I see in you
There is something there that makes me whole
Something that keeps me going
The punishments keep coming but I endure them so
We can be free
All of us free

Gods and angels cry for the pain of the people
The pain is overwhelmingly real to them and to me
I fell from the highest place

Tales of a fallen angel

The fallen continue to fall as if it were fate
My heart tells me to find you and her
But the angels of death keep me back to a distance that is
Impassible
The mountains of the east blend beautifully with the valleys of the west
All together for one last perfectly timed and acted play
The performance of a lifetime
The perfection of all the world plays out before me
I have no regrets
No regard for human life
But does not mean I need not to find you
I need to find you more than you will ever know
It is impossible
There will be no more plays after this
What’s the point
Everyone everywhere will think that anything else uses what He gave us
Which is nothing but pain and sorrow
Sorrow
Sorrow
Pain and sorrow
The words of the past tear at the minds of the leaders of men
Serves them right

The children

The warm places in the world are all but gone
The warmth and kindness of the past has
Left
Its now 9:15
The clock killed her
But she’s not all gone
A piece of her has fallen
No one knows where it landed
But it cannot be to far
From here
The pain is too great to handle
I hate the world They made
The world They make us live in
It eats me
It is almost to much to handle



I awake
To find
Nothing but
The world
And you
Standing there
Sad in
The rain
Please Please
Find Her
She is
The only
Way we
Can be
Together forever
Amen amen
Amen forever

Alice- Pictures of the Dead

I sit there
You are gone from me
The door at the end of the hall begs me
To open it
The answers are there
Why I left you
Why you died away and tore my heart out and killed the Crows of
The Black Gates
The Door uses no time the tell the
People of the pain of the past

The hospital is an eerie place
Taken my the last of them
All the hounds of Hell rest there
Endlessly
I remember your face and it turns my fear to terror
I am so scared of you
The bed in the corner is not alone
Nor am I
The man under the sheets moans for his dearest Alice
If only I can find
Alice
I might be able to save myself and

You

I am alone with him
He cries out and yet
He is most silent that I have ever heard a person be

Be yourself

Melancholy angles scream your name
I cannot hear them
I am so scared of you
I fear all the pain you gave me
But that is not it
I fear you
Only you
You alone
You alone eat my soul and drink cups filled
With the blood of my past
Ghosts

The flowers are the only ones left
I know now that I have never
Known your name
You told me once but I would
Not hear it
I am listening now
I will hear it now
Tell me
I hate you
Your name brings all the world
To
An
End…

Alice
I know your name and I love you
But you do not love me

Amen

-Locke-

 

nice Locke. You are getting good at this. And not being cocky. I loved it. I like imagine stuff like a weirdo, when i read your poetry! :glazed:

 

Oh God, that was horrible. Now you're ripping off parts of Fight Club. The rest was not too good either. You're trying too hard to be dark and complex.

 

That was long...But I think that it was a really good.It mixed a lot of different aspects into one poem. I think it was really cool :catgirl:

 

what if i am dark and complex?

this poem is a mixture of alot of different things. mostly all the aspects of my life that mean the most to me. Fight Club happens to be one of those things, so before you rip into someone's poem that they worked really hard on, try to think that not all things are direct and in your face. sometimes you have to think about thing for a while.