04-13-2007, 10:22 AM | #1411 |
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I hear a tale that makes me laugh
that reminds me of wonder in this earth- I hear tell a tale that makes me laugh, And I say this tale is of mirth. A man in the wilderness eats a bug And is a god in his own right over it. What may the bug do? Nothing. To do else is to be a presumptious shit. What? I hear tell of anger and rage. A mockery is what I am of you? Say not that yet while I yet speak For I have a lesson to deliver unto you. Any man may strive to be a God- Any man may not see the flaw in the plan. Any man may not be a God, For not every man the trial will withstand. I hear a tale that makes me laugh That reminds me of wonder in this earth- I hear tell a tale that makes me laugh, And I say this tale is of mirth. Oh? You speak of Jealousy and rage! These are emotions new to your voice this day! It brings me greater mirth to hear your anger So Now, I shall finish the story and stay! Do not hate me for being a God before you- I am no God, and I have no worship. I have only myself and my innermost beauty While you have legions and armies and warships. You are a God in your own right- A God of anger and hubris and pride. And I have come in from the wilderness to tell you- You're in for one hell of a ride. |
04-16-2007, 11:04 PM | #1412 | |
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Here's one of my poems.
A Psycho Sleeping In My Bed I can't stay awake But the nightmares won't let me sleep This food keeps me sick But I'm so hungry, let me eat I'm paranoid over the strangers in my home I don't understand though, because I'm all alone Will you come with me, save me, fight my disease? This addiction crushes me, consumes me, won't let me be. I'm quickly fading But you don't notice And I'm bleeding Withot a reason These people, they stare at me, I can't bear it, every one of their leers Can you help me, please save me, help me overcome my fears?
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04-19-2007, 03:41 AM | #1413 |
Super stressed!
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Inpiration and Recreation
The Correlation is Creation And an entire Nation Recieves Salvation Through Vocation (Sorry for ressurecting this thread - I had the same idea, and thought that it was better to recycle) |
04-20-2007, 07:26 PM | #1414 |
the voices speak through me
Join Date: Apr 2007
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Some old stuff of mine, I'll keep on posting it, long as people don't complain, this one is dark though.
I walk through Shadow and Darkness. I blend in, no one sees me move towards my goal. A prize beyond knowing awaits me in your room. The dark corridors reek of doom. You lie sleeping, unaware of me as the shadows become solid and I move towards you. Silent. I leave through the window becoming one with the night. I the assassin, Death Incarnate, have completed my task. Another night, another job, another death, done. |
04-22-2007, 06:52 PM | #1415 |
What's going on?
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After hearing some earlier work I made in middleschool (I didn't recognize it at first), I remembered that I have poetic talent. So, I made this. I hope you enjoy.
I Feel So Alone I have many caring friends And a loving family, But I have no one to give That special kind of love. All I want is a someone, Someone who cares, About my emotions, my feelings, My life. There is one person Who might fit this position, But I don't think I can handle it. I don't think I can make her happy. I don't think I can make her happy. One day I'll have to tell her These feelings I have for her, But first I have to find, concrete, These feelings I have for her. Either way, I'll survive, S'just that one path leads To me feeling so alone. |
04-23-2007, 11:11 AM | #1416 |
the voices speak through me
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A couple more I wrote a while ago
1st one from when I had a crush on a guy and it was getting to me. It never worked out that way, but we're good friends I sit here looking out my window My body craves his touch everyday I watch him all the time, He doesn’t know I’m there He doesn’t know I care I watch him from my hiding place My lips crave his taste everyday I think about him all the time The others don’t see what I see The others don’t understand me He’s always there for me to see My heart craves his love everyday I dream about him throughout the night He has no idea that I’m there He has no idea that I care I’m invisible to him He doesn’t see me Yet I see him all the time He drives me to despair I need to forget him but my heart always remembers. 2) The 1st poem I ever wrote that I felt was worth publishing. The pitch black of the storm swirls around me like the torrents of the river my tears have created. My body convulses as forks of light and energy flash through the dark skies. The river rises overwhelming my soul Have I lost the will to live? Or is it I cannot continue to live in the pain I am in? But these questions are the same, and the ending will always be the same. I am drowning in my sorrow, soon the darkness will overcome me, soon the river will turn red with my blood as I sink beneath the cold black surface as I sink into nothingness and oblivion as I sink to my doom under icy waters tainted with blood and sorrow. |
04-26-2007, 08:22 AM | #1417 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Return To Dreams
where to, the feast of souls
a banquet for the mind who knew we'd grow so old a travesty in kind payment for the nevermore again to quail in hopes we'll drift away from sodden shores still dangling from the ropes of gallow hooks and penitence oh shards of memory the subtle hint of hesitance particulate ennui but will those dreams return when absence wanders long or were they left to burn as music without song oh can these wall inure the hopeful to the true or must I still endure the pain of loving you |
04-28-2007, 12:03 PM | #1418 |
Orcy
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See those Imps
Their little beady eyes You wouldn't suspect They plan my demise I try to run away I fail to even try They will always mock me Until i die They poison my cookies I am always in pain They will always taunt me Soon i will be insane Who am I?
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04-29-2007, 03:07 AM | #1419 |
Still RaiRai's *****
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I wrote a poem.
It's titled "Philocaly"...
I've longed for the touch of your lips But ever their taste does elude me I've oft watched the sway of your hips And ever their guiles do delude me I listen, entrapped by your voice But I hear it not oft as I yearn With you in my arms, I'd rejoice But that privilege I've still yet to earn Your eyes, so alive, they entice me They fill me with passion, I burn The sweet scent of your skin delights me Your whispers a delicate fern But someday soon I hope, my dear In my arms is where you will be Holding you close and keeping you near Where you can love and be loved by me That's my one post for this 6-month period.
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04-29-2007, 11:47 AM | #1420 |
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*moves to the poetry thread*
Nice poem! Make it a 3 month period, we need more CT 'round these parts.
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