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well i havent posted on this site for quite a while because of different reasons, but i have written some stuff which i thought would be good to post.
so here the latest 2 i haver written, with hopefully more to come.


The Death of a Dying Man

The blade slowly pierces his wrist
'Ahh' he sighs,
as the sweet pain drives up hsi arm

Blood starts to flow as the blade runs down his arm
'The end is near' he says softly,
as he lies back and waits for his life to slip away

He takes another drink from his bottle
'Soon I will be at peace' he muses,
as blood starts to flow more freely from the open wound

The blade is slowly dragged down his other arm
'Im sorry' he writes on the wall,
he slides in to the tub, allowing the blood soaked pink water to come up to his neck

He feels no pain now, just a kind of euphoria
'Goodbye' he speaks as he closes his eyes,
he lies limp, lifeless in the pink water, his life drained from him, he who is at peace.

MARVIN DRAKE 2004


The Beginners Guide To Sex

You are kissing on the couch,
waiting for her parents to go out for the night

She takes you by the hand and leads to her room,
You lay on her bed undressing her trying to resist this new feeling with all your might

She lays topless on her bed,
You start kissing her breasts while wondering why your nerves have come for the night

She kisses you now and starts on your pants,
You turn red now and oh how the butterflies increase out of sight

You take her pants off to reveal her vagina,
You get so nervous that you start to shake and to stop this is quite a fight

You awkardly start to touch and kiss each other,
Your penis feels like it will explode in ecstasy all the while thinking 'tonights the night'

You reach for the condom and go to put it on,
'Oh no' you think to yourself 'Not now, dont go away, not tonight of nights'

You lie in bed together as you go to penetrate,
'My god how good does this feel' you think to yoursefl as you fly like a kite

Suddenly you get a warm, funny feeling in your penis,
'Oh no what happened? Shouldnt she be moaning by now? Arent we surposed to go all night?'

You lie in bed nest to each other,
'What happened?' you think "shouldnt it be longer, shouldnt she be cuddling me?' as you stare at the light.

MARVIN DRAKE 2004

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K-Wise

The first one creeps me out man. It's not cause it's bad though. I'm a wuss when it comes to blood. The second one..haha that one needs no commentary. Many a man have been there and those that haven't will some day.

Asta!!

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Good stuff. It's nice to see some bold and truthful poetry that isn't couched in metaphor.

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high_way

thanks for the feed back, first people to probably read them. in regards to the first one i am facinated by death...

anyways here is 2 more

The Leaving

To each and every one of you
I just wanted to say thinkyou
From those who doubted me
To those who helped me,

I hope you dont turn to hate
After you finish at my wake
Please come to understand
That i was not destined to spend long on this land,

I have to make flight
Into another day or night
To a place i am yet unknown
So i can finally make my soul my own,

At the moment i feel i must fast
So as to remove my strangling mask
To starve to skin and bone
And regrow my body as my own,

It is often painful to never know
How far this life will let me go
Or when i will no longer out run
The man with the smile who is to show me whats to come,

So now we come to the end of the show
Just one thing you should all know
That no matter what you think of me
You were all a joy to me
But now i am finally free

MARVIN DRAKE 2004

A poem for a Dead Friend

To my friend, so pure, talented, so young
Why did you have to put the rope on and take all the air from your lung
You were a man of many laughs, smiles and cheers
Why couldnt i have gotten to know you better in your final years
Many good times and memories i have which i have only you to thank
But now i need my strength or i will join you and give my neck one final yank
But alas no matter what i think, feel or say
Please know that i will never join you and end in the same way
I must live my life in a way that you never could
But i will see you again someday in someway and we will sit and talk like we said we always would

MARVIN DRAKE 2004

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amonkie

The leaving - each stanza got more and more involved, and you just drew me in!

"It is often painful to never know
How far this life will let me go"

This right there, I think is SO true. THanks for sharing again!

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high_way

gee thanks. i have only been writing for about a month and a half and i have never shared any of this stuff with my friends so it was good for feed back.

