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The Poems of Noir
Devinoir:
I wrote this one tonight.
Insomnia
There are these nights I cannot sleep,
Nights that pass just more like weeks,
Nights I have to sit and weep
For a whore like you so cheap.
Is it something I had done
To deserve this spiteful pain?
To make me hide away from sun,
To think of you each time it rains..
I loved you once, I hate you now,
There is no difference somehow,
As to what I felt and feel -
Love and hate take turns to kill.
There are these wounds that cannot heal,
There are these scars that shall remain,
And not a thing that's left to feel,
And not a thing that I can mend.
I turn my eyes to something dark,
Something lurking in my heart -
The time has come to let it out,
To let it houl and let it shout.
'Cause these sad tears ain't worth a thing,
'Cause these nights - they were a loss,
I'll find another whore for me,
A lot of them I come across.
There are these nights I think it's you,
My eyes tell me it's not true,
She's much more beautiful than you,
I laugh and say that beauty's cruel.
Moloch:
Read anything and everything you can get your hands on, even cereal boxes and the toilet paper wrapper. There's no such thing as reading too much.
Ryobi:
Dayumm noir these are some good ideas and pieces, the thing I've found with poetry is that a good poem is either added to and improved over years and years or written in one moment and never touched again.
The first is beautiful, darker, colder and perfected because it is so much about the thoughts the second method usually makes for a fiery and more emotional piece but usually still as beautiful because it speaks more from the heart than from reason.
Like Moloch said read, read, read. You're already doing some great things with words mate.
I especially like this verse:
I turn my eyes to something dark,
Something lurking in my heart -
The time has come to let it out,
To let it howl and let it shout.
The simple language adds to this, it makes me think of primal instinct.
Devinoir:
--- Quote from: Ryobi on June 17, 2009, 01:48:10 AM ---Dayumm noir these are some good ideas and pieces, the thing I've found with poetry is that a good poem is either added to and improved over years and years or written in one moment and never touched again.
The first is beautiful, darker, colder and perfected because it is so much about the thoughts the second method usually makes for a fiery and more emotional piece but usually still as beautiful because it speaks more from the heart than from reason.
Like Moloch said read, read, read. You're already doing some great things with words mate.
I especially like this verse:
I turn my eyes to something dark,
Something lurking in my heart -
The time has come to let it out,
To let it howl and let it shout.
The simple language adds to this, it makes me think of primal instinct.
--- End quote ---
Thanks girl, this means a lot.
Devinoir:
To Her
I saw you turn into a ghost
To come and haunt my dreams,
I saw my path to end, I'm lost,
I'm lost, and you're outside my reach.
You can't save me, I won't ask,
You came from some forgotten world,
A world I now have come to hate,
A world where souls are bought and sold.
I saw you float into my life,
I saw you crush into my dreams,
I saw you coming in the night,
In dark, when nothing's as it seems.
And now we're done,
You're just a ghost.
Here comes the sun...
Oh how I'm lost.
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