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[ Monday
May 3rd, 2010
@ 6:56pm ]


Hey, I'm writing a lot of poems these times and I usually post them to my LJ (there are only two for the moment). I'm not english or american so my english might be bad with a lot of mistakes but I did the best as I could do. Here is one of them. I hope you will like it. This one doesn't have many rhyme compare to others I wrote with lot of rhyme.. Anyway, it's called Rest In Peace

She is sitting on the pavement

There's no else around

She is alone in this dark street

Letting her tears falling down from her cheek


She takes a blade

Juste like the one that went through her heart

She can't dry her eyes

Letting her blood falling down on the ground


As her crying doesn't stop

Her bleeding doesn't stop

She wants to forget that emotional pain

That is getting away as her blood is getting away from her veins


She can't express herself

She writes her feelings on a piece of paper she found

Looking again at the ground

She finds out a pack of cigarettes


She smokes them all

Drinking all the vodka she had

As she cried,

As she bled


Now she's lying on the road

Waiting for a car

That will run over her pale and thin body

To get the peace within herself


And finally, rest in peace.



...gun fight...

Broken Angel Lullaby [ Sunday
January 11th, 2009
@ 7:59pm ]

[ mood | depressed ]

She saw death with a welcomed hand
she tried to move but her wrists screamed in pain
he moved closer and closer
coming face to face with her
then he caged and bruised her
he broke her in half
but then he looked at me and saw me crying
death looked towards the angels for guidance
but they were nowhere to be found
he tossed me away and tore off her wings
broken angels singing a hurtful melody
he reached up and took her down
he buried her deep
then he looked at me
holes as for eyes boring into me
I never saw her flying again.
...gun fight...

[ Sunday
January 11th, 2009
@ 7:44pm ]

[ mood | moody ]

put my enemies to sleep
dream me something right
and call me love
your words are like knives
they peel at my skin
the peel at my soul
they stab me in the heart and cause me thoughts I had sent to hell
our wrists are stained with memories of
love and hate and betrayal
anger turns to pain turns to truth turns to numb
suffocation breaking all air waves
playing the giggly girl everyone knows
playing my lie
my eyes burn
from all these tears
I'm drowning in your words
dead in meaning and lies
hurt me
break me
just bury me in your ground
I don't blame you for being you
but you can't blame me for hating it
lying on the devil's pitchfork
eating god's candy
pull the trigger
lit this gun
turn my heart to ice
and I'll serve you all mine on a platter
dreams and hits and bruises
love and laughter
with lies guaranteed
oh please
just wait until the cello plays
filling the cracks in the mirror
and the cracks in our skin
our lips are holding secrets
our lips are holding sins
tell me things to warm my broken heart
heal my scars and clean my wounds
I'll be what you are for me for you
I'll be whatever you need.
...gun fight...

[ Saturday
January 3rd, 2009
@ 9:06pm ]

ii wrOte diis bcoz ii just needed 2 vent mii anger... please cOmment On mii LJ...

ii feel da blOod driipin dOwn mii armz...
da paiin makes me feel aliive...
as ii thiink Of u ii realiise...
dat death iis the Only way...
da Only way tO be wiit u 4eva...
sO alOne...
but nOt 4 lOng...
ii driive the niife iintO u...
and iintO me...
and 2geda we lii...
in blOod...
and iin death...
...gun fight...

[ Saturday
January 3rd, 2009
@ 9:30pm ]

this is mi first EvEr poEm. plEasE commEnt.

tHat i dont know
slEEping in thEir bEds
lEtting tHEm cum insidE mE

trying to fEEl somEtHing.
anytHing at all.
savE mE.
savE mE from what i am bEcomEing.

black sEas wash ovEr mE
dragging mE into thEir dEptHs.
tHE tidE is just too strong for mE to resist
dont know How mucH longer I can hold back.
...gun fight...

Just Dust by enigmacyofme (me) [ Thursday
December 18th, 2008
@ 7:13pm ]

Just Dust by enigmacyofme (me)

Keep your ecltic apologies with you,
Cause one plus one equals two,
And two charlatans don't even sum up to you.

A sea of black pours over us,
As your promises turn to dust.
A mystery in the mist,
Protrudes from amidst darkened ships.

