original dutch version:
Één volk, één rijk, één heerser

Een miljoenenleger op mars
Geschaard onder een kruis vol idealen
Onderweg een spoor van vernieling
Pogroms van bijbelse proporties
Op weg naar het Oosten
Waar een stad ligt te wachten
In een gradelijke gratie aan de levensader
Verzwolgen in een oosterse stroom
Een kruistocht tegen een rode en stalen man
Maar de rosse baard is mislukt
Idealen vervagen en leven wordt moordend
Niet sacraal, maar massacraal

english translation:
one people, one empire, one ruler

an army of millions marching
behind a cross full of ideals
on their way a trail of destruction
pogroms of biblical proportions
on their way to the east
where a city is waiting
in a gradeful grace on the vein of life
lapped in an eastern river
a crusade against a red and steel man
but the ginger beard has failed
ideals fade and life becomes murderous
not sacral but massacral

the dutch version is better because i put some wordgames in it, but i can't translate it with the same games in it. it's a comparison of the crusades with operation barbarossa (nazi attack on ussr)

Written by belisarius on 23.03.2008 at 19:43

original dutch version:
Één volk, één rijk, één heerser

Een miljoenenleger op mars
Geschaard onder een kruis vol idealen
Onderweg een spoor van vernieling
Pogroms van bijbelse proporties
Op weg naar het Oosten
Waar een stad ligt te wachten
In een gradelijke gratie aan de levensader
Verzwolgen in een oosterse stroom
Een kruistocht tegen een rode en stalen man
Maar de rosse baard is mislukt
Idealen vervagen en leven wordt moordend
Niet sacraal, maar massacraal

english translation:
one people, one empire, one ruler

an army of millions marching
behind a cross full of ideals
on their way a trail of destruction
pogroms of biblical proportions
on their way to the east
where a city is waiting
in a gradeful grace on the vein of life
lapped in an eastern river
a crusade against a red and steel man
but the ginger beard has failed
ideals fade and life becomes murderous
not sacral but massacral

the dutch version is better because i put some wordgames in it, but i can't translate it with the same games in it. it's a comparison of the crusades with operation barbarossa (nazi attack on ussr)

Is it anti-communist by attitude or not?

Written by FOOCK Nam on 26.03.2008 at 19:13

Written by belisarius on 23.03.2008 at 19:43

original dutch version:
Één volk, één rijk, één heerser

Een miljoenenleger op mars
Geschaard onder een kruis vol idealen
Onderweg een spoor van vernieling
Pogroms van bijbelse proporties
Op weg naar het Oosten
Waar een stad ligt te wachten
In een gradelijke gratie aan de levensader
Verzwolgen in een oosterse stroom
Een kruistocht tegen een rode en stalen man
Maar de rosse baard is mislukt
Idealen vervagen en leven wordt moordend
Niet sacraal, maar massacraal

english translation:
one people, one empire, one ruler

an army of millions marching
behind a cross full of ideals
on their way a trail of destruction
pogroms of biblical proportions
on their way to the east
where a city is waiting
in a gradeful grace on the vein of life
lapped in an eastern river
a crusade against a red and steel man
but the ginger beard has failed
ideals fade and life becomes murderous
not sacral but massacral

the dutch version is better because i put some wordgames in it, but i can't translate it with the same games in it. it's a comparison of the crusades with operation barbarossa (nazi attack on ussr)

Is it anti-communist by attitude or not?

Why its in duitch not german

Written by Bad English on 26.03.2008 at 19:25

Written by FOOCK Nam on 26.03.2008 at 19:13

Written by belisarius on 23.03.2008 at 19:43

original dutch version:
Één volk, één rijk, één heerser

Een miljoenenleger op mars
Geschaard onder een kruis vol idealen
Onderweg een spoor van vernieling
Pogroms van bijbelse proporties
Op weg naar het Oosten
Waar een stad ligt te wachten
In een gradelijke gratie aan de levensader
Verzwolgen in een oosterse stroom
Een kruistocht tegen een rode en stalen man
Maar de rosse baard is mislukt
Idealen vervagen en leven wordt moordend
Niet sacraal, maar massacraal

english translation:
one people, one empire, one ruler

an army of millions marching
behind a cross full of ideals
on their way a trail of destruction
pogroms of biblical proportions
on their way to the east
where a city is waiting
in a gradeful grace on the vein of life
lapped in an eastern river
a crusade against a red and steel man
but the ginger beard has failed
ideals fade and life becomes murderous
not sacral but massacral

the dutch version is better because i put some wordgames in it, but i can't translate it with the same games in it. it's a comparison of the crusades with operation barbarossa (nazi attack on ussr)

Is it anti-communist by attitude or not?

