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 Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 7:32 am
If want some examples of my poetry, look into my journal, I post em there. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 5:03 pm
Wait to Bleed
this conversial epidemic
there's a hole inside her head
will it keep on twitching?
maybe there's a ghost left to be fed
when this jagged blade cuts deeper
thick into your chest
the scars might bleed cleaner now
lessen the chance of infection
and infest
I lie awake
as you lie dying
you might drain the sky
if you keep on crying
this sweet stabbing beauty
this tender muderous grace
would you keep on smiling
if I were to cut you off
from this deafening place?
with thin heavy metal razors and deft bent pins
I could see inside your hollow
where the marrow keeps,
there lies your dusty skeleton
and if I lead the way
would you follow?
and if I filled your corpse
would you still be hollow?
and how many hours left
how many more do you need?
for you to pin the pain
and wait to bleed?
I won't let you go
I won't let you see
a glimpse
of what you don't want to find
I won't let you feel
I won't let you fall
and I won't let you
have to go on
like this blind.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 5:48 pm
"Farewell to Arms"
The ice fell like pearls,
Soft on trees, crushing flowers,
Keeping cool under cracks where the earth was once dry.
Tears fell pacing, rolling for hours
As the last of them hid and prayed not to die.
But the silence of night was shattered by fire
Souls lifted high with a petrified stare
Gazed down to the one who stayed in the flowers
Amongst death and his tears, alone standing there.
His mind paced around reaching for answers
Among the days of his youth and the life not to come
Bodies walked around him over corpses, cadavers
A hell for most but a beauty for some.
A sound of thunder and a tick of the clock,
His eyes closed as he fell to the mud
The bodies strolled away in their own dead flock
As he dispersed to the earth his own dying blood.
They covered his gravestone with ivy and flowers
From the hills nearby and the walls of the chapel,
The shrines, the gold, the altars, tall towers
Rotting with dust, yet to be cleaned.
-Derrick Brown
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 10:40 am
Here is a comedic poem.
By Korubi:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
God got me pregnant
He might get you.
said by The "Virgin" Mary.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 3:05 pm
I really hope you all have a sense of humour >.> Otherwise I may get banned from the guild for this:
My Scary Dramatic Goth Poem
Oh, I am so dark.
Alone.
In the darkness that is dark.
And in this darkness
I think of you,
And how dark you are.
(And how you owe me $12.56)
And in my veins is darkness.
And red blood cells I think.
Dark
Red blood cells.
Oh the pain and the agony of being alive!
And stubbing your toe,
On the cat's goddamned scratching post.
That dark cat
And that dark scractching post
Of darkness.
Our love could have been eternal.
You know... if we were like
Immortal or something.
And if you hadn't run off
With that Latino school bus driver
(bus #56).
Oh I am so filled with angst!
No, wait...
Not angst...
Loaded spud potato chips.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 4:02 pm
Three of my poems:
My hands are covered in scars,
I am locked behind bars,
for a crime I did not comit,
my life is full of s**t.
I scream, cry behind my smiling mask,
hoping this nightmare will come to pass,
my shell turns to ash,
and my soul is smashed,
this is my death.
People see death as a horrid thing,
other as a new beginig,
some see it as fate,
I see it as an escape.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 12:07 pm
My poetry suck but here it goes.....
The darkness inside of me.
I became depress
it became my obession
when I tried to talk
you look away with no shame
when I cook
I look at the blade
it is sharp
Wanting to leave a mark
When I was lurking in darkness
with madness in my mind
it's driving me crazy
making murdeous look on my face
it make me hideous
I am currently now
I tried to cried for help
Yet no one yelp in return
time pass by, my day yet is
gloomier by the second
yet I am still alive ............
.............why...........
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 7:10 am
Twilight's Requiem
Shadows upon shadows,
Light within dark.
Death is only an illusion of the mind,
Truth is hidden behind a curtain of lies.
