The Four

The Four

One to Four,
We ride together,
Conquest and Death;
Famine and War.

Standing over the defeated,
Everything falls in the end,
Hear my cries of victory,
See the vanquished scourge,
Mortal kind will now descend;

And be slaughtered at my hand,
Mindless and gory beyond comprehension,
They fight me,
They fight each other,
The endless destruction is beautiful;

And they starve,
Withdrawn, looking like skin and bone,
No flesh or thickness,
No more crops,
No more harvest,

Except the harvest of souls,
As I, the pale rider,
Death on horseback,
Watch the culling of mankind.

We are four riders,
The sky will be aflame,
Blood will run and they will run,
Screaming into the blackness of death,
When Armageddon comes.

Demon

Strange poem I felt the need to write for a while.

Demon

Sinister to the bone,
One who can bear searing heats,
Accomplish feats we cannot comprehend;
And you are out of reach

In your fiery pits and yet,
Despite the evil attached to you,
Like a skin of sin,
I almost admire you.

Oh what a hellish being you are!
Do you have teeth sharp,
Like razors that I bring to my flesh,
Or claws to tear at the faces filled with fear,
What are you, hellish thing?

I see images of what you could be,
We will only ever see you in the end,
Apocalypse, Armageddon, Hell on Earth,
When rivers run red and skies become fire,
What new knowledge will you bring...

...Or, will you just bring pain and grief?
A creature of dark origins,
Flesh of sin and sinister to the bone,
Feeding off human misery.

Are tears sweet?
The screams of terror as flesh sears,
As lives are lost, will you feel regret?
Or will you stick by your nature,
Savage, Hellish beast.


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T.I.M.E.S.U.P- The Final Words

Trust Waning

You make me realize my greatest fears,

Your lies shake the foundations of all my faith;

And all I have worked for seems to be wasted.

You give me hope in your lies,

You tell me what I want to hear from you,

But you do it for your own gain.

I Fear

I fear I will lose you, so let me be clear-

Both parts of me, the saint and the sinful wraith

Whose evil voice speaks in my head,

Will not let this friendship reach its demise;

Despite all the things you could do,

My love and affection for my friend will not wane.

My Feelings

The love I give,

My affection and heart;

And all of the issues it has caused,

Are nothing compared to my desire-

To be your friend and be there for you.

However, you give me misery-

You hurt me and in doing so,

Through my own choice;

And my self loathing,

I hurt myself.

Even then...

I don't care if I die or live,

But I can't allow you to depart,

Frosty holds on with his claws,

And you fuel my forever burning fire,

Despite all you do.

Sure I bleed and I cut more deeply,

But I will never pass, oh no,

I speak with more than one voice,

And despite the insanity it may bring,

It only affects my mental health.

'bout Time for Change

The drama needs to end,

I can't keep doing this,

Its not just us, it's you,

We have both made mistakes.

Stop This

You're supposed to be my friend,

But you're taking the piss,

I know you can see that too,

But I will do whatever it takes;

Unrelenting

And I will never give up,

But your time is now,

Even if you chose to leave me,

And push me to the edge of my own undoing,

I will forever feel the love I feel,

Because you mean more to me than I mean to myself...

Please...

You may tell me to shut up,

But our time is now,

Even if you're with her, be friends with me,

There is nothing to change the past, no undoing,

Even if there can never be love,

If you left, I doubt I could deal with myself.

These are the final words,

Until your choice is made,

Its all stuff you have previously heard,

The love, the stress; the blade.

I hope you make the right decision,

Because this is carved into my life,

If you make the bad choice-no redemption,

Only the hate, pain and strife.

Stay Frosty

Two Poems

Hello, Frosty here. Two more poems from us,  Frostfyr, so I hope you enjoy them. First, a poem about mentality, linking in with the events of the previous three poems.

Two of us

I have always loved you with all of my heart,
I've hated you from the very start,
I hoped you would one day give me a chance,
I never gave you a second glance,
Don't listen to the other voice- we don't think alike,
He thinks that, but deep within we do.

Why must you fight who we are,
Because I am the greater one by far,
Greater what, I must inquire,
The greater side of you of course, the catalyst to your fire,
How does my fire not burn without you, who are you to say?
Because i'm a part of you, and I fuel you every day;
I see your struggle with love, I strengthen you through lust;
Listen to me, I am the one you should trust.

I hate you with all of my heart,
Oh please, you've loved me more than him from the start,
I don't love anyone except him, and me,
Than you are nothing but a product of failed love and vanity.