Why its in duitch not german

I wonder the samething, maybe you should ask the starter, or this is miss-quote

Quote:

Written by FOOCK Nam on 27.03.2008 at 18:12

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Why its in duitch not german

I wonder the samething, maybe you should ask the starter, or this is miss-quote

I know its duitch no german

because i speak dutch and i made it as a homework for dutch, maybe i can make it in german, but then i'll have to change some things and no it's not anticommunist, rather antinazistic

Untiled

Firts kiss will open bock of new life
and you die
and never know how it wold be
but you dreaming about
...but die

Firts kiss, its like suicide
and you're banished from the paradise
and never will knkw how it would be
after you wold die naturaly

Firts kiss, and you die
and love are carved in stone
like tail of your life
was writen uncorect

firts kiss never hepened
'cause you die
and let me whit pen
and maybe I can wrote it all diferent?

This Awakening

Wax slithers down her physique,
Strewn cross her bed, aflame and weak.
Lavender sheets caress white candle's vein,
Her heart just as hot, waxed and slain.
Eyes of stone, awake from her slumber.
Hair pressed perfect, but rusted in umber.
The bare naked corpse, cold and shaking.
Under these new lit candles, she is awakening.

The incense that masks the smell of blood curtled screams,
Is savoured with a smile that pressed away the dreams.
The lively insanity, the scars that mark the kiss of fear,
Slowly float away, as liquid joy sparks to tear.
The animated realm of her mind, the questions unanswered,
No longer exist, her demons now cancered.
The prince charming hand that took her own,
Once took the time, to mutter and groan.
Never sensitive, he took her with a grapple,
Planting the seeds of her most poisonous apple.

Day by day, she flustered in her life's rebirth,
Clenching her teeth, her heart in the hearth.
Time after time, drew forth the breach of trust,
The tears that came forward, only brought her to rust.
Quietly weeping,
Silently sleeping.
The world crumbled to charcoal as her eyes slit shut.
No more should she worry, no more should she rut.
In this time of darkness, she hoped to have no pain,
Away from poison perhaps, but scars still remain.

Anon the castle of her mind rotted away,
Asylum for the senseless, gone astray.
But before this awakening, in duration of her slumber,
In her ashen hair, hued of umber,
The hands that caressed, senseless and shaking,
Were now what bring her, in this awakening.

The Sad Truth
Cut after cut, pill after pill
She's trying to forget her pain
Hit after hit, joint after joint
He thinks he has no more to gain
Condom after condom, boy after boy
She thinks they all have more to offer
Tweaker after tweaker, sale after sale
He thinks this is what it takes to prosper

Written by midnight:raven on 21.04.2008 at 09:39

The Sad Truth
Cut after cut, pill after pill
She's trying to forget her pain
Hit after hit, joint after joint
He thinks he has no more to gain
Condom after condom, boy after boy
She thinks they all have more to offer
Tweaker after tweaker, sale after sale
He thinks this is what it takes to prosper

this is very nice the way it is written and it has a couple of truths i guess,
but at the same time i think it is very pessimistic, more like the 2 people
are creating their problems themselves...they could easily change their lives...

I took one of the songs that I wrote and changed it to a poem format. It's a poem about the chaos of drug addiction, while the origional song was specifically about those who use drugs as a means of escape from reality. But yeah, in case anyone's ever read the book "Brave New World" It's called Somma Vacation:

Cut, deep in pain, irrational, unexplained
Reality a demon, wild and untamed
With heavy chains pulled down to earth and enslaved
In the end there's no escape, uncontrollable pains

Reality becomes as a dream filled with blaze
Persistant fire, heart of desire, wander in a daze
Life's maze is but a laberynth without end
In loss you turn the same corners, following a trend

It's a love that never dies; symptom held in the eyes
walking down this path, current state is something dispised
Powerless in life and so willpower is killed
Mentality lags and so the mind is rilled