Where the captain, lets out a shrivelling yell,
And the men fall overboard, into a new realm.
Fall faster then Synster Gates on a guitar.
This is your ultimate solo, play, or land far.

The curtains have long closed,
Your act fades like fog.
No one remembers your name,
Lucky to be alive in Prague.

Don't forget to live,
Don't forget your line.
This is your mark,
Ready, set, go.
You will make it this time.
You will make it this time...
Or fall behind you must,
Forever engraved in my memory
But to others just dust.
Just dust.
plz comment
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 16th, 2008
@ 7:35am ]

My Mind is a Litterbox by Me (enigmacyofme)

My mind is a litterbox,
Spits out images I can not block.
A tapestry of unwanted feelings,
A slight touch and I'm sent reeling.

And I tell myself these lies,
Brainwash my own mind.
But I won't believe it this time.
The only victim to this crime is,

The theft of my soul was not by the devil,
Oh God, no.
Regret, and writings in past tense,
Shadows of the foregone are still imense.

And I tell myself I am pretty,
A gorgeous statue in the park,
Displayed for all to see,
Admire me.

Can not even be honest to myself,
My anima placed on a shelf.
And it rusts.
And it rests.
Till' one day it is undressed,
The layers of dust blown mid west.

Awaken me.
But don't hurt me.
Not sure if I want to realize myself...
Let me live this dream a little longer.
Just two more winks of sleep and I'll get help.
Just two.
Just two.
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 16th, 2008
@ 7:35am ]

Pass the heroin. by Me (enigmacyofme)

Closed doors and dirty streets
Thrust out and the drum still beats.
A piece of gum lost and found,
Chewed on and spit out.

This world is not for me,
Dont give me another bad memory.
I want to forget, get to the next,
Page, but they're all burnt out.
End the drought,
End this drought.

Pass the heroin,
I need to give in,
Needle thrust in my skin.

Standing there,
December night sky,
Feeling oh so high.
This moment is rare,
I love it when we fly.

Disorientation and Hypoventilation,
A man without a foundation.
Support me, carry me home,
Don't want to roam the streets alone.

The downfall is massive,
Passivley resitant to this hurt.
Wipe off the dirt,
The glass is stained.
Clear sheet detained.
Power drained.

No way out,
No highway to heaven
So pass the heroin.
plz comment.
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 16th, 2008
@ 7:35am ]

Unpleasantly Intertwined by me (enigmacyofme)

Locked between these four walls,
I can't even be honest with myself,
And you wore that crimson shawl,
Left it on my shelf.

Now every day I am reminded of you
The days don't start anew,
Just a repitition of the past,
These thoughts are unsurpassed.

Your aroma still lingers in the air,
Distributes even and fair.
You've stained this room
With the smell of cheap parfume.

Clasping to your memory,
Telling myself I don't desire thee,
But in reality,
Without you,
I only feel anxiety.

It's too late,
Too late to let go,
Footsteps in the snow,
You've left an impression.
And I can't let you know.

In the corner of my eye,
Noticing the perscriptions,
Cut the water supply,
Before I make suffocation a mission.

What disease is next,
Doctor, give me the diagnosis,
I don't want to be sick,
Stick the needle in quick.

Creations and thoughts in my mind,
With all contrivances failed I still lay confided.
The meaning of mental mutilation becomes redifined.
Our lives are unchangably intertwined.
Lets leave it all behind.
Leave it all behind.
plz comment
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 16th, 2008
@ 7:34am ]

My final valediction by Me (enigmacyofme)

Gallant strides of elegance and pride,
Incursions on my final valediction.
Welcome to the final ride,
Effulgence and Eradication.
I'm your Jekyll and Hyde.

Fly through a galaxy,
Your dreams, they won't be stopped by me.
Surrounded by malfeasance,
Grasping to your essence.
Bleeding for freedom,
To be nurtured in a far away kingdom.

And if the plane crashes lets run,
Our actions can not be undone.
Uncaring as to where we fall,
I love you, and that is above all.
Above all, a statement, or fact,
Emotions intact.

Leave the burning bridges behind,
Scarred faces,
And empty lives.
The roulette ball swings this way,
It marks the end of the play,
Now begins the action.
I'll provide the distraction.

