5 minute poetry

Dark Prophet · 05-27-2004, 10:24 AM

Circles

Life is death, and death is infinite life
and all things are in circles, without any strife
we cannot escape, and cannot endure
all the things, I see and conjure
circles I see, and circles of life
nothing that I see, and nothing that I know
the darkness begins to show
all the things that are light, and all the things of death
of the life, and of my own death
things return to normal, as if i never existed
nothing exists without the cirles, and the dommed existance
life is death, and death is infinite life
all things revolve in the circles, and never end, the same as life

Darkness

The darkness within me, consumes my soul
all that hear the screams, I hear them call
the darkness consumes me, and I cannot feel
everything that is true, is still unrevealed
nothing is real, and everything is fake
The darkness consumes us all, and us all in its wake
When one becomes trapped, they do not see
how much of this, that i still decree
the darkness consumes, and also destroys
all of the things, that i still enjoy
my darkness consumes, and kills me now
for I cannot live, and cannot die
my life is hell, and now i cry
the death that is my body, now is whole
but all the things I hold dear, i cannot control
the darkness consumes, and burns with its fire
and all the things i hold, i die by my own desire
to live and to die, thats all that is left
or no one knows anything thats left...

BTW, i just copied these from some of my old poetry meshes of documents.....I have tons but lost most of em

05-27-2004, 10:24 AM	#11
Dark Prophet Heavier than thou..... Join Date: May 2004 Location: The frigid wastes of Minnesota Posts: 18	A few..uh....Dark Poems Circles Life is death, and death is infinite life and all things are in circles, without any strife we cannot escape, and cannot endure all the things, I see and conjure circles I see, and circles of life nothing that I see, and nothing that I know the darkness begins to show all the things that are light, and all the things of death of the life, and of my own death things return to normal, as if i never existed nothing exists without the cirles, and the dommed existance life is death, and death is infinite life all things revolve in the circles, and never end, the same as life Darkness The darkness within me, consumes my soul all that hear the screams, I hear them call the darkness consumes me, and I cannot feel everything that is true, is still unrevealed nothing is real, and everything is fake The darkness consumes us all, and us all in its wake When one becomes trapped, they do not see how much of this, that i still decree the darkness consumes, and also destroys all of the things, that i still enjoy my darkness consumes, and kills me now for I cannot live, and cannot die my life is hell, and now i cry the death that is my body, now is whole but all the things I hold dear, i cannot control the darkness consumes, and burns with its fire and all the things i hold, i die by my own desire to live and to die, thats all that is left or no one knows anything thats left... BTW, i just copied these from some of my old poetry meshes of documents.....I have tons but lost most of em __________________ "No man is left to one fate alone, but many at once...."