A want to avoid life, but not to die
Yet sometimes it's so, sometimes it's tried
Unable to cope, lost hope, lying with satan
Trapped forever more, in a Somma Vacation

High rises, decayed cities, degredation of life
Blackened lung, dead organs, actions beget strife
Avenue of your childhood cracked, memories of rocks and smacks
And so in this, ruin is taken as wife

Moral confliction, Isolation from the world
But such is fate to current state hath been hurled
Contempt of self and also hatred, cast blame
The fabric once known as happiness unraveled, unfurled

But one character held inside a great tragedy
as one stumbles with agony tredding into the sea
it has withered and died without blossom
lying dry and unatended, a felled white tree

A want to avoid life, but not to die
Yet sometimes it's so, sometimes it's tried
Unable to cope, lost hope, lying with satan
Trapped forever more, in a Somma Vacation

Jails, institutions, and death, always prayed for
To help escape a prison self forged
Yet in life this si all that's known
Empty desolate path that a portrait has shown

Watching men die, sight from the beholders eye
watch children cry, walking blind, task hard to try
There was too much venom, the fang sunk in them
But it was self willed by desire to fly

Mad laughter escapes, through hearts it penetrates
A sign of impending doom, the soul degenerates
The world swoons, heart races, curl up, lay down
Darkness then conquers, last cry for help is drown

A want to avoid life, but not to die
Yet sometimes it's so, sometimes it's tried
Unable to cope, lost hope, No longer waiting
Ended in death was the Somma Vacation

Written by addiction on 24.04.2008 at 16:33

Written by midnight:raven on 21.04.2008 at 09:39

The Sad Truth
Cut after cut, pill after pill
She's trying to forget her pain
Hit after hit, joint after joint
He thinks he has no more to gain
Condom after condom, boy after boy
She thinks they all have more to offer
Tweaker after tweaker, sale after sale
He thinks this is what it takes to prosper

this is very nice the way it is written and it has a couple of truths i guess,
but at the same time i think it is very pessimistic, more like the 2 people
are creating their problems themselves...they could easily change their lives...

Yes but ordinarily poems are written in order to portray a personal emotion that the artist is dealing with, though not always. Even if that's not the case though, it may reflect problems that people are going through elsewhere and such poetry helps those people have something to identify with. By the way, Addiction, whether to drugs, sex, or self harm, is NEVER easy to change. It's not something you can understand unless you've been through it.

Written by Arian Totalis on 08.05.2008 at 04:27

Yes but ordinarily poems are written in order to portray a personal emotion that the artist is dealing with, though not always. Even if that's not the case though, it may reflect problems that people are going through elsewhere and such poetry helps those people have something to identify with. By the way, Addiction, whether to drugs, sex, or self harm, is NEVER easy to change. It's not something you can understand unless you've been through it.

i must laugh with your post...forgive me....and though i tried to say it in a nice way, i will tell you what i meant....the lyrics are very childish and pseudoproblematic....the way she wrote is nice but the actual words are not at all...
and you really do not have to explain to me what poetry is about....it is a bit funny...and if someone can identify with the false teenage angst of that poem, they need to grow up....
and as far as addiction goes...it is never easy to deal with, but please dont tell me about yet again false teenage addictions that only exist in teenagers' minds....my nickname is addiction for a reason you know....and for an 18 year old trying to explain to me what addiction is.....you have to be fucking kidding me....but thank you for your insightful intervention none the less...

Written by addiction on 08.05.2008 at 22:16

Written by Arian Totalis on 08.05.2008 at 04:27

Yes but ordinarily poems are written in order to portray a personal emotion that the artist is dealing with, though not always. Even if that's not the case though, it may reflect problems that people are going through elsewhere and such poetry helps those people have something to identify with. By the way, Addiction, whether to drugs, sex, or self harm, is NEVER easy to change. It's not something you can understand unless you've been through it.

i must laugh with your post...forgive me....and though i tried to say it in a nice way, i will tell you what i meant....the lyrics are very childish and pseudoproblematic....the way she wrote is nice but the actual words are not at all...
and you really do not have to explain to me what poetry is about....it is a bit funny...and if someone can identify with the false teenage angst of that poem, they need to grow up....
and as far as addiction goes...it is never easy to deal with, but please dont tell me about yet again false teenage addictions that only exist in teenagers' minds....my nickname is addiction for a reason you know....and for an 18 year old trying to explain to me what addiction is.....you have to be fucking kidding me....but thank you for your insightful intervention none the less...