Moonlight, only a reflection of true light,
Starlight, only a memory of once was.
Life, only a reflection of true life,
Only a memory of once was.
Death's the curtain.
Mirror, Mirror...
Your love is a delusion
It has no true purpose,
No substance.
In this instance, love,
It is nothing more than a word.
The bedlam that brews in your mind
Has clouded your better judgment.
Truthfully in your heart of hearts,
You hate to love...
And love to hate.
The garden of red roses you have grown,
Only an illusion.
They are black...
Nothing but black.
I know this,
For I am crazier than you.
Your mirror is cracked.
Mine has shattered.
As Day turns to Ash
Four corners,
Their darkness offers no solace.
Through the cracks of the blinds
Light shines through,
But today is not a day for its comfort.
I sit there staring at a white ceiling
Present passing by
It is past
No future for lost time.
As you fall you seek an answer
To escape or to understand
Retreat from the unknown,
Easier of two decisions.
It is for naught
The blade opens the door,
Unknown suffocates all.
To understand...
You may not win,
But you'll no longer lose.
To understand is to breathe.
Soul of Grey
Black is the night, White is the day
Two sides of the same coin
We live by the will of another,
But our lives are defined by the will of self.
Many paths, many destinations
One journey
Evil and Good
Light and Dark
A world seen as either day or night
Many choose their paths
Either nocturnal or diurnal
They choose a destination,
I just want the journey.
Why just night or day
What of dusk and dawn
The between, the shadow?
Life has shown there is a God,
But it has also shown there is a Devil.
Live life not by predetermined love and hate,
But by heart.
Mine is a soul of grey.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:21 pm
Found and transfered from a thread entitled "gothic poems" trigrhapy what is your favorite poem, mine is this one, Were punchingdoors and stoning walls were breaking down the barriers and burning our world to ashes this kind of rage just comes too easily whats a another act of violence anyhow? well watch it on the news with popcorn at our sides it dosnt matter anymore were all stuck inside our cage hurling bricks through the windows is some sort of protest aginst our invisable enemy everyone is discrimanated against and no one sees justice anymore what can come frome this world as we set it ablaze? can we hope to achive anything when nothing but our total distruction will come close to filling our desires as i glaze into my crystal bullet and see the future as it is theres nothing but black ashes where our buildings once stood and dark black circles whare our souls once stood
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 4:41 pm
Internal Eternity
Well I think I'll now just turn off the lights
The timer went off for my medication again
I think I'll sit on my bedroom floor
And wait until the birds start to sing
I'll probably drink a spot of tea
To wake myself up upon the morrow
If the sun's not too bright, I may put up the blinds
Most likely I'll just wallow in shadows
On the arm of His evilest spawn, I'll walk
Sidled between the two knights of noble duelling
"Tomorrow" just slips so smooth off my lips
So the light may halt when it starts to burn
Papercuts split me right in half
Now all you may see is a bloody line down the middle of me
So I may be divided; I can walk through both walls;
I can run through the ground and swim in the atmosphere
Cookies and soft drinks till I may cease to be
And we smoked like chimneys till the night it turned ugly
But the sparkles gleamed right on through the garish night
In the hearts we held upon our iron ceilings
I would have bet the world that we'd always have each other;
Now I'd bet all my sixty-two cents that my skin won't fade from green
"Bleeding internally and running pretty endlessly" has been our lives
But you're pretty fair, and the world is pretty, and things were fairly beautiful
Shells will break, small animals' eardrums will burst
Apologize, I shall, for the cease of silence in my presence
My shriek is bolder against the dark than that of all Demons colliding
So sorry that I can't contain the internal eternity
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 5:42 pm
In Comparison
I want to be an individual
like all the other individuals
who look like me.
I want to be unique,
so i don the most fashionable
black uniform
i can find.
the funny thing is,
it works.
similar sensitivities
lead to similar tastes
leads to ostensible conformity
among unique individuals
much like the sameness of butterflies
in a world full of bees.
