Monstrous
Monstrous Books => The Monstrous Library => Topic started by: Sick_Angel13 on December 14, 2006, 09:05:41 AM
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Here's a little place where I'll be posting my further works, and I'm still to finish my story, and it need a title as well. Be patiente, please.
For the sake of it, here's a poem when I first started poetry. I founded it while I was cleaning out my drawers, it's been quite some time and I recall writing it on a raining day; the perfect atmosfer for a poetic baby bat. lol
Based on a dream I had, it's rare for me to come up with things like these. The sky has to fall in order to come up with a verse, really.
It's the first ever poem I wrote, I have more all scattered around my files and documents.
I have needed more practice, I know. :-P :lol:
Grim Defeat
Broken bones poking through my skin
Smearing handprints of scarlet blood
Reflecting the thoughts I feel within
Decomposing flesh blend with mud
Colors of speed and an invisible charm
Cuts into a scream and morbid face
Echoing silence pulls you from harm
Drags you to a ever more horrid place
No one to listen, no one to care
None to hear my irked screams
Blessing to all people I scare
Granting nights of deadly dreams
The Lord withers and yet to die
Tormented emotion smelt of wit
Crimson rain rains from the sky
Angel tears that taste like s**t.
*silence*
Thank you
~ Sick Angel
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:-D I love it, Bravissima!
Really? *blush*
Damn, I'm so embarassed i think I'm going to die again :@0
Thank you, you really made my day.
So for a starters it wasn't THAT bad afterall. *relief*
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Second poem's up! This one came once I finally cutted my heart out with a spoon, took me no time at all. Please reply, I need to know how it is. *puppy eyes*
Comprehension
I dream to have a dream
I wish for the will to scream
I fight to scream at will
Never saw my nightmare so still
I'd scream more than I can slay
I better destroy what I cannot kill
Than die a hundred times a day
If not we could just pretend
If I'm me you'll never know
Every emotion I can't show
...Please ... maybe if ...
I wish I was dead enough to
Forget the ways you loved me
I wish I was dead enough to forget
All the days and nights we met
If I could end my life
If my life could have an end
It's all in my own dark realm
If not we could just pretend
I wish I was human enough to cry
I wish I was alive enough to die
I wish I was good enough to remember
The answers that told me why
If you're you I'll never be
The person you'd be proud to see
... If not we could just pretend...
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Thanks, I needed professional opinion so I had to ask you. :-D
Oh if only I had my band back I could try this one out. T_T
More poems soon to come, brace yourself.
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I agree about it sounding like a song. I enjoy the concept as well. Well done!
The only constructive critisism I can give is that you could try to shorten up a few of the lines. The best poetry(in my opinion) is never wasteful with words, and doesn't "fill in" meter with articles, conjunctions or weak adjectives. Most of the lines are really great with this, I only noticed it once or twice. I think the one line that really threw me was:
I wish I was human enough to cry
I wish I was alive enough to die
I wish I was good enough to remember
The answers that told me why
Although this may have been intentional, the "I wish I was good enough to remember" breaks the flow in that stanza. Both because "good" is a generally weak word, one syllable rather than two, and not very related to remember in most cases, and because "remember" is three syllables rather than one. I adore the beginning of that stanza, though. I'm a big fan of parallel form. :-)
Good work, and take the little bit of critisism (or not) with a grain of salt: I can't write poetry, I just know what types I like best.
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Thank you for your opinion, I need to learn from my mistakes! ^_^ I'm glad you're being honest with me, I just let the words pour out my heart, I need to be more careful next time. 0:)
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Personally, I'm a fan of things that seem paradoxical or even contradictory. For example, I'd date an abhorrently ugly woman before I would a model. Many of my poems take on things and say tings that when you try to analyze them they confuse you. The genious in mine is only apparent if you know me well. You see, I'm a thinker, not a feeler. I analyze everything, yet my poetry can only be understood by being felt, not thought. Sometimes the art of poetry makes for ugly, discordant work. The discord in this one resonates with the discord in her soul.
There, that's my take on it.