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high_way

ok here is another one. it doesnt have a title yet and i havent been able to finish it. i started it last week one night when i was all alone in my house (everybody else was in bed)

i sit here in this empty room late at night with only the lifeless glow of the television for company,
what i long for i cannot say;
i yearn for company of friends to help break the banter between my thoughts and mind that are constantly going through my head,
what i long for i cannot say;
i wish for a feeling i am yet to know to be shared with a person i am yet to meet in a time that is yet to come,
what i long for i cannot say;
i wish to break this solace which i constantly feel to find comfort in what i yet not know to be comfort,
what i long for i cannot say;
i look for a passion that does not exist in a love that will never live from a person that is only in my head,
what i long for i cannot say;

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high_way

here is another piece i have written. enjoy

my hand to my soul

i search for a way to break the barrier,
to thrust my hand forward and take control of my own power,
to break out of this darkness which i have so far known as the norm,
to be able to shine a new light over this world and that and make them forever warm.

i long for a tinle in my hand to show that what i search for is finally here,
to be able to se what i am to do and for it to finally be clear,
to be free of the restraints that have held me back for such a time,
to know that this road which now lies before me is to be mine.

to know the happiness that will come from the touch of a familar hand,
for my soul to allow me all it has to offer before it jumps from this here grain of sand,
to share its power with this world before it comes to an end,
for it to take a new knowledge with it as it starts off again around the bend.


MARVIN DRAKE 2004

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here is another piece i have written

My Sanctuary

My sanctuary is where the real world ends and my world begins
Where friends long lost are alive
Not skeletal bones in a box with a lowly tomb stone to mark their passing

My sanctuary is where loves long lost are loved one again
Where new loves are created and found at the same time
That bring a love that is eternal and everlasting to a fantasy that is yet to exist

My sanctuary is whre i can think, discover, find, create
Where i can share with the only other person who ever really knows me and who i am
Where i share with me

My sanctuary is nothing more than a squre room with a pen and paper, bed, light and music
Yet, upon waking, is the beginning of every adventure started
The ending of every adventure upon sleep
And a porthole to another world whenever i need it.

MARVIN DRAKE 2004

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rickscales

Don't you think it's a little dark and depressing?

I mean, I know it expresses the bleak and icy depths of your mortal soul, but is that the only thing you write about?

amonkie

Sometimes what comes most easily is the expression of the here and now ....



Highway - having a port hole when you need it is such an amazing gift - I love how you express the world of retreat you find in writing

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high_way

well i did write one about sex...

but on a whole no that is about all i write about. i have a very morbid side to me. i also have a lot of demons and depressive side...

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IM DROWNING

I struggle to the surface
Im drowning
Im dreaming
Im drowning in a sea of emotions

Why cant I stop drowning
Why cant I wake up
Im drowning
I will keep drowning until the sea dries up

I struggle fruitlessly for breath
Why do I love who I cant love
Im dreaming
I lie to myself and say I dont need someone… why do I lie?

Im choking, trying to breath but cannot
I rely on a feeling I cannot share
I cant stay up much longer
Why do I let emotion rule over me?

Im dreaming
I torture myself over what I cannot have and do not control
Im choking, im drowning
I need to stop my emotions before they stop me

I search for a person who doesnt exist
I long for an emotion I am yet to feel
Why cant I stop drowning?
Why cant I feel normal again?

Im drowning.


MARVIN DRAKE 2004

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The Crow

He lies on his death bed;
A crow soars through the expanses of his mind;
His friends and family are around waiting for the time they know to be soon;
The crow takes him to different memories, free to venture where it pleases.

He muses that no matter who you have with you, you always die alone;
The crow takes him back to when he was little playing under the house with toy soldiers;
He tells his friends not to worry, that the crow will take care of him and then the pain will be gone;
The crow takes him to when he would go fishing with his father, when he was still young and innocent.