(thought this one appropriate for the guild. wrote it after putting an eagle scout in eyeliner and a skirt for the first time. *grin*)
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 2:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:46 pm
It's another old outdated poem from me post. Enjoy...
Dreams
My dreams are getting worse
Fragments of pain
They weren't always this way
They didn't used to remain
They seem to linger in my mind
And overtake my time
I worry about them day and night
Worried as to what I'll find
I learn within my dreams
Being taught lessons by him
But I can't desciffer the meanings
So far, the outlook is grim
Whirls of fantasy
Spinning out of control
I can't figure out what's fake and real
Are they reflections of my soul?
But something is going on
I can't figure out what
I seem to be getting clues
More than what I saught
But what is real?
What is not?
I can't distinguish
It's asking a lot...
Only fragments can be recalled
Only pieces of my dreams
In a world that is both real and not
Nothing is ever as it seem
I know that someone else is there
Trying to figure out how to teach me
Learning leasons is confusing
When I don't know what the subject be
Oh so many fragments
Spinning through my mind
Each time I explore one
I fear what I may find
The dreams become more vivid
When my teacher is near
But they are still distorted
Not entirly clear
Shifts in perspective still occur
And changes happen at a whim
They won't ever stay constant
Not even for him
But they become more confussing
Even harder to understand
When he comes to visit me
My dreams get out of hand
Visions fo what could be
Collide with my normal sleep
My lessons intensify
And I feel I'm in too deep
Nothing ever happens
The way I think it should
It's like I'm loosing control
Unable to do what I could
Things keep getting worse
And the line between reality and fantasty is getting thin
Elements of each are crossing into another
Is there any way to win?
When dreams and reality collide
What will happen then?
Will we join together side by side
Or reflect upon all that has been?
I fear the day when both meet
But I understand it's ineveitable
One day they will come together
I just hope they are compatible
I am afraid to close my eyes
Afraid to go to sleep
Afraid of what I'll find
Afraid of who I'll meet
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:51 pm
I'll start this off with A "I never did it, I just thought about it" and leave it at that for now.
Alone
The green of the earth
Mingles with the rain
As the babbling brook shares its mirth
It eases away the pain
I smell the blooming flowers
Along my path of life
Their curage gives me the power
To hold steady my knife
Its blade shines brightly in the sun
That peaks our for this occasion
For soon there will be none
To understand the persuasion
That led me to my end
Of this short, short path
So I slash my wrists and
Wait for the call of death
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 11:08 pm
About someone I used to call friend once, and her relationship with her father...*shuders*
Free?
Why do I run back to you?
I thought I had finally gotten away
You used to be a friend to me
But will you really stay?
Or will you leave me once again
After I save you from the storm
Would you take a piece of my soul
And then simply leave me torn?
I helped you once before
And healed your broken soul
But this time I don't believe
I could even bear the toll
I can't save you anymore
Not unless you want to be
I can't put myself throught this yet again
I just can't stand the missery
You dragged me down into your world
And then simply left me be
I broke free...eventually
And now I finally see
I can't save you from your world
It's not my lot in life anymore
I can only be here if you need me
That is it, and nothing more
You have to do this on your own
And in the end
The descision is yours alone.
You have to save yourself
From things that fly at night
There is nothing more I can do
This is not my fight
I can only stand by and watch
You bound and gagged me with my word
Made me promise not to speak
So not a word was ever heard
Now I wonder at my silence
Was it really right
To keep hidden from the world
The depths of your plight?
Shouldn't I have screamed out
"That b*****d tried to kill her!"
When he pulled a steak knife on you
During the middle of dinner?
But I sat quietly
And just let things be
Because you made me promise
Which defies all logic for me
Shouldn't I scream him name
Till my lungs burn with a need for air?
Shouldn't I find a way
To get you out of there?
But yet I can't betray
The trust you gave to me
Even if it means
I can't set the truth free.
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