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I can see you comming
Walking slowly I fly into your arms You catch me You smile at me yet Your eyes are empty of love I ignore it and kiss your lips they are unresponsive "wat is it?" i ask "nothing..." You reply looking into the distance I search your eyes looking for something ANYTHING that will resemble wat used to be there nothing there is nothing I hold you close and burry my face into your chest your arms wrap around me yet the gesture seems empty "I cant... my dear.. i.." He trails off I nodd, understanding. He has moved on on the few months he was gone he had moved on I pull away, and turn my head hiding my facefrom you "I understand... I should go..." I start to walk he grabs my wrist "I swear, Its not you..." I shake my arm free "I know... good bye" I continue walking, tears streaming down my cheeks i was broken he was gone i go to turn the corner, looking down not paying attention I see lights comming fast dazed and confused I look up and see a pair of lights they are comming fast i dont understand something hits me the lights, they hit me i hear the crunch of bones something breaks i cannot feel anything it must not be me... i feel a searing pain within me i ignore it something heavy is atop me the pressure leaves me i hear screaming i hear talking i hear his voice whispering in my ear i see darkness |
Pain spears up again with a bright spark.
The grace of your knee moving to my face, the sweet blood in my nose and mouth, Pain as I cough out another tooth. Fear now as its hard to breath. Soft arms around my neck squeezing, sweet breath in my ear whispering, colours swim around my head. Peace has come and comforted me. I can still feel you ontop of my body, warm and sobbing as you kiss my lips. I can still almost hear you say goodbye. (this is a scat poem) |
My dead girlfriend...
They said I was kinda crazy, they laughed at me aswell. They just could not understand my love for my dearly departed girl. I like to take her shopping for all the latest things, It really makes the sales clerk sicken when my corpse girl grins. I try to talk to my dead girl and she listens really good, but when I try to go for more I just get rotten wood. I dont complain about the smells, the rotting or the puss. I just wish that my dead girlfriend would finally give it up ;) |
Last one...
Men at the door, but they are not welcome. Banging and smashing, will the door hold them? NO... Crashing sounds, movement, they rush from the hall. Upon me they strike as I crouch by the wall. Pause... The 'snick' of the batton drawn PAIN! Watching the arc of a sharp blade PAIN! The smell of gunpowder, ears ringing. Silence... --------------------------------------------- Hope u liked the dark side. All done in freeform. |
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Bones
Can you tell me that the bones Are still underneath the earth Or are they still in the hearse And is there still a curse My sanity can't seem to take it all And can you break down the wall That separates the living and the dead Can you fix the broken So that they are right again Are the decayed bodies Still under your bed The ones that you dig from their graves So that you won't sleep alone tonight Now lets burn the coffins Maybe their spirits will disappear And my soul begin to get weaker I think I'm sinking deeper to the bottom My sanity can't seem to take it all And can you break down the wall That separates the living and the dead Can you fix the broken So that they are right again |
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I dont think she knew how much I loved her.