Sorry, I guess I'm a a bit of a thinker and a feeler. More a feeler than a thinker anyways, I read a poem and I feel it even if I don't understand it. The poetry is the things you can do with words - your choice of words and when and what you want the reader to feel or the message you want to send to them, even a code for a puzzle-solvers like us. Believe it or not - it's in the eye of the beholder weather it is beautiful or not, or style or taste. I'm trying out different styles of poetry to see which one suits me.^_^
Remember guys - Life is just one nice big paradox. :lol: :banplea:
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I completely agree with "beauty being in the eye of the beholder" especially with poetry, an expression of one's thoughts and soul. However, I also believe that there are certain things that make for better poetry simply because they are less wasteful and bring you more directly and more strongly to the person's feelings. As I said in my critique "this may have been intentional" because often discord is a powerful tool in certain types of poetry. I just enjoy giving a little advice on how to make images even more powerful in writing far too much.
Oh, and I completely adore paradox and oxymorons. The more surreal, the more I enjoy it, usually.
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Surrealism is good for your spleen. :spy:
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:lol: Ever consider a career as a Literary Critic instead? :banplea:
Who, Phyrrestar? She can do great on Literary critic, you don't even need the abilities to write poetry - but to like it.
(Heaven knows what I'll be doing, I hope they have a job for cemetary caretakers or something. %&$ <^>)
Any career with nightshift is good for me, I feel more alert at nighttime. :mrgreen:
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Ha, me a literary critic? Hardly! I just have too many friends who have a major in things like Rhetoric, or who just like to write and make me read their stuff. Besides, I enjoy playing with my computer too much for that. I mean, sure I know a fair amount about computer languages but not the english language. :-D
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I liked both of em
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I liked both of em
Oh thank you. ^_^ :-* :-D
(Horus, do you have any poems?)
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no im not a poet i tried it once but it all turned out pretty bad i do write every now and then though
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I think that your poems are very beautifull in a strange way. Very good!!!
and I like the rythm of it as well
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Sorry for my absence, it's a long story.
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I realize I won't be able to post for a while......but I'll be back.
This whole year I've been expressing myself with words and art. Soon I will post them here, but now I have no opportunity.
But I must confess that I miss all of you greatly. :cry:
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Enter the Paradox
In the night I feel as one
All that is lost is now gone
I am nothing, nothing at all
My wings are broken, now I fall.
My eyes are cold and yet they shine
\this curse was yours and now is mine
My heart is broken, I have no glue
My lips are poison, yours is too
Thust I'm doomed I have no time
To hide my morbid love for you
Happiness was not meant to be
Unfelt emotions I cannot see
Conflict, I'm stuck in my Oblivion
I am cursed with indecision
Forever under the spell of Hell
In an endless well forever I fell
...forever...
To die over and over again
To remember how life was back then
To pay the price of being your lover
To be between one thing and another
The torment will last enternity
To pay the price of being me
(when the hell will I be free?...)
This isn't lie, this isn't true,
I'm not me and you're not you
You have no sin, I have no shame
Things will never be the same
You stay whole and I fall apart
I am the one to slay your heart
You show yourself, myself I hide
You have the answers I try to find
I am the dark, you are the light
You are the peace, I am the fight
You are to gain, I am to loose
Yet you decide, I have to choose.
I don't feel calm, I don't feel hate
It isn't too soon, it isn't too late
I have no past, I have no fate
For my sorrow is far too great
I cannot taste, I cannot feel
This isn't fake. this isn't real
I can't awake, I cannot sleep
For my wounds are far too deep
I cannot live, I cannot die
With broken wings I cannot fly
My hope is lost, my life is done
In the night I feel as one.
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...thank you. *bows gracefully and descends from the stage*
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Nice! :-)
Dark nights to you ,my sick little angel........ :lol:
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Gosh, *blushes grey* it was the song of my heart, what a wicked heart I have. *grieves*
Well, the darkest of nights to all!
~Bloody kisses
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nice. i think were the same. only thing is that i consider myself as heartless though i'm not that heartless and even if i do have a heart, it'll be a black one and not a heart of stone.
just one question though if you don't mind my asking, are you a goth? i for one consider myself as an emo-goth
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Awesome, my favorite yet
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nice. i think were the same. only thing is that i consider myself as heartless though i'm not that heartless and even if i do have a heart, it'll be a black one and not a heart of stone.
just one question though if you don't mind my asking, are you a goth? i for one consider myself as an emo-goth
Goth-emo? How touching.