Skies burn bright,
Explosions of might.
And the stars fade away,
The moon, this its last day,
All fades to decay.
...All fades to decay.

Except for us
And our once luminescent hopes,
Now just dreams.
We remain.
comments appreciated.
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 16th, 2008
@ 7:33am ]

...And as blood runs down these walls by enigmacyofme

...And as blood runs down these walls
The sky scrapers burn into the ground
A million stars fall,
I am one of them.

...And as blood runs down these walls
I lay burnt out on Broadway,
Among my fellow prodigals
Life was not made for us,
I am one of them.

...And as blood runs down these walls
I run down too
Run down into the ground
Caved in this mud
Together we are buried alive,
I am one of them.

...And as blood runs down these walls
The bullets sting sharper
You brought me my death
I die not alone, but with you,
My love.

A church floats by,
Pictures fly off into the night sky.
Memories of the last days of my life,
Only mark a new beginning...

My love.
Sitting in your penumbra
How many years has it been?!
...Since you last spoke with fondness.
...Since you last mended my wounds.

...And as the blood runs down these walls
We lay in this pool of blood,
Together at last.
...gun fight...

[ Tuesday
December 2nd, 2008
@ 5:38pm ]

[ mood | .. ]

'The Head.'

The yelling was enough, as much as she could take.
 She went outside, and got a rake. 
 The sharp long tip was all she needed,
 and she hit and hit, till she succeeded.
 Now time came, time to clean up,
she grabbed the rake,
and away it went, into the lake.
But then something inside her,
turned to fear, "Can you please clean up the table?", she could still hear.
she ran and ran, screaming all the while,
and went back, to clean up the pile.

But the police were there,
saw her covered in red.
"Yer goin' to jail" One of them said.

So here she is,
Behind the bars,
swirling around her head, a couple of stars.
She then saw a familar face, as white as a dove.
It was the person she killed, her one and only love.

" I loved you so much, you were my dear"
The girl shook violently, covered in fear.
"But now you must pay the price, and join me in my sleep,
But even though a heart, you already reap."

The girl is now missing, possibly dead,
ever since the last time, she saw the head.

 Some say its a myth, some, a fable.
But I bet some times you can hear small voice say,
" Can you please clean up the table?"

...gun fight...

empty words [ Sunday
October 5th, 2008
@ 11:33pm ]
[ mood | cranky ]

A lack of ink?
A blank page?
Or just nothing left to say?

Put the pen to paper.
Write some words.
Or just pictures?
I wouldnt know.

These vows are empty.


...gun fight...

mental warrior [ Thursday
October 2nd, 2008
@ 10:51pm ]
was like 4-5am

mental warrior

in fantasy.

a gnarled throne

no mercy for the weak.

he shall


dress yourself to kill.

mount your winged warriors.

and say goodbye to your free will.

no helm nor blade shall save you.

no weapon shall see you through.

so go forth to the palace gates.

a doomsayer's victory awaits you.

.plague thy mentality.sharpern your wit to cut.

a wound so invisible


he's invincible?





he walks a thin line

but not in life,

a sentiment palace.

...gun fight...

Un-filed Documents Poem [ Thursday
September 18th, 2008
@ 7:09am ]

[ mood | chipper ]

Un-filed  Documents
*inspired by dawn of the dead and sunsets over Monroeville - mcr*

Watching the stars in the desolate sky
Tonight is the night.
When we both die
Not motivated at all. We cannot stop this. We can’t even stand up and fight

As we sit here watching. Death is one with we can’t deny
Bodies being torn apart. Blood soaking into the earth
Manipulated by the gruesome death and gore
She starts to break down and cry

Well.. At least I’m with you
Just you and me
Nothing really to do
Just to… let it be

There getting closer
Running, limping, crawling. We watch the coagulated blood drop from there eyes
I wish we just had more time to spend
And I guess this is how it will end

Pity.. I didn’t think this is how were going to die
I hug you one last time keeping you close thinking it’s all gunna be fine
I say my farewells and a goodbye
But Knowing that were both going to die

Thinking in my head over and over again. This cant be true
Before both our worlds end. All I need to say is I love..

