A Lonely Bell ( First Draft)

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

The silent whispers pry inside
Yet more deceit and hate
The false desires were her bride
That lay in fear to wait

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

No thought or want offered or took
Her heart lay used by love
The promise left in open book
Again no truth thereof

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

Abused by those who swear of grace
In words that bear no hope
All meaningless the lies of face
Just pain at end of rope

A lonely bell will chime out today
It sings a saddened air
As death a soul has claimed her way
No tears are shed to care

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Make It Today

I feel the coldness of your touch linger
Sigh, as again you tease with a finger
I hunger for you dark queen, your realm I seek
Freedom in your shadow from chains so bleak
Hail dark angel, blessed queen, make it today
Slice the scythe goddess and take me your way

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Prisoner ( First Draft)

Outside reality inside my mind
The crowds of wilderness come
Invading, degrading all that is
Nothing matters, there is no calm
Fight for survival its an illusion
I have nothing more to give
The place I desire isn't here
I need to open that door
Just one step and I am free
The bonds of life are killing me
No good byes or loving farewells
Just depart mortality's hades
Lost from living can't see death
Dwelling in limbo is my prison
No release
No reprieve
No parole
Just hell

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Trembling Thought (First Draft)

The cerements choke ideas within mind's spark
As stifled thoughts conflict with ethics and truth
A fight for freedom leaves emotions stark
So age and wisdom find the lies in youth.

So leave the creative shackles grip behind
The liberty of dreams in years unfold
Release the psyche, deny thoughts that confined
Why wait for life to pass in truth foretold?

Open the doors to conscious streams you sought
Embrace the vision found in trembling thought.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Leave Me to Bleed (First Draft)

You leave me hanging for your touch
The brief moment when blood you sup
As in the pain of love's snug clutch
You fuck me up

In dazed confusion of desire
Agony burns yet still I feed
The masochist will play with fire
Leave me to bleed

The tainted dreams now taste of sin
When love is sweet wine from queen's cup
Then pain will die where love begin
You fuck me up

A lone where none can care or prey
A place in heart where love is freed
In tranquil rage, please go today
Leave me to bleed

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Death ( First rewrite)

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
In blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last my psyche is free from in my head
A welcome peace discharges from life... I'm dead!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Artwork for beautiful death (digital effects)

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Background

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Artwork for Beautiful Death

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Beautiful Death (First Draft)

Theme: dark, depression, death

Word Bank: beautiful, broken, blue, blade, bright

Form: Curtal Sonnet

Meter: Iambic pentameter

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
Of blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last, my psyche is free, outside my head
Discharged from life, a welcome peace, I'm dead.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Prompts

Titles: 

1. Trembling Thoughts
2. The First Person
3. Destruction of Sparks
4. The Flowers of the Darkness

Word banks:

1. Farmer, glass pane, phone box, table
2. pianist, bottle cap, lawn, newspaper
3. athlete, car, nutcracker, kitchen
4. general, handkerchief, classroom, shawl

Opening Lines:

1. The pulse is beating strongly
2. I really have no idea what to tell you
3. Bloody good!
4. I can't believe you just said that