Wow, you know, I wasn't really an asshole to you, so there was really no need to attempt to return the favor.

The fact that I'm eighteen doesn't mean that I don't know what addiction is. The fact is, I've seen it my whole life. I've watched others I love go through it, I've heard people tell stories of all the shit they've been through (these people younger, the same age, AND considerably older than yourself) and I've even been through it myself. If there's one thing i've learned it's that it's something that never dies. Once you're addicted to something, you're never unaddicted, and whether or not you're actively doing it, it's still there. Most drug addicts become the way they are WHILE they're kids by the way. I'm not going to judge you and say that you don't know what true addiction is, because I know that addicts can be self centered and judgemental. But what I CAN say is that you need to expand your mental horizons beyond age buddy.

"If someone can identify with the false teenage angst in that poem, they need to grow up"......how about this, you look at real life, real life situations, and you'll realize the reality is that that kind of angst isn't false for ALOT of people, and that it's a real problem. Maybe when you see that, you'll grow up, "kid."

Written by Arian Totalis on 09.05.2008 at 05:34

Wow, you know, I wasn't really an asshole to you, so there was really no need to attempt to return the favor.

The fact that I'm eighteen doesn't mean that I don't know what addiction is. The fact is, I've seen it my whole life. I've watched others I love go through it, I've heard people tell stories of all the shit they've been through (these people younger, the same age, AND considerably older than yourself) and I've even been through it myself. If there's one thing i've learned it's that it's something that never dies. Once you're addicted to something, you're never unaddicted, and whether or not you're actively doing it, it's still there. Most drug addicts become the way they are WHILE they're kids by the way. I'm not going to judge you and say that you don't know what true addiction is, because I know that addicts can be self centered and judgemental. But what I CAN say is that you need to expand your mental horizons beyond age buddy.

"If someone can identify with the false teenage angst in that poem, they need to grow up"......how about this, you look at real life, real life situations, and you'll realize the reality is that that kind of angst isn't false for ALOT of people, and that it's a real problem. Maybe when you see that, you'll grow up, "kid."

first of all lets start from the fact that you were offensive to me in the first post...if you dont realise that then you have serious character problems....

secondly about addiction and life problems....of course 18 year olds can have addictions and serisou problems in their lives, i never denied that. but i really think you are presenting your life or other's around you a little bit too serious, certainly more serious than they are. you are talking about the shit and stuff they have been through...so fucking what? every single person in this world has problems, it is the way you deal with them that separates you from the rest. apparently people there cannot deal with them that well...but that does not mean that their 'problems' are serious....they are just shit in dealing with them, so thats completely their problem....

"you need to expand your mental horizons beyond age buddy"....again you have to be joking...every single teenager when told they do not know some things because of their age give the same answer....which is stupid....but you are forgetting one very important thing....not very long ago i was that age and i know how i was thinking then and how i think now...i can make a comparison between the 2 ages and you cannot....so i can say that in some matters you absolutely do not have the experience to talk about them....and that has nothing to do with me saying that 18 year olds dont have the brain to think some things...i am just saying they do not have the experience, whether you like it or not....so once again let me laugh about your comment....

and about your last comment about the comment i made about that specific poem...."real life, real life situations, and you'll realize the reality is that that kind of angst isn't false for ALOT of people, and that it's a real problem".................are you blind??? reading that poem you see real problems????????????????????????? are you kidding me???? please say that you didnt mean that about the 'problems' in that specific poem, because if you think it was referring to actual problems it is not that you are young and you dont get tha difference but rather stupid. if you were not talking about that specific poem, i withdraw the stupid part.
and if you were not talking specifically about it, then as you say those things are real problems for a lot of people....funnily enough all those people you are referring to are teenagers....and as you finished your whole comment....once you see that, it means you have grown up....kid....

Written by addiction on 09.05.2008 at 18:04

Written by Arian Totalis on 09.05.2008 at 05:34

Wow, you know, I wasn't really an asshole to you, so there was really no need to attempt to return the favor.

