Showing posts with label Hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hurt. Show all posts

Monday, October 10, 2011

Voices of Love


Drawn and Edited by: Randy Sturridge






Beautiful something my hand’s dare hold

So fragile, yet powerful, warm yet cold

Beautiful something bring life unto me

Satisfying, justifying, my nerves set free

Grown into me, become my purpose

Giving reason for living with emotions surfaced

Friday, September 30, 2011

Toys Asunder


Drawn and Edited by: Randy Sturridge



Rapid descent unmasking tyrants

Boys of darkness cackle irrelevance

Pin cushions, broken dolls erase

Child play, on sunny fun filled days

Shadows deep with purple thick heat

Strengthening evil as all the good recedes

Cloaked in corners, drones of dirt

Mismanaged jigsaw, cork torn skirts

Thunder claps lightning, spider lit sky

Shrieking pointed ringing, heaven and hell collide

Swirl of grandiose masterful plans

Holding so close dangling mortals in hand

Psycho lured dwelling that emboss the weak

Raise them by flesh to rip apart and cleave

Randy Sturridge 

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Little Tree Gnomes


I know I’m likely to see the little gnomes that live in the frees

They have left their land again and they come to live here
They always ask me to play, often times occurring around midday
They are so kind…as they juggle their knives




The gnomes in the free’s, they tap on my window

I tell them that it’s late, but they continue to stay
T don’t want to play, not tomorrow, not today
I would like for them to just go back to their trees

They only bother me when they throw thoughts from the frees
I’ve already tried to give them what they want
I have found that they are liars and they constantly  pry
Always asking questions and giving me directions
I don’t want to juggle knives but they keep on insisting
They tell me theirs a reason, but to say would be treason

Fine, little gnome, you persistent little drone,
I’ll give you what you want if you’ll just leave me alone
I learn to juggle knives…Its actually kind of fun…

Finally they tell me…I’ve been chosen for a mission
First, I must promise to keep them a secret
or It would endanger my family…
They tell me of the mission, I strain so hard to listen

When they are finished I couldn’t believe all of the bad bad
Things they could see
I agree to help and to keep them a secret

I am so lucky to be chosen by the secret tree gnomes
My mission is classified I let them move indoors
They are my companions…at night they guard the doors

My family can’t see but I understand…
I can’t tell them anyways…
It would ruin the plan.

I train in the night when all are sleeping.
The tree gnomes tell me that sleeping is for the weak

During the day I sleep if I can..
Woken by mother who just doesn’t understand

Mom and Dad tell me I’m getting worse.
I see it in their eyes…I’m a burdensome curse

I can’t work because of the voices…
I’ve done some things, made some bad choices

But now it’s okay because of the gnomes
My family will see once the plan is complete
They will be so proud…

I would tell them now but it would put them in danger
The gnomes reassure me that it will all be better soon

Tonight is the night my mission is soon
I have all the items and I’m locked in my room

Thank you kind gnomes for all of your help
The moment is now…
I am ready to travel

I have the knives around my waste and I’m in position
I know how to travel because I’ve really listened

The tree gnomes are smiling, it’s time to travel.
They are chanting my name as I climb on the dresser

I will see my family when I return
They will be so proud, I’m a warrior they’ll learn

I wave goodbye to MY EMPTY ROOM
Jump off the dresser, the noose tightens so soon

I CAN’T  BREATH, I CAN’T BREATH
WHY DIDN’’T I TRAVEL?

CHOKING I SEE ALL THE GNOMES
LAUGHING…CACKLING

I don’t understand why are they laughing, I’m Dying
I’m Dying, and they are just Laughing

My Parents break in but it was to late
My dead body dangles with knives around my waste.



Pinned to my chest it says I’m a warrior

It says Ill be loved once I fix the gnome border

My parents cry…
I died all alone, there were no tree gnomes and I…
Am no warrior

I’m just a dead schizophrenic kid,
That wanted the love his parents couldn't give
I am dead with demons in my head