He doesn’t seem to feel the pain anymore, now just a dull thud;
The crow glistens in the moon of his mind as it takes him to when his grandfather died, him not knowing what death was, just that he should be sad;
He feels something warm flow along his ever-cold arm;
The crow then shows him the night he met his first true love, he with a strange feeling in his stomach that he did not know, just that she was someone special.

His mother took his hand and said that help was on its way;
The crow takes him to a building site, where he sees himself drinking for the first time with friends;
Its getting dark now, he can hear someone crying in another place and the faint sound of sirens in the distance;
The crow shows him when he finished school when he was happy with his friends, all the time realising he was now an adult.

He tries to move, roll over or get up but cant, he feels like he is staked or stuck somehow;
He now sees when he spent easter with a lover, the only happy week they ever had together;
He can only see silhouettes now but this doesn’t bother him, he wants to see what the crow has left to show;
He now sees his friends and all the times they shared together, drinking, swimming, holidaying, talking, all the greatest moments he has ever had.

He feels himself being lifted by burning hot hands as the touch his cold pasty skin;
The crow shows him his friend waiting for him on the other side, ready to show him what death really means;
He is taken outside to a waiting van, he looks in to the sky and sees a crow fly past, then closes his eyes for the last time;
The crow is there ready to take him over, to the start of a whole new set of adventures.


MARVIN DRAKE 2005



hope you enjoy.

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amonkie

I've been reading/seeing a lot of different things lately that make references to crows - it was a refreshing difference to see your ues of an animal related to death in a more positive light.

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high_way

this got me to thinkg and i remembered another piece i had written that featured a bird. hope you enjoy.


The Bird

A bird soars across the nighttime sky,
The vibrant stars glistening off its silky black feathers,
This lone bird sees all of the earth unfolding underneath it,
As it effortlessly glides along on the wind to a destination yet unknown.

A boy almost the age of a young man walks through a field,
Keeping a watchful eye on this beautiful black beast gliding through the night sky,
He dreams of being a bird gliding through the night sky,
Without a care in the world only the stars on its silky black feathers.

The bird glides through the night sky revelling in the quietness,
The solidarity of being alone,
The world is at the tips of its wings as it flies over the endless expanse of the earth without burden,
Going where its heart leads it.

Oh how the boy wishes he could join the bird on this clear star-lit night,
Flying on the winds and a hearts desire,
To not have to worry about life or where he is going to spend his days alone,
But accompanied by the world and all the places he would venture.

Life passes by for this lone bird,
Not worrying what other birds think, what it will spend its days doing, whether it will find love or if it will die alone,
All it thinks about is the great expanse of earth it passes over, where its next meal will come from,
And an undeniable feeling to procreate when needed.

The young man walks through the field with many-a-thought on his mind
About where he is going with his life, love and a never wavering desire to see the world,
He sighs with a heavy heart as he thinks about what is coming, who is to come and where he will come to,
All of which he thinks about too much but cannot stop.

The bird changes direction not knowing or caring why,
Just that he got and impulse to fly in this new direction,
Not knowing or caring where it will end up, just going,
This is the life that has been bestowed on this lone bird.

The boy breaks from his dreams and turns for the house he calls home and the existence he calls life,
All the while thinking about the bird,
On his way home he makes the decision to change his ways and thoughts about life,
That he will now look at life in a different way and do what he wants and not let anybody stop him.


MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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amonkie

I really like that one! Makes me wish I was a bird too.

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high_way

Dark, Blank Expanses

The head lights pearce the ever black night on the long, lonesome road,
Your face is a lone beacon of light in the ever expanses of my mind, your smile lightnig the way,

The raod winds along constantly appearing out of the dark nothingness, nobody around except a blink of light from behind,
My thoughts trail the dark nothingness of my mind, finding warm memories in the otherwise cold emptyness,

A car comes from up ahead breaking the monotonous drone of the road, reminding me that im not alone,
Your face breaks through the many memories lead by a warm happy smile, reminding me of what we had and shared.

MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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Untitled (road signs)

i see the flowers on the side of the road
marking the souls of those lost along the way
unable to leave for the final journey over
taken before they finished wht they were ment to do

MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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Control

I have no control
I walk around driven by an unseen yet all unknowing force
I struggle for control
I seek to be driven no more but to drive
I have no control
I see whats happening but im stuck
I want control
My mind doesn’t listen to my soul
My mind wont let me live
My mind wants control
My soul is fighting my mind
I feel my life slipping away and I cant stop it
I want control
I want to live by my soul

MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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tecoyah

Well done...and touching in its finality.

Might I suggest "Road Signs" as a title

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high_way

i had thought about a few names for it and i think road signs might have been one of them but i think not having a title gives it a certain... something...

what do you think?

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The eye

The eye sees all
It knows not what it sees and sees not what it knows
The eye see nothing
The eye knows nothing yet sees everything
The eye
It pierces flesh and bone to see the soul yet can get no further than the skin
The eye sees nothing
The eye sees the soul
The eye is the gateway to the soul
The eye tells all of the soul
The soul tells nothing of the eye
The eye sees everything
The eye sees nothing
The eye is the soul

MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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What is love? I hear you ask
Is it never not thinking of a person? No because you are always thinking about someone
Is it a passion you share with a person? No because passion comes in to many forms to be confined to only one person
Is it loving a person like no other? No because loves comes in to many forms to share
Is it a person being perfect and making you feel perfect? No because many things are perfect and make you feel perfect
What is love? I hear you ask
It’s the quirks, the idiosyncrasies, the imperfections you have and share with a person, that is love.

MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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high_way

sorry its been a while but here is anothe one

Decent into Insanity

I leave myself open to you
Awaiting your lowly beck and call
Feeling as I have not sense before
Wondering what I can do to make you even see me at all

The pain of thinking about you can be so much
I want to go away, hide and never be seen again
To pull the veil of dark over my eyes and for light to never shine
My road forever short lived, the veil ever so thick

My mind knows what to feel
My soul controls my mind
I cut open my innards just to stop feeling
I long to be comfortable, but will always be alone

Forever like the bird of death
Mysterious and misunderstood
Always soaring along
Coloured black to disappear without a trace

Sliding down to hell
All I want is to love you
Sliding down to hell
The love I seek is a love hat doesn’t exist

Hollow inside
An empty vessel left without a carrier
Hitting rock bottom to know who I am
Rotting like a carcass with only my soul to carry on

I feel myself deteriorate
Now knowing which person I am
Disappearing into one and hating the other
Not knowing the person I am

Im wanting to die
To wash my hands of this being
Let my soul start over again
Let it be who I can be

The loss of my life is scary to me
So foreign yet so welcoming at the same time
I still feel so empty
I still search for the love of you


MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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The moons pale light

The sun is setting on another day
The bird of death flys over head
The razor looks more inviting every second

The last of the suns light disappears off the edge
The bird caws as it lands on a dead lifeless branch
The last of the light glistens on the razors edge

The mood slowly rises shedding an eerie light over the expanses
The bird shifts on its perch, know that its job is yet to come
The trail of blood left by the razor looks almost black, showing no colour in the moons light

The moon rises higher throwing more light on the land
The birds black feathers shine as they are ruffled in anticipation of whats to come
The razor falls to the floor, blood stained and lifeless

The moons light illuminates the scene of chaos as it plays out beneath it
The bird of death flys off, taking with it what it waited for
The razor sits in a pool of blood, glistening no more in the moons pale light


MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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What is me?

What am I searching for?
Why do I feel incomplete?
I search all over but never find what im seeking
I have no one to share with
No one that is special to me
I want to take away this feeling I have inside
To be happy on the inside
To be gone
I need a place where I can be me
What is me?
Who is me?
Who am I?
I am a mystery
Even to my own mind
To numb the pain
To numb my search
I will forever be known as lost
Forever in search for what cannot be found
Lost in a world that is to never be understood


MARVIN DRAKE 2005

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