I tried to show her by beating her up. After that she didn't talk much. She didn't do much of anything anymore. Let alone breathing or living, or stuff like that. (sick I know) For reference, this was based on an anime scene I have seen. |
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I'll pull your f*cking teeth out mother f*cker you don't mean sh*t too me. I'll cut your f*cking balls off, and have them for my tea. I'm gonna make you scream so loud you'll bust your f*cking head If you don't tell me where it is, your wife and kids are dead. |
I step out my door
and its not my home i'm in. I see flowers blooming blissfully. birds chasing each other gayishly but within me a storm is brewing. Twisteres, and shades of dark go through my head. nothing I see is what it seems. I wish I could understand when spoken to. Nothing makes sense to me I no longer view the world positively. What's wrong with me. It disgusts me to see people happily, Why are they happy? SHUT-UP! The laughter *covering my ears* They're laughing at me. SHUT-UP! They talk....about me. SHUT-UP! I load my shotgun. BAM! BAM! BAM! DIE! DIE! DIE! I! HATE! YOU! Blood rushing from my hands....what is this? My heart is pounding in my ears....is this it? I look into the mirror, holes in my body. What did I do? Pain rushes to my body. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Hot tears roll down my face They rush to my side All I see is they're laughter LEAVE ME ALONE! Nothing......why is it dark? A light....must go to the light ....must....light....overwhelming ....bright as day....voices ....familiar voices. "She's back! She's made it! Slowly blinking my eyes I see the faces who laughed at me. Hot tears roll down my face. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Must I live through life again! Let me go back! Let me stay gone forever! I don't want to be here! Let me....let me go! .....let me go away! Again the silence....the nothingness.... *Gasp* As I wake to find myself sweating in the darkness. I get up to turn my light on. I'm in my room. I look in my mirror, take off my shirt and there on my chest are three scars, of were the bullets entered my body. "It wasn't a dream. It was real." I go to my mother's room. She's fast asleep. "Mom." "What is it hunny?" I hesitate. "Did I really try to kill myself?" A long pause from my mother. "Yes you did." "Oh I see." I go back to my room without another word. I find my small pistol ....load it ....put it to my head ...."Good-bye cruel world" ....BAM! |
EEEPPP! no one's been here..... Oh well....sorry for the double post....
Darkness is here to stay, Please me with what I need today. Young, old, live, dead anything works in my stead. hope for yourself. That you taste like mud. hahaha wish again, I want your blood. Anguish, pain, or relief? I'll give you more than just belief. Come to me and you'll be eased... of all the pain, I will be pleased. For I am Darkness The one named Dragoness |
king of darkness.
prince of blood kiss my wounded heart and steal my soul bathe my body in the blood of our enemies kiss my broken arms and lick my broken legs miss my heart as i miss the blade that took his life the life of another the life of my father oh fallen king worship my lips and praise my face touch my body as if it was the last thing that had value in the messed up world.. i love you today but i will kill you tomorrow my fallen king |
Depressed Nightmare There I was sitting in my car I had this sudden urge to drive away into the sunset. I pushed the pedal to the metal, blinded from the sun my car hits a bump. A few seconds later, a man's torso hits my window. *shatter* The man's torso landed right next to me.... I didn't scream I just skidded to a stop I looked in my left side mirror first I saw the man's lower half a few feet behind me. Blood was squirting out every which way. My seat was getting drenched I thought that I had pi'd my skirt, but it felt gushy warm and I thought my period came. I looked down at myself and noticed the blood all over my seat, yet I didn't sceam. "Bi..t..ch" I heard a moaned whisper. I still didn't scream. I looked to my right saw the man looking at me as he heavily breathed. I stared at him, he looked familiar. He wasn't a family member I'm sure of it. I think I had seen his pic before. But I couldn't figure out where........ He suddenly out of nowhere grabbed me by the neck. Wow! For an almost dead person he was pretty strong I tried to back away, but I was not able to get free from his grip and then he tried to pull me closer to his face my seatbelt wouldn't allow it "Yes!" I thought to myself. "b..ch" He could barely make his words come out. I had thought that by now he were dead. I put both my hands on his chest to try and push him away. But it was no use he had a very firm grip on my neck then his grip started to tighten. "I mmmm me" a surge of panic went throughout my body. "He wants to kill me" I thought to myself. His thumbs were pushing hard into my throat, for some reason tears started to well up into my eyes, either from pain or fear or maybe both. But I wasn't about to let him kill me. "I'm too young to die." I thought to myself. "hugh hugh hugh." He sounded like he was laughing at me. I tried to pull his fingers, but he was too strong. Maybe I was dying too. I had to fight back so I had to try something or else I'd be dead. And so I hit his elbows hard and it only made it worse his grip was too strong. My face was forced closer to his. I could smell his breath, he had been chewing ice breaker bubble gum. I had to think of something and quickly my world was about to end. "Jeez, for a dying man, he's strong." I thought to myself. As my sight began to see my surroundings start to fade. I remembered what my cousin had said once before "Hit them right below the frontal rib cage....dead center." I did just that and it worked. He let go of me. I began a cough attack from the lack of air. I felt dizzy and I looked over at him. He was wheezing for life. "I ...ud....u" was what he said before he let out his last breath of life. I was confused. His body began to violently shake for a few minutes. It had finally settled, I looked down a the man. I got closer to his pale white face I realized who it was tears overcame me. "NOOOO!" It was he the one I loved. |
Sly-san, Tifa! Really dark poems. Great going guys!
