Drawn By Possessed

Painted By Leen Dog Drawn By Possessed

Painted by Jessica

Drawing done by Possessed and I.A.N.

Drawn By Jessica and I.A.N.

Bella Drawing done by Possessed And I.A.N. 1/8/13

Done By I.A.N. 1/8/13

no words can be said all I know Is wish for death to be fast and dont make the pain last, as I scream inside I did nothing to feel your doom. The fear is consuming as I stand tall, making sure there is no expression at all, The fear is consuming but i'l be strong. Don't you see I did nothing at all.

I sit and I watch a child, watch a smile upon his faces, looking into his eyes and the delight he finds in the simple things like a toy truck to play with. To belong in such a world like his would be my pleasure if only if. I belong to nothing this is true, my heart can not feel, but I am blue. Belong what does that mean? Belong a in world of such cruelty. Cruelty this cant be true some things are good this is true. Belong is all I just want to do....

We cry inside, wanting to die, asking Jesus why? Lost in a world with the darkness is so real, feeling tired but cant sleep, close my eyes, pray to my God why oh why can't I just die. I am the light you seek, I am the truth you Know. I am the love that will grow. As you walk in the shadow of death, knowing pain must come, but I am holding you close. I hear you words, I Know your pain. My Child, My Child hold strong Il carry you all night long.

Love

Love a word used by many
Love is not completion to one's path
Love is not a feeling one wishes
they have
Love is not sex for you can get
that anywhere
Love is not going to make you whole
inside
Love is a disguise that many do not see
Love is an action that many fail to show
Love is not butterfly's
Love takes time
Love a word that many say
Love a word that many do not
truly understand
Love one will say
but Hate is word
that you should not say
but love is used in so many
wrong ways
Love don't say it unless
its true
Love no one really knows
what to do
Love
ohhh Love.....

The Angel

To seek understand and peace in a world so incomplete. I traveling to and fro, seeking, wondering where I will ever go? To seek understanding in a world so cold traveling south, north, west and east all over the land and noting to see. In a world so cold it makes me want to scream. I close my eyes, I drop to my knees seeking for truth in world of darkness, that evil can consume me. sitting there on my knees, cars passing me, as the lights glow in the darkness of my despair. A women kneels beside, putting her arms around me. Looking up into a face a face of an angel the wonder of beauty oh was my delight. My tears began to fall as she sat not saying nothing at all. Rapping her arms around me, as to say I understand, I travel to and for in a dark land seeking what I do not understand. Closing my eye, feeling comfort, knowing someone see's my pain. An angel was she who did not speak. Opening my eyes the beauty was gone and its place was darkness in a cold, cold wet land. I picked myself up, wiped the dirt off and continued on my way. To seek understanding and peace in a world so incomplete knowing some day id see that angel of beauty who comfort me. By Those Inside The Raymond System

Death

In this dark world of destruction, corruption, and dysfunction, to hold ones hand in the dark knowing the coldness and sorrow. My heart cries to have death would be my praise. To rejoice and end this madness the people create. Death brings victory and the sting in this world of darkness and emptiness. Many cry out for in the night let this madness end. This corruption will it every end? The baby crying for some food, the people screaming in there despair, the boy who holds a gun in the air, the man who harms the child who say's please daddy don't, the women who meets that man on the streets, the girl who has to find her next fix. Oh the destruction, corruption, and dysfunction of this world , let death be my victory

Annoyed am I
wasting my time
wondering if he call
wondering if it was my fault
Annoyed am I
As i sit on a park bench
watching the traffic go by
wondering why
what a joke
a place of simplicity
man I was fooled
its nothing but destruction
corruption in this dooming place
Annoyed I let you into my safe place
Frustrated to believe your lies
yea you tell me lies
Annoyed
I pick my self up
grab my coat
walk on walk tall
no more lies from
that joke
Annoyed

To live a life
with meaning
and truth
To live a Life
that is full
work to live
live to work
no family
to call mine
no love
of a child
to hold
to be something
is what we must do
To live life
Is incomplete
when there's
nothing but
bills
why be here?
Why stay?
To live for hope
To hope to live
but if you have nether
what do you do?

In a empty hole is where I lye
trying to hide from the darkness inside
closing my eyes trying to fight
in a world so cruel.
I worked so hard
I worked to be no fool
now I lost all that I had
In empty hole is where I lye
hiding deep inside
for all I have done
for all that did and do
it does not matter now
for the world as won
and I'm stuck inside
No pain to feel
No tears to cry
nothing is inside
all that once was
is no long true
In empty hole is where I lye
nothing is here
all is gone
i'm stuck
in a cruel cruel
world
for all that was
and all that I did
no thank you
no praise
just empty
with no way out

Our Art : Raymond System

Art By Shirley A. Mason's known as Sybil

By Raymond System
Into his Arms
oh to go to my father
with loving arms
to see the sky of blue

and his radent smile
as he looks upon me
with the love of the father
for a child
into his arms
I will run
knowing the safety is with in
hearing his voice smooth and rich
like the sound of the ocean and wind
on a summers day
ino his arms
il go
knowing my father

is the best place

looking down on to the earth

il see many wanting to be

in my fathers arms

but righ now his arms

belong to me.

into my fathers arms

is where I long to be.