The fact that I'm eighteen doesn't mean that I don't know what addiction is. The fact is, I've seen it my whole life. I've watched others I love go through it, I've heard people tell stories of all the shit they've been through (these people younger, the same age, AND considerably older than yourself) and I've even been through it myself. If there's one thing i've learned it's that it's something that never dies. Once you're addicted to something, you're never unaddicted, and whether or not you're actively doing it, it's still there. Most drug addicts become the way they are WHILE they're kids by the way. I'm not going to judge you and say that you don't know what true addiction is, because I know that addicts can be self centered and judgemental. But what I CAN say is that you need to expand your mental horizons beyond age buddy.

"If someone can identify with the false teenage angst in that poem, they need to grow up"......how about this, you look at real life, real life situations, and you'll realize the reality is that that kind of angst isn't false for ALOT of people, and that it's a real problem. Maybe when you see that, you'll grow up, "kid."

first of all lets start from the fact that you were offensive to me in the first post...if you dont realise that then you have serious character problems....

secondly about addiction and life problems....of course 18 year olds can have addictions and serisou problems in their lives, i never denied that. but i really think you are presenting your life or other's around you a little bit too serious, certainly more serious than they are. you are talking about the shit and stuff they have been through...so fucking what? every single person in this world has problems, it is the way you deal with them that separates you from the rest. apparently people there cannot deal with them that well...but that does not mean that their 'problems' are serious....they are just shit in dealing with them, so thats completely their problem....

"you need to expand your mental horizons beyond age buddy"....again you have to be joking...every single teenager when told they do not know some things because of their age give the same answer....which is stupid....but you are forgetting one very important thing....not very long ago i was that age and i know how i was thinking then and how i think now...i can make a comparison between the 2 ages and you cannot....so i can say that in some matters you absolutely do not have the experience to talk about them....and that has nothing to do with me saying that 18 year olds dont have the brain to think some things...i am just saying they do not have the experience, whether you like it or not....so once again let me laugh about your comment....

and about your last comment about the comment i made about that specific poem...."real life, real life situations, and you'll realize the reality is that that kind of angst isn't false for ALOT of people, and that it's a real problem".................are you blind??? reading that poem you see real problems????????????????????????? are you kidding me???? please say that you didnt mean that about the 'problems' in that specific poem, because if you think it was referring to actual problems it is not that you are young and you dont get tha difference but rather stupid. if you were not talking about that specific poem, i withdraw the stupid part.
and if you were not talking specifically about it, then as you say those things are real problems for a lot of people....funnily enough all those people you are referring to are teenagers....and as you finished your whole comment....once you see that, it means you have grown up....kid....

No....no I wasn't offensive....maybe you interpreted it that way, but it's not my fault if you reacted the way you did and blew it out of proportion.

Yes, true enough that everyone of any age group has their problems, but some problems are more serious than others. All I was trying to get at is that through poetry people have an expression of feeling in order to deal with their problems, and it's a little more than "False teenage angst" as you so seem to believe. What's more, by you calling it "False teenage angst" you have portrayed to me that you must not consider such problems to be serious, so yes, I do believe that we could say that you denied that.

No, age does not bring experience, EXPERIENCE does. For example, some eighteen year olds have been through shit that some thirty year olds never have been, and so inherently are more expericed in that realm. To simply say that just because you're older than me makes me less experienced than you is simply rediculous. Like I said, your mental horizons are closed, you need to open them.

*sigh* Yes, I was refering to the problems in that specific poem. And those problems are real, for people of all ages. Addiction to sex, addiction to drugs, and addiction to self injury, all these things are not to be taken lightly in a genuine situation, and by your constantly refering to me as "stupid" and also her poem as such, only makes me realize all the more the hypocrisy behind your statement.

Written by Arian Totalis on 10.05.2008 at 18:46

No....no I wasn't offensive....maybe you interpreted it that way, but it's not my fault if you reacted the way you did and blew it out of proportion.

Yes, true enough that everyone of any age group has their problems, but some problems are more serious than others. All I was trying to get at is that through poetry people have an expression of feeling in order to deal with their problems, and it's a little more than "False teenage angst" as you so seem to believe. What's more, by you calling it "False teenage angst" you have portrayed to me that you must not consider such problems to be serious, so yes, I do believe that we could say that you denied that.