Sly-san - Do you mostly just write free verse or do you do rhyme schemes as well? |
whatever my mood is.....It goes either way....
WARNING : :eek: mindful roller coasting is dangerous :D |
Silence…
Taciturnity or refusal to speak… The walls can listen No noise or even a commotion… Silence… Emptiness inside… Bareness in a diminutive site… Will there ever be a revolution? Just change this desolation… Silence… If masonry could speak It would understand this despair… The solemnness of which… Just so difficult to bear Silence… |
Holy Freaking s**t! :eek: :eek:... Cooly is like the silent killer of JF. For ages together we don't see a single poem and all of a sudden.. BOOM! An atomic poetry bomb comes forth.
Awesome writing cooly! Your half finished sentences certainly motivate better imagery! @Sly-san - Pweese post up one of your rhyming poems as well! I've noticed that almost all of your poems here are still free verse... O_O |
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Speaking of not seeing a single poem, Aoshi-san, you should really put up a few of your own and show 'em what poetry's all about. Dark or fat, deep or long... Anything that's yours! =D Edit: Eh... With regards to tale of storys, my next entry shall take a lil longer than desired... beg pardon ^_^; |
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No problem, thanks hehe! Your words have truly motivated me to begin.... later on! :D |
Hmph! Cooly always turns the tables on flattery! I don't know where he gets the knack >___< :D
Well I've been concentrating on prose for the last couple of months and more so recently with the storys thread :rolleyes: Maybe I should stir up I.D to write some poems so I could sing my duets again ^_^ |
I haven't really wrote anything ( I want to share here ) that was dark.
So. This is just some old stuff. As in years >> Only A Game Wheezing dreams of failure crumpling unfinished thoughts. He told you to buy just an acre but you stole the whole lot. no longer in a stupor of pleasure but loved just the same. Not quite up to measure But still, it's only a game. The metal taste runs through my blood like pollution in an innocent stream I'd recover the crimson if I could But you might be mad and leave So I taste the iron running from my gums Bleeding through every pore But you only laugh and say, "I deserve more." I work to get you night and day, But you put up a fight until mourning. Then I wake up to do it again, My blistered fingers not making you sway. His reply: "I thought this was only a game." Rose Paper Rose Paper … Lovely and demented.. Rose Paper … Beautiful and nicely scented… Rose paper … Miserable and sad … Rose Paper … My beautiful … Rose paper … No Title Close the door... Walk away from the odor... The terrible smell taking in everything and everyone you loved. But I... I cannot I cannot I cannot See, I am blind to felicity. Sit down... Ignore the system It's consuming everything and everyone you loved. But I... I cannot I cannot I cannot Hear , I am deaf to sounds of bliss. Somber clock hurry with time. If you are going to kill me then do it. Whats this? Another death threat from an enemy? if you are going to kill me then do it. Please It hurts to not see or hear. Suicide blinded by fear. |
Excuse my strage form of poetry...It's more like a poetic story, i suppose...?