This room
so peaceful
with soft sounds
and blue all around
hearing the sound
of the fan whispering around

the sound of noise
of two small creatures
fumbling around.
The peace is so real
so true
I close my eyes
to feel safe
in this room
the light shines
not so bright
so it dont hurt the eyes
this room
like magic on a wall
a place you can fall
and not hurt at all.
This room.
Raymond System

Poetry by Robert W Service
The Quitter

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to
Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says:
"Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.
"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know -- but don't squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard! Just draw on your grit;
it's so easy to quit: It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.
It's easy to cry that you're beaten -- and die;
It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight --
Why, that's the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each grueling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred, Just have one more try --
it's dead easy to die, It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

Hope by Emily Bronte

Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!

Looking Up!

By Elizabeth McCrorie

I know you see me
I know your there,
But in my heart it’s not fair.
If I look up I see the sky,
And I know up there
It’s hard to hide.
The sky is soft blue,
With white milky clouds,
How can you be in a place
Not found?
In the end,
I fall to my knees
Close my eyes and think of thee.
If you are who you say to be,
Then please oh please take care of me.
Cause I believe!

Whisper soft is what I do. You can't hear me

But listen carefully you will see

I Whisper to keep the secret you should not know.

She should not tell our story so. I Whisper do not hear.

Telling our secret is not good. Keep Silent I say, Keep away.

The system is confused. Some share what should not be.

Recovery is what they see.Recovery is despair for me.

By Whisper

IF TODAY: If today was the last day of my life I would leave all worries aside I would be thankful to be alive I would be all right I would just smile If today was the last day of my life I would stop to smell the roses I would appreciate all that surrounds me I would be friendly, and I would laugh I would take the time to be closer If today was the last day of my life I would pass on peace I would be generous I would pass on love I would deeply breath If today was the last day of my life I would accept peacefully all that comes, including my death, for death is just a new beginning. by Phatmo

Now I can fly

As life unfolds and the sun start to shine.
The cloud in my life clears up.
The tear on my eyes dries up.
And I wear a smile on my face.
My mind becomes stress free.
My life is filled with happiness.
Blessings start coming in troops.

The demons in my life are exorcised.
My enemies forget my existence.
Experience taught me wisdom.
Obstacles kept me focus.
Now the birds of the sky will start singing for me.
Only my dreams will prevail.
Nothing to worry about anymore.
Everything is now on the hands of the most high.
Granted me the full right to be a man.
Stand my ground on both feet.
The war is now over peace is forever.
The winds of circumstances ceased to blow.
My nights are free from nightmares.
Positive thoughts rule my brain.
Stigmatization wont harm no more.
What a second chance to prove one's worth.
If one listen to what life teaches them then they good.
Crucial will be my dreams and inferior will be those who shut them down.
Significant will be what I value.
So I took a moment to give thanks and praises to the most high.
For recognizing all the sufferings I been through.
And he gave me his right hand and elevated me. Made me one of his angels.
And now I can fly.

There's a girl in the mirror,
I don't know who she is.
Sometimes she looks familiar,
Other times I've never seen her face.
Her features are so vacant,
Her eyes are full of pain,
she always looks so lonely,
Like she's standing there in vain.

Today she started talking,
I took the time to stand and lend an ear,
She told me of her heartache,
And of all her fears.
She then went on to tell me,
Of the times she's been so hurt,
Of all the times she's needed help,
And lost her own self worth.

Her eyes, they never left mine,
Although it seemed like I wasn't there.
My heart swelled with longing,
Her stories made this world seem so unfair..

I told her she was beautiful,
That she was strong and smart.
And that now she's faced her biggest fears,
Her life will truly start.

Then she started crying,
And As she said her name.
it became reality,
That her and I are the same.

All this time I thought I'd lost myself,
This reflection made me see.
Although hurting, I'm still beautiful,
That lonely girl in the mirror is me.

Rebecca Davies

I found this on Gothic Poetry and it just hit home so I wanted to share this with others.

A world so sad, when WE don't listen.
Children's screams, Words we missing.
Why, o why, words they say.
Mommy,mommy,terrible man, walks this way.
Thoughts of darkness, not of swings.

Horrible thoughts, this man brings.
Help me daddy, I beg you so.
Make this man, make him go.
Hurt my innocence, took my heart.
He touched me daddy, tore apart.
Daddy sat down, his chair I see.
Not a sound, no words to me.
Heart now, pain and sorrow.
Horrible dreams, begging, no tomorrow.
Lay awake, little sleep.
Blood shot eyes, not a peep.
This pain I carry, even today.
The anger builds, broken this way.
Mommy, daddy, where were thee.
Screaming in torture, no help for me.
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