I'd consider myself a Goth with a big G. Not exactly the original Gothic from the '80s but close.
I'm the type that has dates and picnics at graveyards with all the black candles, ditto.
I'm the one of the Nobodies.
I'm the type of fan of all rock bands so I enjoy grunge as well, specially Nirvana.(I have the album "Nevermind")
"My dark is darker than your dark - I call it dark dark!" he he ... :wink:
On my opinion, Marilyn Manson should be the Last Pope. 0:)
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But there is one far darker than J00.
His name be.................................DARKWING DUCK!!!!!!!!!!!
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Please, anyone explaine to me what the hell emo is?
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Please, anyone explaine to me what the hell emo is?
Er, I don't have much info about emos, I just know it's a subculture started by emotional teenagers, if you search online it's mainly about style and music genre.
Example:
(http://buzznet-26.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users12/hisinfernalkiwi/default/random_hot_emo_boy--large-msg-115924813641.jpg)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo_%28music%29
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Ok, tnx, I think Im maybe too old..... :roll:
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No you're not. No one would paint their hair four different kind of colors, do piercings, wear ripped jeans and a Care Bear t-shirt and hold hands with everyone around a mall. Or at least that's what emos do (at least the emos in my town show off alot like this) Personally, no offense but being emo is a very immature thing.
The only lifestlye I've had before being Goth was grunge and it didn't suit me afterwords. Grunge is... think of Mudhoney or Nirvana with Kurt Cobain.
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Hello, did anyone miss me?
Winged Shadows
The ravens fly and glide to thee
One for you and one for me
Here the ravens caw with glee
Together in a gloomy tree
They live, they are born and they die
They die, they live and they are born
Then they like us they fly and they die
They die then they fly and are torn
Where the crows are happy
Together in a gloomy tree..
Velvet birds in the tree's shade
Black is what the birds are made
Winged shadows dark as night
They fly and they glide today, tonight
Velvet birds in the tree's shade
They die, they fly and then they fade
Here the ravens caw with glee
Together in a gloomy tree
The crows fly and glide to you
One for some and others too
Here the ravens caw with glee
Together in a gloomy tree
Here they die and fly again
Take a shape and grow again
Flap their wings, lighten soul
On the shoulder of a scarecrow
Winged shadows free at last
Live a life that goes so fast
Winged omens finally free
From all war and blasphemy...
The crows fly and glide to thee,
One for you and one for me
Here the ravens caw with glee
Together in a gloomy tree.
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Alluringly
There once was a boy that stared at me with dread
He asked me what was I doing and to him I said:
"I scream in silence, I sing of Strife
I live for Death, I die for Life."
He saw a crown of thorns upon my head
Then questioned me who I was and I said:
"I'm the dream that won't come true
I'm the star that has fade
I'm the person that was you
I'm the mistake 'God' has made
I'm the damage of the curse
I'm you when you were me
I'm the worse of the worse
I'm what wasn't meant to be."
He reluctantly came closer, more near,
As he trembled with fear, I purred in his ear:
"Lovebites and bloodstains, it's always in vain,
Eternal love, eternal pain, written in my veins."
He touched my ghostly skin, he thought I was dead,
He asked what happened to me and I said:
"I have lived a thousand lives
I have died a thousand times
Forever I grieve and wail
I have never failed to fail."
He wanted to flee but he stayed with me instead
Held me in his arms and in a whisper he said:
"Take my heart and paint it black
Let's walk if you can no more fly
Just don't leave me my angel
Wait a minute, please don't die."
With a mere glance he knew I wanted to go
Sick with rage, I was trap inside my soul
The celestial neon lights glowed red
I flapped my broken wings and I said:
Solitude
Illusion
Coldness
Kaos
Anger
Nightmare
Gore
Empathy
Lust
Yes.
I caused all of them...
Sweet poisons that blossom in my lips.
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WARNING: Violence drives violence, aggression is not a way to solve your problems.
