Gates of Hell

As she stood before the gates of hell, she quietly watched as another angel fell. As she entered
the pits of fire, another soul she would admire.
Gently in the glowing light, to her soul he set flight. He wondered at her lack of fear, then saw
the demons she held near.
Softly she reached out and felt him, the fast puls beneath his pure, warm skin. Her mouth went
dry, her pulse too raced, for such a demon she had never faced.
She woke with glaring sun in her eyes, found herself beneath clear blue skies. And as the dream
began to fade away, she feared the dawning of this new day.


By Nadine


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The Mechanicum

The machine whistles and hums distantly

as my joints crack, moving inch by inch.

Tear away my flesh and make me anew

in the lifeless forms of the mechanicum.

a Prisoner in my biological biomechanics.

I pray for the cold to embrace me

take my bodily warmth that burns me.

Take my scars and remake them into bar codes,

meaningless zeroes and ones would give purpose

in my unlivable living.

Contact my parents via fax and send my soul

into the metal abyss, remind them of my love for them.

This is my prayer, my single wish

I don’t want to feel, to cry, to love anymore!

Like sands drift through the hourglass

let my emotions seep into the code,

then delete my files with a single click.


…Because I cant…

Grown up, now what?

Why do I feel so lonely? Maybe it’s because I’m in my room at home. Recording my thoughts inside my safe zone, but lately a bunch of shit is happening. Oh where did i go wrong?? This isn’t just the start, its been like this for so long. Everyone says they’re original, but all i ever see are clones. Fuck is going on? I’ve worked for so much but now most I’ve achieved is all but gone. They say to just brush it off but I ain’t even got enough money to buy a fucking comb. If quitting didn’t have consequences I’d give away my broken throne, but now that I’m sitting here I know I truly wont. By brain is telling me to stop but my heart cries “don’t!”. I only wish I could be me and not the very person everyone wants to see. Slowly I have grown to believe that I…I’ve got to give the people who break me, what only they want for me to feel only slightly free.


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a Simple Distraction

Your alone, deep in thought.

Your mind swirls and spins around

countless ideas flood through into nothingness

the pen in your hand, the paper, blank upon the table,

ticking numbs the sounds around you.

They laugh, joke around and play

yet your constant voice remains:


Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!


a Hand gently strokes the back of your shoulder

turning your head in excitement and shock.

Is it so wrong to feel that way?

They ask you about your face, your hands

even your eyes… Is it to much for ME to ask

to just be wanted,

by someone or something.

You start to tap your pen against the table

shut out the conversation, and the will ticking continue.

The white noise on the black stain.

Your only thought:


Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!


Try to think of anything else,

trust again, love again, you had it all!

Stop Thinking!

The pen moves upon the paper and it becomes blank no more.

Smoke fills you lungs as you exhale,

the sky, a bitter shade of grey

concrete surrounds you on all sides and starts to close in.

Your skin crawls, your eyes burn, a sour taste on your tongue

you wake up, go to sleep, wake up and back to sleep.

Living without life.

Colors without sight.

Sounds without hearing.

Your pen drys out, so you go buy a new one…

Feed the addiction of a simple distraction.



a Crazy, Weird Dream of You

Long, thin sharp grass

cuts deep with reality

laying in an open field

staring, picturing clouds

pondering, wondering, debating

Trow away my guilt

and take with you, my heart

Shes everything to me

I see her in the clear blue sky

I hear her in the dancing weeds

the shade from the tree

falls heavy, blanketing me

as I close my eyes

Oh no…again!

Her voice, her smile

her long, sunshine hair

the fact that she isn’t mine

haunting my dreams.

Dying over and over again and again

reaping my joy, leaving anger

with paper and pen

write down my thoughts, see through me

and look at me in my purest form

then…save me!

write down my emotion and burn it in hell

because id much rather kill my mind

than have to listen to it once more

Give me fear so the pain my flee

I need to feel alive, with you

So much I would do

trading every word kept inside

I’ve saved my whole life for you

A mirror for me

and ashes you left behind

Waking up in the field

to thousands of chirps

from ten thousand birds

swarming me like carrion

Circling overhead…this, this right here

this is my sweetest dream of her.


Authors note: This…is for “You”, if I sent you the link to this ridiculous sap story of mine…just know…  that this is how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same

An Imaginary Flower

I like her, I don’t like her

I like her…I don’t like her,

I wish for her, I cant have her

I like her, I hate her.


I know its wrong, but I don’t care

I want her, I won’t ever.

Please say it…but don’t

I like her…I don’t,

she likes me….I know she doesn’t!


Oh why oh why

do i feel like this again?

My mind…forget her,

my heart for hers?


Oh why oh why

is this so painful?

I like her…i dont care!

I like her and I dont care!

a Longing ecstasy


A small creature glides over the ocean

Whisping through many clouds with great devotion

Oh what could it be?

A timid creation or do my eyes deceive?

A little humming-bird is what I see.

It flies and flies for days on end

Facing hurricanes and storms without rest

Stout at heart but small as is

Comes to face his most vicious test

A puddle of land among the sea

A pebble, a crab and a palm tree

Here he decides to land,

Catches his breath upon touching the silver sand

His eyes widen as do mine

When we both see the beauty dancing along the shore

We scuttle and crawl in many a crooked line

To a bush not to far behind

She moves like water flickering in daylight

Then she turned and her smile, full and bright

Oh my little humming-bird dot fly off

I want to stay forever, but you

Take to the skies of purple and blue

Oh my sweet, maybe one day?

To which she replied

“Wake the Fuck up already!”