No, age does not bring experience, EXPERIENCE does. For example, some eighteen year olds have been through shit that some thirty year olds never have been, and so inherently are more expericed in that realm. To simply say that just because you're older than me makes me less experienced than you is simply rediculous. Like I said, your mental horizons are closed, you need to open them.

*sigh* Yes, I was refering to the problems in that specific poem. And those problems are real, for people of all ages. Addiction to sex, addiction to drugs, and addiction to self injury, all these things are not to be taken lightly in a genuine situation, and by your constantly refering to me as "stupid" and also her poem as such, only makes me realize all the more the hypocrisy behind your statement.

ok last post cos this is getting a bit boring. yes you were offensive in the first post, because you assumed i didnt know something pretty simple and tried to explain it to me...and you had no idea who you were talking to, so i do give you the benefit of the doubt, although i shouldnt, but i am in a good mood now.

about teenage angst and such....yes it is teenage angst and these 'problems' are usually blown out of proportion....a few thousand years of teenagers acting in a weird way have shown that, so no, i am absolutely not wrong in this one whether you liek it or not....and for fucks sake, i was a teenager a few years back....so dont try to show me something i know...instead take someone's opinion that actually has been through everything you are going through now. instead of denying that i could know more on these things than you.

about experience. yes there are some young people that have more experience than people older than them, but then again i think this is quite an extreme case. usually 90% of the time, older people have more experience, and this is the case with us 2 as well....and you saying that experience brings experience.....please dont make such mistakes and think what you are saying first. to have experience you need to live through things, to live through things time passes and you get older....therefore age does bring experience....its pure logic my friend and since quite ammusingly lately i am trying to find out such things in my research (in university i mean) please allow me to enlighten you in this front...and my mental horizons are pretty open and i am surprised you dont get that....for starters i am discussing this with you instead of turning my back to you because i think i am superior because of my age and experience....and you dont seem to appreciate me doing this....so i think you are the one who should stop being stubborn and trying to deny what i am telling you.

and about the hypocrisy in my statement as you said....i said i like the way she writes....i just think she could write the same things without sounding like an angsty teenager...and again please dont use the word addiction so much....it sounds like most people are addicted to something to the point where it is a disease for all of them!!!!! so almost every single person in the world has serious addiction problems according to you. addiction is not something that should be taken lightly like that so stop using it like....it is annoying to people who had or still have addictions....REAL addictions and not the ones people sometimes create in their minds to justify their actions....so there was no hypocrisy in my statement and i never said the poem is stupid. but if by reading the poem you go "wow these words are so true!" then you are definitely 100% stupid...

so for once in your life dont try to disagree here again....if you do disagree then i really dont think i can make you see things from another perspective, since it is you who needs to open up your mind more and not me...been there done that....

I red that girl poem, she 's 15 sorry such deep poem about pain and love, sorry for me its looks ridicilus that people in age 15 care about love and feel wasted and sad aftre broke up
IO care tehn about football and alcohol , start care about music and enjoy life what it can give to me,

condom after condom .... in age 15 I can not coment this because there''s nothing to comment

I agree about life expierience, I belive life starts not whn you're born but whn you start live independent, get first job. sellery and get firts thinks y your self not parents and whit out anybody help and those problems what we had before 18 are so stupid, I remeber teenage magasines
all was fullw hit help me ny bf dont likes me ehhh, im 13 years oldgirl, I need big brests, and if I wont have sex aftre 2 days I kill my self ...

Better thay shood enjoy childhood whyle can becaus ethat time sruns so fast

Damn this is poetry tread and I miss Raged Dreemer and Torelli posts here , and Estonain girl dont post here too

I think K7 should write more poems.

Written by Dangerboner on 23.06.2008 at 10:04

I think K7 should write more poems.

No insipration, no inspiration , but your post was real or sarcasm?

It was real

Written by Dangerboner on 23.06.2008 at 10:04

I think K7 should write more poems.

He's very talented. I've read a lot of his work, fortunately, I always tell him he should keep writing.

