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Ok I was never really into poetry but these writers are a special breed. Here are some poems that I like from their sites. If you like it go and visit and maybe you will find something interesting. All sites will be relocating soon but for now the links are at the bottom of their poems. In addition to Axis and Dredge, The Altaer also showcases other young writers. Be sure to check it out.

Cain's Poems
A day in the life of a soldier pt.1

I hear men talk of war and revolution
I wash my hands of the blood of innocents and ask for absolution
I bear witness to the destruction of cities, towns, and civilizations
I wonder why do I do these things and remember the constitution




A day in the life of a soldier pt.2

I have been places where I have heard the frightful sound of grown men as they cry out for their mothers
I have witnessed the atrocious deeds that man can do onto man
I have smelled fear intermingled with blood and burnt flesh
I am not afraid to die for when I do I know I am going to heaven
For I have already traveled through hell
And I remember that
Lo, for I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I will fear no one, for I am the baddest mother fucker around
But I am scared
For I am about to go again
And I am getting used to it
I dont see people anymore. Just faces
I do not want to know your name
I do not want to lose anymore friends
No pictures either
I do not want any more memories than I already have
So as I leave, I will not say good-bye
Thats to final, and I will return someday
With hope that sleep will come peacefully
It was hard at first
But it is slowly getting easier
And I am still scared




Alone

As a solitary tear slowly rolls down my face
The light from the single candle causes the shadows to dance
As if in a macabre ballet
Pain and longing clash in an epic battle raged within my soul
Each clash of the swords is a piece of my existence ripped from my heart
As I close my eyes, is it brother Morpheus, or sister Death
That I pray to for a release from my tortuous prison
I reflect on how you stole my heart
Like a thief would a precious jewel
I remember the closeness I felt as I held you
Like a mother does for a child
Now all I feel is fear and apprehension for the future
I thought I was someone you could talk to
But all I receive is silence
Yet I still go on with this farce I call my life
As the ballet of shadows goes on
And wonder if tomorrow will be a better day




Requiem of a dream

As I walk through the catacombs of days gone by
Phantoms of yesteryear tear and rip my mind
I try to scream, but no words come out
Only images of a lost time flooding my senses
Like farmlands after a levy breaks
With a voice brought on by a glimmer of hope for peace
I yell out, why do you torture me so
Show yourself Daemon
And with a flash of lightning
My reflection stares back at me




Innocence Lost

To whom it may concern:
The glint from the cross dangling around your neck
Is reminiscent of the twinkle in an innocent boys eyes
As you beckon me inside, your kiss to long, your hug to strong
The joy on your face overshadows the lust in your soul
The darkness in your heart matching the color of cloth you wear
I wonder if it is salvation that you find in my body
As I pray for my redemption to an uncaring savior
Whose salvation for all mankind
Was the crucifixion of his only son
What do you care that I found my answers in needles and bottles
So dont you fret, I have not told a soul
But you will die someday, and when you do
I hope you fucking rot in hell
From me to you




The pain of love

Tell me your deepest desire, whats your darkest fear
Look upon my eyes as I caress your soft skin
Can you see my desire, sense my passion
As I close my hands around your throat
Do you feel pleasure, or expect pain
As I run the blade across your stomach
Sweat starts to form on your brow
I can smell the apprehension mixed with comfort
Just the anticipation of knowing my dominance over you is ecstasy
Wondering if you will scream in terror or moan in bliss
As I lick the blood from the knife, the bitterness euphoric
Come memories of long ago
For you my dear, sweet child are not the first
Nor will you be the last




Dedication

The willow tree stands in the darkness alone
As a crow caws in the background
My thoughts drift back to happier times
Now I talk to a headstone
I dont understand why you had to go away
How we used to talk for hours about nothing
All seems so pointless now
When I love you we never did say
You were always there for me my friend
To push me when I needed it
And pick me up when I was down
True blue and loyal to the end
But I will carry on as best I can
With you in my heart and thoughts
I will say good-bye and see you soon
But more importantly I love you man




An ode to MOM

My soul soars when you are around
Others cant possibly know the joy to be found
This is why my heart is where you will always be
Here and now, forever free
Enticing me with praise and love
Remember you are special, sent from heaven above




Salvation

As I lay on the ground, looking up to the sky
I think to myself and wonder why.
Whats the big deal, why try to fight
Who cares if I am gone, why cant I see the light.
People all gather around, some cry and some stare
But what pisses me off is, not a one cares.
They say your life flashes before your eyes
All I remember is the pain, and so badly wanting to die.
Well now that it looks like I will get my wish
I realize I am not ready yet, aint that a bitch.
I have a new life now, just as things were going good,
Full of friends and love, the way life should.
But one man decides that its not right, that it should end,
So with two shots he tries, and my life is turned upside down again.
So with tears in my eyes, I start to pray
That I will change, just take the pain away.
Now the pain is gone, but the memories remain,
So I push them down deep so I dont go insane.
And I try to figure it out, and ask myself why
For wasnt it not long ago that I wanted to die.




