Reincarnation of the poetry thread

[Mr E Nigma]

A King's Contempt

I dig this ditch of sorrow.
Your eyes, may I borrow
Making a bed of bold intent
To show you the filth, grime, and decay
Of the world we've made for ourselves.

What does it take to get through to you
All the evil that men do.
Wasting this planet for war and fame,
For the "greater good"
But how could you forget your childhood.

And so I help us to remember
Back as kids searching for embers
To keep warm through those cold decembers
Way back.. when wood was precious
Way back.. when fields were endless
Way back.. when skies were clear
Way back then we had no fear.

Now as kings you claim to be,
****** the good from humanity.
Burning our rights though we're just the same
How did you become so inhumane?
And I laugh at your thoughts that we're to blame.

Rescind your feelings of such disdain
Your biased thoughts made you insane
Remember when we weren't to blame?
Way back.. when stars were dreams
Way back.. when things weren't what they seem
Way back.. when it seemed life would last
Way back then you weren't so crass.

And so I'll lay in this ditch
Risking fall from grace
To show you the world
You've come to embrace.
And so you see
This ditch I've dug is not for me.
I lay in it now to prove a point
That there's always someone else we can anoint.

So be a fair king and change your ways.
Make your judgements just or count the days
'Til this ditch right here becomes a grave
And your coffin's sat at the end of a Church's nave.

You better find a rose, you better find the light
You better find compassion in your heart's darkest night.
You better remember us, the ones that didn't tell
'Cause we thought you would do so well.

And for the moment we will leave you be
Because we're not crass, but of nobility
Yet you cast us out on our own
Scared we'd try to take your throne
Well listen here and listen well
As long as you become a real leader, you will prevail.

[A Simple Poet]

God ... it feels so empty without me.

I'm haunting these spaces again ... I'm sure you are all just as giddy as hell about it.

Anyone still around pre and post schism???

[HumanePain]

Sometimes. Behind the umbra of the Gnet juggernaut, between light and dark, empty of joy in either place, but full of regrets and reminisce.

Good to see you again.

[A Simple Poet]

H Pain! A friendly and amiable presence. Good to see you as well.

I jumped out of MySpace and into the evils of Facebook. If you haunt those grounds as well, consider this an invite.

(Click on the link in my signature here)

[SmokenJester]

the tears they fall like broken dreams casting shadows on a sun bleached wall. As I scream and time folds back on it self and I place the gun back on the shelf. as the knife cut a slit in the skin of time. blackend eyes look at he wall of the cell thinking about there conformist crime. all these moments creep back to me in shades of sadness and Melancholy

[Zen Zero]

Never After

The dream of what could have been
Floats like scum on the top of a pond.
Lost hope
Sits at the bottom.
A fantasy
Murdered
By the impatients in my soul.
And happily ever after
Becomes happily never after

[Zen Zero]

Birth

Tight
Strong
Biting

My skin screams
My skin bleeds
I twist the flesh
To try and free

The rupture widens
The tear flows
The pain frees
The damage is my own

Release
Liberate
Relief

[vindicatedxjin]

lol masturbation experience?

[LakitaJackson]

Originally Posted by vindicatedxjin

lol masturbation experience?

everytime vinyardxjizz proves herself even more idiotic I become younger and more beautiful

thank you bigot!

[Zen Zero]

Originally Posted by vindicatedxjin

lol masturbation experience?

Actually, no. The poem is sexual in nature, but not regarding that.

[Mr E Nigma]

hehe..

(10characterminimumFTL)

[Xombie]

Is it about birth or a bloody turd?

[LakitaJackson]

Originally Posted by Xombie

Is it about birth or a bloody turd?

Aren't they the same thing?
Both are ungrateful pieces of shit

[Unknown_Kadath]

Hi! I'm new here, so I thought i'd throw my two cents in!

Dreams:
I already know your face
For I've seen it in my dreams

And with your rather unearthly grace
Your walk and your speech it would seem

I know the way your laughter sounds
Like a river in the depths of spring

The same way that your smile hounds
As all the winds whirl as you sing

Though there can't be anything like you
In the living and the real

Of all these day to day faces you've turned to fools
Leading me elsewhere, just as I was able to feel

So this has to be the way
A journey to the realm of forgotten things

And there you'll always stay
Safe in my dreams and imaginings

[A Simple Poet]

It's been awhile. Haven't felt particularly poetic. This one is pretty recent and sums my lingering mood ...


