Seperation

Snakes silther below
Hissing non-coherent threats
Climbing on
The ditch rises
Higher and higher we go
Small house on the horizen


Sun staining red
House smelling of the dead
Loved hang in the air


Wonan of the dispised
Claws tearing us apart

Please let me stay!!

Whispered regrets
Pleads for forgivness

Hands shoving
Tears falling
Heart slowing

Dispair reclaims its own


Written By:
Nena

Redemption

Cries in the night are silenced by the strange
The silent screams of agony are not heard
They call out for freedom
Freedom of the suppressed soul

Redemption... there is no time
The angels have fallen
And the damned have risen
The war, the cursed war that will rage like fire through the veins of all
Has begun

What will you do when your false idols fail to save you?
Their breathless bodies reaching out towards nothingness
What will you do?

The damned have come to consume you
And the silent gods you have prayed to remain deaf
They do not hear you through their lead plated ears
They do not know the touch of warmth
Mortals, we are mortals, breathing clocks ticking away till our time of death
We are the living dead

So redemption I say to you, there is none
The fire will rage and consume
Angels no longer exist
The damned have claimed their own
The war ha begun
Freedom of the suppressed soul will be their chant
The war has begun!


Written by:
Nena

Poetry Addict

PLung me into your sweet harmony
Let me rise and fall
Catch me in your web of vision
Let me become lost in your ambered timber
Your vioce catching my ear as it spills forth stories so close to the heart
Fill me
Fill me to the brim
Let me become drunk from your wine filled words
Addiction
I am your addict
Ah, your peotry
Sweet sugar in my bitter tea
Wash me with your wine
Let my soul soar through your open mouth
I am empty
Ready for your words of honey colored wine


Written By:
Nena

Woman Child

lost childhood in a set of curls
chopped by the knife of regret and loss
the liberation of the short
the freedom of past worries

childhood in a black plastic bag
lugged away without any last glances
no more overlooking shoulder
liberation of the short

butchered childhood
dead curls once belonging to the young
becomeing a woman is hard
i am a woman
child yes
but woman


Placing balde close to the skin
bleeding curls
childhood gone
but the woman remaines
here I am
the woman child
no more curls
liberation of the short

woman child shedding her past
shedding her fears
forgetting the transgressions
liberation of the short

the curls will come back, yes
but it will be a sign of woman hood
no longer woman child
simply woman

for now the curls remain in the black bag
bleeding
crying for the past
but here i stand woman child
liberation of the short
waiting for the time to liberate again

Written By:
Nena

Leave

why are you here clinging to me?
let me go the thread is broken
I hate you
why dont you understand

you are my mother and my father and nothing more
I fucken hate you
please just let me be


I hate loving you
I hate the way you love me
so please just let me be

you fucked up my life
I am now forever scared
so let the beast dwell in the mirror
let the horror reside to faint exceptance

why do I love you
you hurt me so bad
you tell me you love me
like it will heal all my old wounds

you stab me over and over while you tell me you love me
how can I not love you
I fucken hate the way you are
always dwelling in your ouw self pitty
always telling me you love me

please just go away
disapear
I hate you

Written By:
Nena

Angels and Saviors

Here is a poem that i wrote a few weeks ago.... i was so stressed out and i felt as though i couldnt breath so i wrote this....

please lord let her be our savior
I am so alone in this pit of hell
I am clinging to one who is sinking
we need to be saved
we need to grow wings
to fly so far away

our own angles have fallen
we are alone
sinking to the black depths below

let us fly
or let us die

please lord i am calling out to thee
let us be saved

our own angles have fallen
we are alone
sinking to the black depths below

let us fly
or let us die

are we living a lie
are we hoping on powerless idols?

please lord
let us fly
let us
oh let us
fly

oh please just let us fly


Written By;
Nena

Justice's Voice

The gentle night air was filled with the aroma of freshly picked sage. A small girl entered the garden of the night. She looked small and frail. She never made a sound sticking to the shadows as she searched the darkened garden for the body of a loved one.

Justice knew that destiny always took control and fate was inevitable. Her friends body would turn up and she would be the one to find it bringing Jason down. Her disability would not come into play here, although she could not be heard none could turn their faces to the dead body of Melody Cart.

With each step that ate up the earth the soft grass beneath her was crushed.The soft sounds of the haunting night assaulted her along with the scent of sage. Sage, she thought silently, the sweet sweet heavy smell of sage had always been Melody's favorite. Hot tears threatened to brim over her emerald green eyes. Refusing to show her deep wounds even in the darkness she searched. The darkness was consuming her, overwhelming her with thoughts of things that went bump in the night. She knew even at the tender age of ten that murder was not simply something that was played out on big screens in cold movie theaters.

Overlooking the beautiful garden that stretched out before her, a vast amount of land, she sighed wondering how she would ever find her beloved friend.
Fear began to slowly consume her as images of her beautiful sweet Melody lying stretched out on the sweet flowers, her blond hair saturated with ruby blood came to her, torturing her mind till the tears flowed. They poured down her face like unstoppable rivers.

Tripping over a bump in the small path that she had taken she fell meeting the ground with full force. Dirt and blood mixed together in her mouth. Raising herself up by her arms she cried. Daring to find what had tripped her she looked to her left noticing small green bag protruding from the daffodils once more fear coursed through her body the vision of blond hair saturated with ruby blood came back to her her heart pounding with the itch to scream knowing full well that she couldn't began to form it in her mute throat. She laid her hands on the bag, blindly searching for some form of an opening, although she could not see she knew the bag was wet with a hot slimy liquid that came off on her hands. Her heart now in her throat she opened the bag....


Written By:
Nena