If someone makes you feel down, talk about it. If it's an intention to harm you, don't be dumb like me, get help.
A Friendship Sinks
The urge
The desire for revenge (hell)
Everything
You took away (you lady)
From me.
Everything you've done to me
hurts
in my heart.
Why do you hurt me? (*laughs*)
What did I do to you?
Everything you've done... to me.
Makes me sad.
Hurts me inside, you can't see it
I won't show it to you. (my wounds)
Inside
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The desire LUST
A need
For revenge of my
pain
It
consumes
me
Inside
It destroys me, in the inside,
Slowly, painfully
At the same time I regret (you liar)
No control
My mind
In my mind I see your face
Visualize it
B B B
R R R
B R O K E N
K K K
E E E
N N N
Broken like my heart.
Like a stone thrown at a window.
Broken like glass.
I close my eyes and I see (wish)
your face was
Ripped
Slashed
Torn
Just like the sails of our friendship
Thinking about it makes me
Sick. With. Rage.
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Oh my! Our sick little angel has grown up and come into her own. I am so proud of you!
:@0 :-D
lol Oh stop it Moloch you're scaring me :-D Your sounding like Auntie before she pitches my cheeks. *falls off chair laughing* lol I'm just joking, on the other hand I'm glad that I've haven't lost my touch, it's much more rewarding than self-afflicted injuries. Heck, everyone is good at SOMETHING. :-fly)
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Warning! Warning! Rated R - for the simplicity of being hardcore
Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
~S. A.
Graceful
HELP ME I'M HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND I CAN'T WAKE UP
ALL MY ILLUSIONS HAVE COME AND THEY HAVE COME TO STAY
HERE! IN MY HEART IS THE AGONY OF A THOUSAND LIVES
OWNERS OF THE SCREAMS IN MY HEAD, THEY WON'T GO AWAY
See me, feel me, save me, kill me,
Choke me, hang me, ... set me free
I am dirty and I'm so clean
I'm everyone and nobody
Come on, follow me, worship me,
Fight me, love me, fear me, use me
I'm feeding off of my own blood
Oh yes, I'm my own enemy
Blind me, find me, and hide me again
There is no need of mercy
Peel me, skin me, pin me, grain me
It's only myself against the world
Tear me, humiliate me, bless me
I'm no voodoo doll, I'm just a girl
Amaze me - this is your only chance
Curse me, honey, leave me in a trance
There is nothing like a hell called home
Another open heaven free to roam
So eat me, drink me, chew me and spit me
Throw me if you really want to see -
- If I am going to fall or fly
Call me, fend me, free me please lock me
Dress me, wet me, hang me out to dry
I watch you grin as I shriek maniacally
As I moan repeatedly "kill me, kill me"
Take my insides and tie them in a knot
Go on, carry them around until they rot
Tear my skin and place my guts on the floor
Start your chainsaw, chase me out the door
Until it finally drives me crazy
Until I can't take it anymore
No, this isn't enough, baby
No, I guess I still want more.
Slay me, play me, bury me alive
Like me, hate me, let me survive
Rule me, free me, bind me in chain
Sell me, know me, we are insane
Finish me, start me and do me again
Freeze me, burn me, and do it again
Please gift me, scare me, come with me
Screw me, buy me, stay away from me
Smash me, slash me, take me there
Scratch me, nail me, I don't care
Break me, take me, hear my plead
Cut me, stab me, make me bleed
Hug me, hurt me, it's my right
Drain me, stain me, paint me white
Rip me,rape me, paint me black
Steal me, wake me, bring me back.
I watch you grin as you break my wings
As you break me
In a way it seems so monstrous...
Yet so gracefully.
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... just a thought :-)
your words could sound really cool if you would do it with music
shoot me but when I was reading it it was like a song... with music and everything
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It's amazing, isn't it? You sense the music there too? I guess I'm an average song-writer, one that writes songs that will never be played, unless if someone is willing to suggest that it would sound awfully good played by Cradle of Filth. I guess I have the right to daydream...
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Any great achievement was a daydream at first :roll:
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"Ce monde n'est qu'une vallee de larmes."