My so called life

Every night its the same thing
I stare at the computer and just type
I try to sleep, but I cant
Because I know if I do the nightmares start all over again
So I alienate myself from the world
And wonder why I dont have the courage to end it all
I have friends who feel sympathy for me
But say it will get better
What will get better, my miserable existence of a life
Are my already destroyed self-esteem
They say its not that bad, I could be dead
While they go out and to leave me behind
Sure they come over and visit me
But I can see the fear in their eyes
I dont blame them for not wanting to be seen with me
Just from the stares and whispers I receive when I go out alone
Alone, just like how I feel every day
Alone, every night, staring at my computer and typing


The Prophet

I wake up every morning trying to move
But, thoughts of times pass drift through my head
Like some acid trip of long ago
As I float on wings of leather and chrome
I lust after the one thing that I can not obtain
So, with wings I take flight into the night sky
And begin my hunt, for my one true love
I am in search of myself, the only thing that matters to me
And as I am watched by others like me, no one seems to know
What it is that they truly desire, love, respect, want, need, lust for
But, hanging there in the dark, I realize what it is
And with the separation of my wings from my shoulders
They creep around me to hear what I have seen, learned
And with a voice of thunder in my head, but of a mouse to all
I say what it is we all need in this world if we are to survive
And that is INVIDUALITY

Cain's Site

Axis' and Dredge's Pain
"Satisfaction Guaranteed"

No matter how sharp
The pain of life is
My razor is always
Sharper

Small black box
Professional #9 single edge
RAZOR BLADES
Satisfaction is guaranteed
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The lucky numbers I
Happened to get
Doesn't matter where I'm at
No use in resisting the
Inevitable

Heart beat racing
Never ending until
Razor and skin meet
Some like it fast
I love it slow
No blood at first
Just the feeling
Then out of my dark skin
Beautiful blood comes out

Heart beat fading
Falling
And the indescribable feeling of
Relief.
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-Axis

"Inside Torn Out"

Look at this room,
It's so big and empty,
Look again, there, in the corner,
There's a little boy, he's crying,
The tears are streaming down his face,
Does anyone know why? Where did he come from?
He doesn't belong here,
He seems so sad, look,
He's clenching his fist,
Wait,
Look again,
There is blood dripping from them,
There's a blood spot on the wall,
Why has he done this?
The boy looks up,
Fear and confusion lurks in his eyes,
He wipes at the tears with tiny blood stained hands,
He points to bruises upon his body,
The situation seems so perfectly clear,
He turns around and puts a tiny fist to the wall,
The blood pours from the tiny fist,
He breaks down into choked sobs,
The boy comes from the corner,
A look of wild vengeance in his eye,
He runs outside into the street in front of a moving car,
And makes an ending of his pain,
I watch him there lying on the ground,
And wonder if he's in peace,
And turn around to attempt to find the bastard that has caused this,
I ask myself, why things like this happen,
Why do people inflict this pain?
It seems like a hopeless case,
A war we cannot win,
Hopefully someday it will come to an end.

-Maegan & Dredge


The cold wind blows through the quiet city,
The tall buildings create looming shadows,
Some refuge blows along the curbs,
It is very late, Dark,
All is quiet, except for the allies,
Echoes of pain leak out,
So much suffering,
Walking through the crowded allies,
Hearing the sobs of innocent made to suffer,
And why?
The answer evades me, evades us all,
Continuing down the ally,
A teary eyed child calls out to me,
Its voice is choked back on its own sobs of pain,
I go to comfort the child, take it in my arms,
It manages to ask one final question,
"Why?"
I try to answer, but to no avail, it dies in my arms,
I shed three tears,
The tears that the Father, Son and Holy Ghost will not,
Look around, all I see is death,
In this place, Pain is God,
There will be no elegy for these innocent,
And it saddens me even more,
The only mourning for the dead, come from their fellow dieing,
But their mournings get carried away,
By the cold wind blowing through the city.

-Dredge

"Walk Away"

Fearing the place where I sleep
Never wanting to return
Tired of hiding
From you
Can't understand why
Why you do the things you do
Hurt the one you "love"
Your life can't be that bad
So why do you drown yourself
In your liquid death?
Don't you realize what you're doing to me?
My blood drips off you hand
As you walk away.
No. Not even one look back to me.
Sitting there. Arms stretched out.
Trying to hold my weight.
Resisting all that sorrow.
Cause if I cry I know you'll be back.
And without seconds thought
A new wound will be open.
Mentally and physically.

-aXis

The Altaer