(they both die at the end. the person is trying to say "I love you" but gets cut off during death)

by matthew atienza

...gun fight...

painting with words. [ Thursday
October 2nd, 2008
@ 2:00am ]

theres this place.

i wont say its dark.

but it lacks a shade of colour.

a hopeless canvas

paint you a picture?

but why?

when it's concept is discarded.

brushed into a mix of mischanced past.

how soluble am i?

when as pale as water?

it desolves with rage

a movement of red

from the verry tip of your scythe

i await this restful sculpture



its my 1st in a verry, verry long time

...gun fight...

a girl named paradise (june 18, 2007) [ Tuesday
June 26th, 2007
@ 11:26am ]


he said, “come here let’s play”
let’s make ourselves fall
and she said, “yes, let’s do that”
let’s give it our all

and then he said, “i quit”
there’s this overwhelming guilt
she said, “oh great, how about me”
i can’t seem to quit you anymore …

and her name was paradise
the world around her leaves her in disguise
she can’t seem to be herself anymore
now nothing will be like before

ok, he said, “come on let’s play”
i love you but i can’t get away
i need you but i just can’t stay
i can’t be here with you …

and her name was paradise
the songs he play serves her alibi
to keep him inside when he had let go
but she can’t let him ever know
he can never know …

her name was paradise
i love you but good bye

...gun fight...

Emo Poetry Rantage [ Sunday
June 24th, 2007
@ 1:49am ]

[ mood | apathetic ]

Artists Statement: this is one of the most toughtful and sensitive works I have ever written.  I tried to offset the dark imagery with a fragile and delicate narrator, as to add to the mood of despair.  It is sincerely my best work,  it expresses the pain I face on a day to day basis.

"The Darkness"

oh the darkness
you are like a blanket
except you are not that warm and fuzzy
...but still
you are my only friend
you dont judge me
just me and the dark
i love you darkness
that reflecet  my own soul
am i dark
or do i just reflect the darkness that surrounds me?
oh the dark
it  surrounds me
crushing my ribcage 
and rupturing my spleen
oh the dark
my spleen
oh god
the dark!
my spleen!
oh god oh god!!!
the dark
and my mutilated corpse
but a victim of the dark
why did you kill me darkness?
i thought you were my friend
i guess you are just a douchebag
not even the darkness will be my friends
every breath i take 
i fill my lungs with darkness
the darkness
stabbing my lungs
blood spilling from me
splattering all over the ground
like kool aid
from the kool aid man's pitcher
to drown in ones own blood!
something smells like mample syrup
i hate pancakes
so now i am very sad
very very very sad.
like the time the darkness killed me.
everytime i look around
all i see is darness
when i try to hear
god dammit i'm deaf 
but anyway 
let me continue with this poem
everytime i try to feel,
the darkness stabs me
everytime i do my laundry
the darkness puts a red sock with all the white clothes
oh never to feel
what a beautiful world
never to feel never to have to care 
if i could carve out my heart that would be dumb
since its a part of the circulatory system 
and doesnt have any vital role in emotions
but if i could remove whatever controls emotions
that would rock,
so i could be alone
just myself
without that prick darkness
you're a fucking dumbass
from this point on
i will be alone
just me
and my nonemotional thoughts
like mister spock
if he was manic depressive
just me and my thoughts
and occasionally my cellphone
or this computer
but aside from that alone
Oh the darkness

I hope I am understood.  Rock, Rock On.

1!! BANG !! ...gun fight...

over (please comment on my entries. i need all the feedback i can get) [ Friday
June 22nd, 2007
@ 12:30am ]

[ mood | depressed ]

my brain
with a hammer
my stomach
with a fist
my waste
with a palm
taping my eyes shut
turning the music up
with no sound
hopelessly hoping
for death
no no
only torture endures
a blank stare
it's over
my wish came true
1!! BANG !! ...gun fight...

Onion Rings and Cement Floors (hi i'm new) [ Thursday
June 21st, 2007
@ 3:19pm ]

[ mood | rejected ]


with eyes wide open

not knowing what to say or do

only longing for a pillow on a hard cement floor

to sleep the day away

and live in the darkness of death when night comes

1!! BANG !! ...gun fight...

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