In the meantime, I'm writing again. Here they are:


no other lights

there are no other lights besides mine.
everything else around me is but a silenced vapour.
everything i lost inside the fog.
what makes me weak shines with my shadow.

there is no-one else besides me.
there is no-one else to see me.
no-one else to tell me
that the light bulbs i see
are the bones of infinity.

and because there are no other lights besides mine
i am invisible to everything else that tries to touch me.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i wonder what we could do by the lanterns

i wonder what we could do by the lanterns.
i wonder if lanterns can love.
do they?

i wonder if we could walk by the lanterns.
i wonder if we can love.
i wonder if the light could turn our flesh into ghosts.

can we go stare at the lanterns?
just stay with them and stare.
could we turn them into people?
empty people like us.

I just created a poem using mainly the stream of consciousness method.

Three trees to dig
four five six leaves
abandoned house decaying
beneath

@Bloodtears: I like those - particularly the first one.


This is the first thing I've written after a few months of nothing. Not much, I know, but I have started on something more substantial.

Voices
Malevolent presence
whispers of ill

Unwelcome yet they come
poisoning psychosis

Unholy utterings
voices of the damned

Curse them to Hell
and die alone once again

Written by BloodTears on 02.07.2008 at 23:04

Written by Dangerboner on 23.06.2008 at 10:04

I think K7 should write more poems.

He's very talented. I've read a lot of his work, fortunately, I always tell him he should keep writing.

Thank you
I almoust wrote something last night, but unfortuynatly I shood be wake up early this morning and I didnt do it , but soon soon I will return here

Damned-In-Black - I realy love lats line , this is this realy I love it

@K7, thank you - glad you like.

Something more I wrote just now:

Dagger
Silent and serene
casting a vigil
warm and vast
over life's heart

Desperate and haunted
a shadow it does hold
flittering and brittle
over life's heart

Silent once-more turned
now blackened is its glow
Night-time falls eternal
over the warmth of life

A memory unbroken
twisted shell of yesterday
A final laugh unfettered
at life's final dismay

From beacon to blackened dagger
all hope has fled this day

Lovers in the autumn('cause love is one season illusion)

When darkness ask you to dance
and candle flame shows how beautufull she is
even blind man can see
meaning of fallen leaves in autumn

Lovers in the autumn
Kissing sweet tear drows
Lovers in the autumn
Wishing this season never stops

She isnt alone(but trills are inside)
young girl still dont know what is PAIN
'cause love its one season illusion

He isnt alone (but trills are inside)
young man up whit smile
'cause love its one season illusion

Lulaby's in moolight
and soft handshakes before last night
whit out goodby and knowing why
once shared bad are emty now
and winter freezed otherside of it
and non of use will understand why
lovers can be only in autumn?





Long time I havnt write and now I wrote this one, damn realy I feel like lovers can be in autumn and I neber actualöy belived into it, but also can not write perfect anti love poem

"survival of the sickest"

shame filled eyes that are cursed for their carriers disease
reflections to obtain some conciousness of this illness
but a pulsing runs dryly through me awaking this creed
for a moment lost that has no consequence
part of me is complete while i begin the slaying of the weak
a dream that breaks from the reality i cease to believe
in paranoia i drown, this world of mine, so fucking bleak
ripping out the fetus of this new day so barely conceived
i watch how i fall apart, longing and departing
and when i awake from this nightmare tearing at my seams
surviving in this decay that has a rotting rate barely started
being severed before yourself is harder than it seems
exhuming this dream buried beneath the mutilation
of the aborted hope violently torn from my mind
this light that pours into the darkness of my consolation
is forever changing with what i never wanted to comprehend
but leading me transparent through the wastes of trust
that twisted faith among my hands that severed my vanity
so silently i walk among the decaying lust
who has tainted my wants and broken my incongruity
seeping into my mind that falls beneath destruction
destructor of my pride, you built away from me
but my expectation continues to drop through retraction
i've sought to walk away, but something has haunted me here

Written by Damned-In-Black on 19.07.2008 at 02:18

@Bloodtears: I like those - particularly the first one.


This is the first thing I've written after a few months of nothing. Not much, I know, but I have started on something more substantial.

Voices
Malevolent presence
whispers of ill

Unwelcome yet they come
poisoning psychosis

Unholy utterings
voices of the damned

Curse them to Hell
and die alone once again

Was this meant to be lyrics for a song? Cuz I think it could work