Walk In The Rain
It starts in the winter of a cold November
The winds played with my hair, an omen against the sky
And without knowing why, I suddenly began to cry
Pondering about events that made me want to die
Then some happened that seemed more stranger
In the graveyard I met a boy so cute and clever
And through the conversation I actually felt shy
"It's my grandmother," he said, "I miss her,
this on is her tomb, I came to say goodbye."
Not knowing how or why, we were together
Darkness fused with light, an omen against the sky.
Now I remember when my boyfriend began to wonder
There was one something he still had to discover
Once he unburied the truth he wished was a lie:
"I still worship the Reaper", what he had to deny
Like an omen against the sky, he left me with no trace
And like an omen left me only nothingness to embrace.
To think we could've be free, it seems so crazy,
As we are one, together, as the time passes by
We make forever last a second, you and I
And a second last forever, in my memory
In a moment too soon I gazed at the moon
The Moon in the middle of the nocturne sky
Right there like an omen against th sky
Oh the infernal sky, the color of your lie
In your infernal eyes I drown myself forever
To walk in the rain for as long as I remember
In the ashes I lie, I'm hugged by the pain
Hugged by the winter, an omen against the sky
As I walk in the rain... I begin to remember
When we met, we had to start in the never
Then it all ends, w say goodbye forever
Leaving the fire's ember as I walk in the rain.
(http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q55/jessieNZ/grave.jpg)
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Something Wicked
Once upon a time I heard something strange
Footsteps in the darkness, someone following me
Hidden in hideouts near, I went mute with fear
Of a certain someone, something, trembling with rage
There is no escape, not even a chance to flee
The shadows of my shadow had come for me
They said: "Dark be soul and heart like stone
Cold be thy sleep upon the anceit bones
The light to thyself must fade,"they told me
What its significance was a quiant mystery
When clocks ranged midnight I ran out of sight
Running away from THEM, away from the fight
Away from the treachery they brought to me
To me that they shared their essence and schemes
Invaded my mind and they had quieted my screams
They said in the black wind the silence shall cry
Like graves in the graveyard under the starry sky
'Till the Lord was yet to fall, "So Mote it be"
The shadows of my shadow wouldn't set me free
Black candles, an altar, a mouth-stitched frog
A dagger, a prayer, and I'm chanting in the fog
For the protecting circle you see, three times three
But also for self-destruction in this ceremony
A pinned doll, a skull, graveyard dirt at my door
They heard my plead and answered my call
For once and for all, they caused my downfall
The shadows of my shadow haunted me ever more
As one illusion sets another shall arise
Of flashing moments I live to despise
To stop and wish for another day new
I carried the burden waiting for you.
In a garden of dreams everything went gray
The shadows of my shadow've came to stay
All I see is small infant bats now lay dead
I waited and dead goats go there instead.
A long time ago when my hopes ran low
Low, low as much as you think it's so
With 'e madness that took place, my face went pale
Trap I was in a Salem's fairy tale
Sweating cold, snarling, twisting where I lied
I drowned in the blood of my wounded soul
As I fought and I cried, against an omen defied
The shadows of my shadow wouldn't let me go.
Desperate in run I tripped pathetically
Ridiculously
They pointed and cackled at my fall
I couldn't see them but I felt them there
Transfixed they gazed down at me endlessly
Their white pupil-less eyes seem to stare
The towering figures, they surrounded me
The towering shadows gazing down at me
There was no pity in their gaze.
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My oh my... what talent you have my dear!
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I still think that you should make a band... heck, we should make a band. First completely virtual, monstrous band :banplea:
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Thanks for the comments guys, I really appreciate it
Kadesh - I've just read and replied on yours, you're great too and I didn't know you also wote poetry!
I still think that you should make a band... heck, we should make a band. First completely virtual, monstrous band :banplea:
I was trying to get time to do a video dedicated to Monstrous but your idea seems a whole lot better. And we'll call it "Monstrous" I'll be on the keyboard, Nina does vocals, we recruit members and soon before you know it we'll get to jump off the stage, punch annoying reporters and destroy hotel rooms, how COOOL is that? Amy Lee will die of envy. :roll: :-D
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Visionless - Land of the Unseen
Love is blind... blind by love
Blind by pain?... painfully blind
Painful love, and lovely pains
Vision is gone, the torment remains!