Restive Pisces

Against the current of forgotten waters, I strive …
breathless, bubbling,
gagged speechless on a seaweed wrapped rosary.
Dim are God’s stars beyond my murky moat.

Slim is the revisited sight of Venetian waters and parched remains
the well spring of my memory.
Still and hollow are words once liquid like laughing ink off a quill
but now scattered on the windy haunts

launched by unwelcome turns of a broken compass
powered by regrettable tides of mediocrity.
This sullen sea of Hopeless Despondency
The sails torn and fluttering

The broken schooner?
Me.

[Mr E Nigma]

Kitchen cupboards going bare
And me without any marshmallows.

[Wolve]

Time and Space

Time and space not a trace,
we live our life alone.

Here to die not knowing why,
we have no place to go.

We live on earth to serve a purpose,
to which we don't understand.

We live to believe and then we leave,
in spirit away from land.

I have some questions about how life should be!
What do we do when we're gone?

Where do we go? Who do we meet?
What do we do when we're gone?

I don't think of time, or memories of mine,
or numbers on the clock.

And I do not care, if I am just here
to rot in a wooden box.

-Wolve

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"Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they're yours." - Richard Bach

[Shotgun Shells]

Okay, I figured I might as well post one of mine just for the sake of posting it. I understand that it's ridiculous, hard to get through, and long. But please understand that it was for a character in a book a friend of mine is writing.

Guilt.


What is this feeling?
Of pain inside…
The image of the bodies
Trapped within my mind

This weight on my shoulders
Should I have told?
But then I would have died too
I was scared and they were bold…

Confessing my feelings
In a small, cheesy rhyme
When really there’s so much more to this
Am I just wasting time?

My emotions, acting up
This knife in hand…
And there lays the gun

I should have told before…
Before I helped him do it
Before I drug them in the room
And took their last breath from them

I knew I never fit in…
But I never meant to kill them
He told me I would never have
To be persecuted again

Their twisted bodies lying there
And I’m the one that did it?
This nightmare that I’m living…
Though I’m the one they tormented

Now they’ll burn in hell…
As their bodies lay there, dead
But that’s before we hid them…
And there was no bloody mess

For drowning is the cleanest kind
Of murder in this time…

I rode the elevator
Not sure what to do
Stayed there going up and down…
Knowing I was doomed

You can’t keep a secret forever…
I feel I’ve just confessed
No wonder that I have no friends….
Unless I try to suppress myself

I’ll stay away from them…
So I don’t hurt them too
But don’t go underneath the bed…
Where the twisted bodies are strewn…

Running my hand across the thorny vines
Splitting my fingers open…knowing I don’t have much time
Maybe it was better off
For them and both me too

No one sees things like I do…
Which is why
I don’t fit in with you

What is this feeling,

Guilt?

No, I don’t feel things like this
More like a flower dying from the inside out
I give myself too much credit
I’m no flower...
I’m dark

When cold fingers reach and grab your hand
And pull you in the dark
While everyone just stands…

I don’t deserve to be here anyway
Just watch me throw my life away
And when I’m done no one will cry
Because I stole their breath…their lives

So as I sit here cutting
Know I have a reason
Because I’m not like others…
Who cut because they’re selfish

I guess I’m selfish too…
Now that you know my emotions
Take from me my life
For this is my devotion…

I killed him after anyways…
My love, in hell,
I’m here to stay
My eternal hell

My resting place


Okay, that is ridiculously long.

[Amunet]

I wrote this a few weeks ago, figured I'd share and get some feedback. Thanks,

Amunet

The Mind is a Scary Place

Despair, it comes in waves and jolts,

like lightning on the sea...

Darling has me hypnotized,

by all in front of me.

So far, and so gone

Slips through my frigid hand

and unfor...tunately, I'm undone.

----

With passion slighted,

a little frightened,

and where's my hand to hold?