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And the second poem, one I quite enjoyed writing. I hope you see that in the words.

Blinded

It slides down my face,
It feels like tears,
I touch it; look at it.
Black.

What is sight?
It is but another creator,
Your visions make you Happy;
Sad, Disgusted, Thrilled,
It creates feelings of Unease;
Fear, Envy, Love or Lust...

Yet I feel nothing.
I see the black,
Feel no Joy, nor Misery,
Or Sadness in the solitary shade.

Maybe I do feel,
Yes, I must feel,
The black pleases me greatly,
Despite the lack of colours or shapes,
The black is a great blank canvas-

I can picture the grey urbans,
The brightly lit countrysides,
Rolling yellow plains,
And great long planes;
The towering constructions of man,
Reaching for the clouds,
Crumbling to the powers of Nature.

My visions are only my own,
Unseen through any eyes and held in my mind,
I can hear great infernos,
Crackling and turning our great constructions to ash,
I hear the whispers of mice,
Loud as mighty oceans.

But I cannot see what I wipe,
From my very own face, I may not see
The atrocity what it truly is,
I know what it is.

Thick, metallic smell,
Our life, keeping us alive,
Through the black I picture it,
My face in a mirror,
Crimson flows running from two chasms,
What once held the gelatinous globes,
The human cameras that were a part of me.


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All I Have Given

All I Have Given

Grains of sand that fall,
Creating a mound within the glass,
Golden yellow, growing from a stream from above;
The stream stops, and then my world is turned upside down,
It begins once more.

Blue within me, red out of me,
Flowing through tunnels red and blue,
They stretch for miles and can circle the globe;
Yet I am only metres tall,
Filled with the crimson essence of life.

Salty and flowing out of me,
From globes that allow me to see you,
The essence of sadness;
The symbol of my misery and solitude,
It is always dripping down my face when I think of you.

Words from my mind,
I tell you how I feel in different ways,
Love, hate, affectionate, irate;
And the many other words that spring to mind when I think of you,
My mind, my creativity.

All my dreams and who I am,
The moments I spend thinking about you,
My very heart and soul;
And all that is within it,
Is just another item on the list of what's yours.

All of this is yours,
Yet you just throw it away,
You don't care for me anymore,
Not when you have your arms wrapped around her,
This is all I have given;
Though I'm sure I have given more,
To the one who would rather just disregard it like some unidentifiable thing,
Left to rot in a corner of a dark room.

Why, I Ask Myself

Why, I Ask Myself

I feel like nothing but a great husk of misery,

Even though I should feel joy,

You are cheerful to be where you are now,

Though I have been left behind;

And left with tears running down my face,

With streams of blood running from open wounds,

Oh the joy, so wunderbar,

You have left me open like a cut.

I should be happy for you,

But I ask myself why I’m not,

I look upon you as der schwein and der hund

Because you have left me kaput;

Why, I ask myself, do I feel so guilty,

The pain is my pleasure when I’m not yours,

And yet I feel like a disgrace,

I still consider you mein meister.

Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,

Allow me to be yours and we can be together,

But you were taken away from me;

It will take time for the wounds to heal.

Why, I ask myself, do I care so much,

Eight weeks is not enough to feel such love,

And yet I do, my will to be with you is stronger than my will to live;

But what is living if I don’t have you by my side.

I, Frostfyr

I, Frostfyr Shaun Welsh

You froze my Fire,

Stopped me from burning,

You made me into the thing

I have always been-

You made me Frostfyr,

Filled with a hatred seething;

And an icicle gaze.

We had better days,

Until you hurt me,

You would be amazed about how I truly feel,

But what’s the point in feeling for you,

If all I feel now is nothing but hate,

Misery filled with tears; and

The cold feeling of crimson drying on flesh.

From the beginning I had these fears,

That all my effort would mean nothing to you.

I loved you with zeal,

And now I have wounds that won’t heal.

I’ve always called myself Frostfyr,

And over the years I’ve never been much of a crier,

But you made me into what I am now,

All because all my effort didn’t even get me a date,

I tried hard, I burned for you,

I suppose I still do,

Looking within me I can feel the burning,

But now my burning is a loving hatred,

Hoping you pay for what you did,

It may sound cold,

Maybe it sounds callous,

But my feelings have already been told,

I wish you… you turned the we into us,

And I hope in the end,

You get hurt, and cry on the shoulder,

Of the one who would have called you,

Boyfriend.

You would have been my first,

It would have meant everything to me,

I feel like I am cursed,

I just wish you could see,

See how much you mean to me.