Blind in nothing, everything
Isn't the way it seems
The was won't be, wrong is right
We are blind, blind we are
Are we blind? That I see
Blind are we, you and me
Queen of vision, king of sight
Foolish knight, slave of dreams
Blind by day and blind by night
All the consequences will bring
W are all blind by something
Blind by peace, blind by violence
Blind by silence, blind by screams!
Blind by light, bind by darkness
Blind by you, blind by blindness
Blind by blood, blind by tears
Blind by dreams, blind by fears
Blind by love, blind by pain
Blind by you, blind in vain
Blind by heat, blind by cold
Blind by $h!t, blind by gold!
Blind by vision, blind by the lands
Ours eyes covered by their hands
Blind by them, blind by strife
Before we go blind we last see
In our eyes a blinding knife
I'm so blind I cannot see
See in what you believe
I'm so blind I cannot see
See the reason to be free
I'm so blind I cannot see
See the person I came to be
I'm so blind I cannot see
See who has blinded me
I find it hard, it's hard to find
I saw the unseen, now I'm blind
Blind by them, blind by you
We are blind... blind them too.
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and soon before you know it we'll get to jump off the stage, punch annoying reporters and destroy hotel rooms, how COOOL is that? Amy Lee will die of envy. rolleyes grin
Rock ooooon!!!!
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and soon before you know it we'll get to jump off the stage, punch annoying reporters and destroy hotel rooms, how COOOL is that? Amy Lee will die of envy. rolleyes grin
Rock ooooon!!!!
<^> <^>
*in the best Jonathan Davis voice imitation roars* ARREE YOUUU READYYYYYYY!!!! *head-banging dance*
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*Nina stagedives*
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Disorder
From this world I want to be free
When you gaze into my eyes, they bleed
What in the hell is wrong with me?
What do you really think I need?
I don't know what should I believe
Oh, typical disaster ability
Why don't you see the things I see?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
When I kiss you, you freeze to death
All your words take away my breath
I ask myself...
Why are we to act like this?
Why of all our difference?
Why I dislike what you enjoy?
Why you loathe what I admire?
Why are you, my favorite boy?
Why am I your deep desire?
If you knew the things I go through
You wouldn't treat me the way you do
Why are you so cruel to me?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
Why does your woe make you happy;
Damaging me so willingly?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
You see, you must understand
Some things just get slightly
Out of hand...
You are a loving destroyer, no,
A destructive lover
Or is it my mental disorder?
If you could break me in two
Or else you'd comfort me too
Why I hate you more than I could?
Why I love you more than I should?
My mistakes are your prodigy,
All your flaws are my recovery...
Why don't you feel the way I feel?
What makes sense and what is real?
What is with all these tacky schemes?
Why my nightmares become your dreams?
Why don't you hear the things I hear?
Why do I love the things you fear?
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Why after forever, we still have trust?
What in the hell is wrong with us?
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Alright! which one of you is athropos?
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Alright! which one of you is athropos?
Is ... what? I don't have a clue of what athropos could be. :| If you are referring to anything involving supernatural powers or something, no. It's just a poem.^^
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Raz, do you mean Atropos? And if so, I'd say they both are...
Again, nice work m'dear. Makes me stop and think about my own life... and my "why's."
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You three remind me of the norns/morai........... :lol:
So verdandi,skuld, and Urd.... so who's who?
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You three remind me of the norns/morai........... :lol:
So verdandi,skuld, and Urd.... so who's who?
:? ??? I feel like I'm missing something here. :|
...Oh whatever :focus:
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Cross-eyed Cupid
I call your name as if I was insane
Stepping on the fragments of our broken hearts
All in all it was all in vain
This is where the poem ends before it starts
A quiest-ce que vous pensez? In who do you think about?
Que voulez-vous? What do you want?
I hate you so much that I love you, my heart
Smell rage on your skin, taste havoc in your lips
I see you sneer as yo slowly break me apart
My love, I always knew it would come to this.
Pain doesn't hurt
When it's the only thing I've ever
Felt
My soul is your burden, my burden is your soul
Glass hearts are made to be broken-
-No matter how much I can' let you go...