Darling has me in the walls...

kept me through Six-Hundred halls,

and now the time grows very,very old...

----

Sixty years have come and passed,

my time on earth to rest at last,

Darling had me in the cage...

but did I do enough these days?

did I gain his lasting praise?

----

Six seconds on the clock tonight,

and then I'll meet a man in white,

he'll smile and he'll kiss my pain,

I'm never coming back again...

----

Certainty and Chivalry,

A man true to his song,

but all of that is absolutely, positively, wrong...

----

Darling did pretend,

The darkness, it sets in...

----

Six hundred sixty six my friends... welcome, bitter end.

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Written and copyright Amunet 2009

[HumanePain]

I know that I
will feel no pain
when my corpse
is done,

but I cannot help
but feel remorse
to no longer feel
the sun.

I cannot miss the celestial dance
when I finally die,
so I will miss life in advance
a tear before goodbye.

[mindless1]

Sail
on
into a dark sun
before
the moon

Speak
Listen
Dig

Holes

[mindless1]

There are Mindless Clones
I am surrounded,
sheets over their eyes
Terrible Lies
I feel Like I'm drunk
on their disguises
Fucking Mindless Clones
Afraid of their own bones
Falling into a pile
On the floor
and the last thing
They would ever utter
Was that reality
was their Whore.

We're all mindless clones
we're all completely alone
we all fall like bones
we don't like it anymore...

Who are you falling for?

[Noirette]

It's a few months old and I wanted to post it somewher so it would keep the spacing as it is, so here you go :

I'll be your
mistress
all in leather and
sharp edges of
steel.
you will
bow your head
for me to pet.
in complete
submission.
I will
despise
you,
all of
you.
and you will
fear me.
I will be as distant and
as
novel
as the stars.
you will
not
understans me, no you will
f e a r
to understand me
or even t r y to
touch me.
and I will
burn
on the energy
of your
worship
and
fear
and I will
never
ever
feel
empathy
or

intimacy.

Edit: Ho crap, it doesn't save it as I wanted it to be. Nevermind.

[c0ndolence]

here's mine..i'm a bit new here..

INSANITY'S GARDEN

man finds sanctuary
in insanity's garden
when sanity
is nothing more
than stitches
of obscure thoughts
from fading memories
of a self lost..

a paradise that beckons
with ethereal voices
persuasions sublime
transcendent beauty
that mesmerize
beholding eyes..
in her tranquil bosom
she pacifies unrest...

but the sanctuary's
a darkened paradise
where reality
forever haunts
voices that were once serene
distorts to mournful cries
tantalizing beauty
turns to petrifying dread...

desperately searching
for a way out
but in vain
nothing can be found
every steps cannot be retrace
for they were forever lost
beneath the pile of dead leaves
of insanity's garden.....
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[rockonyx]

Avalon

Once I dreamt of Avalon,
I'd heard the word, I know not when
It weaved a web inside my mind
And sprouted wings of rainbow hue

For years I wandered Avalon,
amongst the gollops and minarets
I hunted garvers with Evamere
And courted the fair Haaluven

I told my father of Avalon,
He said it was a myth of old
Populated by faerie folk, and
What I dreamt was counterfeit

That night I dreamt of Avalon,
With its will o' wisps and folk of fey
Though its land was marvelous,
Somehow it was not the same.

I searched and serached for Avalon,
The place I knew was mine alone
With ballobiels and mortersons
And Haaluven, my dearest love.

What I saw was no Avalon,
But a dismal, dying, dreadful place.
Its castles falling into mud and dust,
Amongst decayed stumps and rotten husks.

I cried and raged against this world,
Its spectrum melting into gray,
"You were false, a land of shams!
Who are you underneath your guise?"

Those still with ears could not reply,
Their tongues had fallen out to the ground,
with a plop to then disintegrate
Amongst teeth and skull and skin and bones

I fled this dark and dreary realm,
Running into empty space
A void where looking out to see
I saw nothing but myself within

And now when I close my eyes
I do not see Avalon,
Neither crumbled spires, nor grass of green
No visions span between dusk and dawn,
Only time, unfelt, as it passes me.