Wait of HopelessnessWait Of HopelessnessBy: Paul BoldingThis tight room steals my patience away,The cries of an infant push deep into my clay,Hurting people all around me,Their souls cry out to flee,I can feel there eyes resting upon the back of my head,But I know some my be looking down at there death bed,As the infant cries out for another,We all wait for them to take its mother,Yet another one walks into the room,Walking into what may be her doom,For we know why we are here,It couldnt be made more clear,So we sit in wait,For our date,For the good or the bad newsOr even a single clue,Of what is going on,At least before the break before dawn.
Angry At YouAngry At YouBy: Paul BoldingDarkness clouds my mind,Shrouds me in my angry rage,Just by seeing your kind,You sicken me with your gaze,Your lying tongue calls to me,I deny you once again,I will not listen to you lie to me,This time I will not bend,Each word you speak is full of bullshit,Each lie you speak is another step to my hate,A hate boiling deep in my pit,Soon the gates will break,Then you will beg me to leave you,I will enjoy your fearful gaze,Making you sicker than the worst flu,And lock you in my cage,Hush your lying lips,Before the gates shatter,And I cut you below the hips,And make all your hopes scatter.
Goodbye KuddlesGoodbye KuddlesBy: Paul BoldingAs I lower you down to sleep,In this pine box that makes me so weak,My mind wonders back to the time when we were close,I stand here dreaming of when I held you close,I would tell you everything inside my heart,And you listened like a master artist working upon his best work of art,When the world was to difficult to bare,You dried my eyes with your hair,When my world was happy,We were both happy,When you hurt so,I was there stroking your hair ever so gently so,The times we shared,You making use into your bed like a small grizzly bear,I love you my Kuddles,I will miss jumping lifes huddles,With your gentle smile,Even though it was only for a while,So now I lower you down to sleep,In this pine box that makes us so weak.
A Picture On The WallA Picture On The WallBy: Paul BoldingAs I stay here watching you,I see our dark hearts,Each day I watch your anger,I see your frustrations fluster,I will never trust you,Because your anger is like a destructive art,Why do you try to conceal your anger,Is it to gather in your clusters,I stay here all the time gazing upon you,I see your manipulative barks,While concealing the depths of your anger,Why do you let it fluster,Your anger is like a deadly flu,Coursing through your all ready dead hearts,For your body is like a plane hanger,That spreads among your clusters,Destroying everything that is you,Leaving you gazing at my gentle art,For I am meant to calm your anger,So you may rejoin your clusters,Thus I stay here with you watching me while I watch you.
Freedom of LocksFreedom of LocksBy: Paul BoldingI am free!How can this be?Where did my chains go?Where did its locks go?They are at the bottom of the sea!I have never felt so free!Let the seas flow,Eroding away those dirty shows,For they are at the bottom of the sea,Where I wish not to see,Now I am as clean as snow,Pure and ready to flowWho se me free!Do tell me, I plea!For it is Christs blood that made me white as snow!Now I am ready to row,Row away from this forgetful sea,For Now I am Truly Free!Thank you Christ for not letting me go!And fall into the dirty yellow snow!Thank you Christ for loving me!For your love has set me free!
Chains of PainChains of PainBy: Paul BoldingI sit here chained in my pain,Dwelling upon my past,A past without gain,It strikes deeply so fast,My tears are like the sadness of a weeks rain,Rain that taps upon my dark glass,I only know death in these chains,A reminder of my pointless past,A past that brings blood like a sea of black rain,For all my hope lye behind this black glass,But I can not move from my place of pain,My chains hold me so fast,Sins with no gains,A slow death linger between me and freedom from my past,I know paradise is on the other side of this pain,These chains of black glass,But I can not break these chains,For it is my past,Where is freedom from these painful chains?Freedom from my sinful past?
LifelessnessLifelessnessBy: Paul BoldingI see your longings,I see what you want,I see your lusts,I see your needs,I see you wanting the attention,I see you hate being found out as a lie,I see the death you bring,I see the darkness in your heart,I see the lifelessness in your actions,I see our loneliness,I see the longing to be close,I see the pain inside of you,I see your stupidity,I see your single need,I see you long for real love,I see you fear this verb,But I dont see why.
The Lost OneThe Lost OneBy: Paul BoldingI held you closeListened to all of your needs,I enjoyed making you laugh,We use to laugh until it hurt,Now you are a memories ghost,Because of all of those pointless deeds,That tore you in half,Lies that would make any creature hurt,I allowed you to close,I allowed you to know my secret deeds,Then she baited you with a friends laugh,She baited you during your hurt,I long to be close,To take care of all your secret needs,And to hear your beautiful laugh,To steal away all your hurt,But I can not be close,For she will twist your hearts beads,And steal always all your laughs,Leaving you with tears of hurt,Because you were close,She knows you are with I need,Thus she has taken you to create strife,Just to give me a heart of hurt,Thus I shall be a ghost,Hiding because other evil deeds,So you may once more laugh,Why does this love hurt?
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