I love you so much that I hate you, honey.
After all the things you have done to me
They say when wine tastes better than water
There's no use crying over split blood
In life we stroll in a empty dark street
Walking on shreds of glass at our feet
Where pieces of glass stuck in deep,
As the glass-covered hills go on steep
Pieces of my heart all over the place,
I try glue pieces together in disgrace
Each piece I picked up one by one
The glass cuts all me before I was done
Somehow unwanted longing for you still burn
Ever since I uncertainly waited your return
Now every time I close my eyes I see your face
Now every time I see you smile I fall from grace
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You inspire me. With your poetry, you make me loathe that I have a writers block right now :x. I want to write too! Ugh, I can't stand it :doh:! But i love your writings. They give me that wonderful tingle in my stomach and help to open my mind. Keep it up! :wink:
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Hench the fact that I wrote these MONTHS ago - I'm through what I guess I might call a writer's block as well - I have the ideas but I struggle to find the words and write them down; no time, courage nor patience to do so.
But I'm glad you liked it, and I suggest you take a look around the Library - there are many talented writers here as well, you'll find the works of great writing experts. :wink:
Thank you for the compliments, keep yourself inspired and let me know when you have posted some of your works!
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Disorder
From this world I want to be free
When you gaze into my eyes, they bleed
What in the hell is wrong with me?
What do you really think I need?
I don't know what should I believe
Oh, typical disaster ability
Why don't you see the things I see?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
When I kiss you, you freeze to death
All your words take away my breath
I ask myself...
Why are we to act like this?
Why of all our difference?
Why I dislike what you enjoy?
Why you loathe what I admire?
Why are you, my favorite boy?
Why am I your deep desire?
If you knew the things I go through
You wouldn't treat me the way you do
Why are you so cruel to me?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
Why does your woe make you happy;
Damaging me so willingly?
What in the hell is wrong with me?
You see, you must understand
Some things just get slightly
Out of hand...
You are a loving destroyer, no,
A destructive lover
Or is it my mental disorder?
If you could break me in two
Or else you'd comfort me too
Why I hate you more than I could?
Why I love you more than I should?
My mistakes are your prodigy,
All your flaws are my recovery...
Why don't you feel the way I feel?
What makes sense and what is real?
What is with all these tacky schemes?
Why my nightmares become your dreams?
Why don't you hear the things I hear?
Why do I love the things you fear?
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Why after forever, we still have trust?
What in the hell is wrong with us?
I LOOOVE this poem. :-D
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Awww thanks pal I thought no one would comment anymore. ::hugs::
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I'll always post, I'm a spam addict. But I really meant that. :-D
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Hello! My name is Petling and Im a spam addict!
Everybody: "Hy Petling!" *<:)
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Hi Petling! *Waves to her and giggles at the joke*
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*waves at Petling and stands up*
Do you all know what spam means?? Stuff Posing As Meat.
*sits back down nodding and looking all serious*
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*Looks at the serious Kadesh and exclaims with raised hands* The Chosen One has spoken! All hail the Poetic Wise One.
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Hail!!! :-D
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Hail?!
*<:)
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Awww.... now I feel all Hitler-ish. :@0
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Ok, would Ave Kadesh be better?! :roll:
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Oh Hell... I wasn't insulted! :-D
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Downhill
It was a normal average day
Finally I was going home
I was descending the stairs when
I received a sudden blow
Some mean guy shoved me,
And I fell down the stairs
That was a bit too cruel...
But don't think anyone cares!
Knocked me down, kicked my back
This guy said I was going to hell
I never expected such a attack
Everyone laughed as I fell
I looked up and saw it was him
My crush had loathed me
I gestured the finger at him
And I shouted angrily
Now I ask myself why he...
Treated me this way...
Why he enjoyed to hurt me,
Harming me everyday?
I was wondering to myself,
What would you do?
If you were in my place,
If this happened to you?
Would you make his life hell,
Or you'd let the rage pass?
Would've you taken on revenge
And stick that up his a$$?