The Lovers Suicide I sit on the floor, adjacent to my reflection, my other self, my second half. I raise my arms and lift my fingers to my lips, and she does the same, mirroring my thoughts, my heart, my being, and yet she is she and I am I. But for now, we are we. And yet love cannot stay, for with the passing of time comes the passing of emotions. I link my hands with her, as a smile crosses our face. Our eye's twinkle with anticipation, waiting patiently until we are ready. I scour the edges of my mind in search of any faults, any regrets, just as I have searched so many times before, and we decide that we have none. Our smile doesn't fade, our eye's stay locked, and with the gun in our hand, we lock together, lips intertwined in a final embrace, and the shot rings out. In death love shall rain eternal, for what can time rob from the timelessness of the dead? And yes, I am a perfectly happy person, no thoughts of suicide, so don't draw any scarry conclusions, neh? Attempt #2 We sit across from each other, lost yet secure in each other's eyes, understanding what the other does without a word spoken. We stare longingly at each other, a love still binding us, a love yet to be spoiled by time, and we stare without selfishness. We crawl towards each other slowly, trying to make it last. We are locked in one anothers smile, resolute, unshaken by the event to unfold. We come apon each other, hands clasped, eyes of crescent moons locked, smiles reforming as they collide, tears streaming down our faces. And we look at each other, and she smiles, warm and pure, unquestioning in it's serenity and beauty, it sits upon her face, refusing to betray any sign of regret. And so we lift the gun to our heads, pressing agaisnt each other, and as I pull the trigger, she presses her lips against my ear, and in the sweet voice of one that knows that which only those on the brink of death know, she said, "Love is too sweet, for a life so short." |
Nice poems both of ya! ^_^
It's a great point you made at the start though Powermad-san because a lot of the poetry these days is pretty "queer". It's a combination of bad prose and incomplete sentences and it's hard to make out the really good poems from the ones born out of incompetence. Your poems on the other hand only need proper breaking up into relatively equal length (based on syllable) lines. It's definitely not prose given the abstract imagery and I guess if one really wanted to classify it, it would fall into free verse... Good work! :vsign: |
Ok, Ok. So i gave it a try i bet it wound be like the best thing ever, created by a human being. Well just read it and il hear it i guess...
title: dunno... The evil comes, the evil goes, The darkside inside me knows. There comes a day it wil come out, when that day comes Its better not to be around. Al my life i showed no agression, hate, anger nor fear or pain. Kept it al inside of me, made me insane Al i needed was this person to show me love. But she didnt, She screwed me up. First came the comfort, then the trust Then she vaporaised me into dust. Al the hate, anger, fear and pain Came to the surfice ready to burst. ... I dont know how and i dont know why. But it al ended when i sayt goodbye To the life i had, the people i knew. Before this bullit came treu. Treu my brain from left to right, side to side ... So what could we learn, what could we do. With this riddle of life, this journey where going treu, the cirle of life ... If ... Death waits on the other side |
I didn't know where to stick this.....
A letter to myself.... Dear Diary. I've come to a realization that I only exist to make mistakes. I don't want to faulter, again. May it be love or hate. Those words will never, again exist in my vocabulary. I will omit them from my heart so that I won't feel them again. I'd rather be an empty shell than to have known, What it meant to love. My trust. My confidence. Down the drain as well. No more will I be a victim of love. Leaving myself vulnerable to bleed. Never again will I allow this. P.S. I make a vow that this empty shell will never stray again |
My hand reaches out to you, but from the way you look it me I can feel the hopelessness even as my arm is still extended. I feel you beside my, your presence resonates within my whenever you are near, the slightest acknowledgement of my existance sends a bright shot of warmth through my heart, and yet you feel nothing when faced with me. My heart is having a one-sided conversation with my head, and logic is winning by a mile; You are beautiful, and I am a fool for thinking I could have you. I reek of self-doubt while you smell of roses, I carry myself like a beggar and you like a queen without a throne. I am broken and strange, and maybe this we have in common, but still I feel a difference even there. I cannot stand the outcome that slowly approaches us, becuase sooner or later, you'll know just how I feel, and then I will lose you.
Sigh...another sad poem about my teenaged love life. You know what's worse than writing it? Knowing that if she saw these, she'd think I was a freak >_< |
I am like an picture : there are no dreams in me
how many times must I fill the canvas of my heart ? I'll raise my white flag : abandon everything I am your unknown color now ... colors Utada Hikaru |
I pace the floor in solitude
Watching rose petal fall from their stem Black tears well in my eyes The space in my heart Once reserved for you Has been crushed Broken like a plate Upon the floor Mock me as you wish You loving words Speak clearly of hipocracy. |
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