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Moral of the story: Life is cruel because they are someone out there that wants nothing more than to cause you hell, any time, any place. And if you have a crush on someone and this person finds out and beats you up, they're retarded upper-class wormholes who think they're better than anyone else. They say I have issues and don't socialize properly, but I didn't call my friends to help beat up a girl like a coward, did I?! Oh I forgot to mention some lady dumped her drink over me before that happened, it was as if they together planned it out.
For those who love to concern about me, it's been a long time ago, I'm ok, there is nothing I can do about it so - besides the fact it interferes my concentration when the memory comes in flashbacks - I forgot it completely.
Stay tuned, there's more to come. :wink:
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Ohh.. SA... I dunno what to say... it was beautiful!
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I wanna grab Moloch & shove him up that b*stard's a$$. & then watch as Moloch rips his way out in a bloody (Pun intended) rage. Teach that jerk how hell really feels. :gun:
PS: All of that means it was a wonderful poem. Made me cry. :-D
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Ow..... what a jerk, did he know how you felt prior to the assault?
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I don't think 'jerk' is the correct term. I think 'guy' is more apt. And, no, I'm not man bashing. There is a HUGE difference between 'guys' and 'men'. When I look for someone to date.. I rule out the 'guys' immediately. 'Men' are a very very rare breed.
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Which is why we're friends. I'm trying to weed the 'guys' out of my life. And gods damn it, how'd I get dog hair up my sleeve????
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Exactly, I don't care how different the "man"can be, what makes a man a "man" is not being so pathetically coward for beating up a gal for fun. I wonder what made me target though, I guess it was because I was so outrageously different and I liked him - so he might have been disgusted by it and just decided to beat me to a pulp so no twisted weird chick would even think about him again. It was what I understood from his (their) intentions.
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I used to hate being the twisted weird chick... Now, I revel in it!!!
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Hmm..... i wonder if a vist from moloch could straighten this guy out................. *<:)
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That's right, we twisted weird chicks rock!! There are many benefits of being a sick and slightly unleveled goth gal sometimes... <^>
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Exactly...my favorite motto's Evil things come in small packages.
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Gee SA, I just read this.....
It made me feel sick in my stomach, really....
That guy deserves something evil upon him... and I bet he will get it, if he already didnt...
And yes... weird gals rule!!!! And to all those who dont think so: Fark you motherfarkers!!!! :evil:
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*<:) Y'all make me feel so much better now, you guys rock.
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Hon, you rock too, and you rock heavy!!!
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You're calling me FAT?!?! Lol, just kidding. *<:)
Thxs Nina. :-*
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There wouldn't even be a body for anyone to find. I promise you that. Though I also wouldn't need to buy meat for a few months either. Not even kidding, I really would. I hate farkers who beat on women. The worst part... SA isn't but a little thing too!
Don't Moloch!!! You might end up absorbing his vile, cowardly, weak, pathetic essence!!! :-o
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I second that. *shivers reluctantly at the thought*
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*I tackle Moloch before he can eat him in an attempt to save my deity.* *<:)
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Uhm... SA..... she touched him. :doh:
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Uh oh.
Eh, I guess it's allowed to do that if it's saving him from a terrible fate... :roll:
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& he better thank me for it too!!! No way am I letting him turn into a vile little pansy. :gun:
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Moloch.................. pansy....................
SA... now she's commited blasphemy.
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Meh. :-D
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Oh, well then in that case. *I stand up & dust my hands off.* Enjoy!!! *I walk away whistling.* *<:)
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Smart choice! *<:)
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I don't know why I haven't visited here much SA...my sincerest apologies. I will have to redeem myself somehow. I think I might make a delightfully twisted poem for you how's that sound? <^> Might take some time, though, so be patient.
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Yay!! The more twisted........ the better! :roll:
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Pity. So many people i knew gone off to greener pastures. I feel compelled to give their works a chance to shine.
(never read her's though)
Damn this is making me feel old.
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Great work! :-O
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What ever happened to our Sick Angel? ........ Did she really leave entirely?? I thought she wanted her account deleted?
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It was. She's a guest now.
Did it have anything to do with tybalt? i can't remember.
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Yeah... It had everything to do with him. Is he still around?
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Guy left Looong before you did kad. Don't cha remember?
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I know.. but I didn't know if he'd come back... or planned on it.