Written by BloodTears on 28.07.2008 at 20:19

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

Hmm, no.. I've never written anything with the intention of it having the possibility of being lyrics for a song, so I guess it's purely 'by accident' if it seems this way Thanks for the feedback! I'm always curious to hear thoughts like that..

Written by Damned-In-Black on 29.07.2008 at 11:00

Written by BloodTears on 28.07.2008 at 20:19

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

Hmm, no.. I've never written anything with the intention of it having the possibility of being lyrics for a song, so I guess it's purely 'by accident' if it seems this way Thanks for the feedback! I'm always curious to hear thoughts like that..

You're welcome. Thanks for your comment as well.

Looking forward to reading more.

Hey everyone!. I have been long gone, I know. But I didn't write anything in 4-5 months. But now I'm back in track and write even more rougher and crazier things than ever. And here it comes:

Enjoy!.

day three

a natural disaster has 9 crimes.
a sense of purity
like acoustic act of the voice

all that we need is a prayer
for all the right reasons.
get away from the fire of the sun
& the time has hidden heart behind closed doors.
believe.
this is the secret of the need.
there is changing of times.
a city of evil.
come back & check your colony.
two million soldiers.

falling away from memories.
falling away from the house of secrets.
its meeting with myself.
it is how the darkness came into my basement,
he drew black oranges on my black plate.
this is my own prison.
an anatomy of nightmares.
and this is it!.

Wait!.
There are other open doors to pass by.
Another out of space experience.
and the trees are holding their last breathe
in the basement of seasons.
seventeen days to die, to control the feeling
that i might finally become seer.

but there is somebody outside.
behind these doors.
waiting.
but there is somebody.
someday.
sometimes.

MHK.

@ Damned-In-Black: Dagger: Okay. I kinda like that you use so short lines and all. But for me, there is something missing in this poem. Thought of this don't follow my brain. So 'cause of that it is hard to read it. But don't take my opinion so seriously. I'm just being open. And honest. But the theme of this poem of yours is heavy. And I like how you have ended it. Yeah. The beginning of this poem is a little bit confusing, but the end is getting clearer. Keep writing, 'cause practice makes us all better.

@ Kariasakis7: Lovers in the autumn('cause love is one season illusion): I really loved the beginning of this poem!. It gave me thrills. Honestly!. And I can see that you caught the meaning of the autumn!.

Written by [user id=1206] on 30.07.2008 at 20:38


@ Kariasakis7: Lovers in the autumn('cause love is one season illusion): I really loved the beginning of this poem!. It gave me thrills. Honestly!. And I can see that you caught the meaning of the autumn!.

Hhehe I wount write it if I wasnt in Sweden, far far nord, God gives 2-3 weeks of normal Europain summers and I try get us much us I can from it then it comes autum, so fast, so long, people get depresed

Written by Bad English on 30.07.2008 at 21:06

Written by [user id=1206] on 30.07.2008 at 20:38


@ Kariasakis7: Lovers in the autumn('cause love is one season illusion): I really loved the beginning of this poem!. It gave me thrills. Honestly!. And I can see that you caught the meaning of the autumn!.

Hhehe I wount write it if I wasnt in Sweden, far far nord, God gives 2-3 weeks of normal Europain summers and I try get us much us I can from it then it comes autum, so fast, so long, people get depresed

Then I understand. (: But I prefer cold weather much more than hot hot summers. I love winters, but unfortunetly in Estonia snow is lost. No more white winters and that makes me sad.

Written by [user id=1206] on 30.07.2008 at 21:09

Written by Bad English on 30.07.2008 at 21:06

Written by [user id=1206] on 30.07.2008 at 20:38


@ Kariasakis7: Lovers in the autumn('cause love is one season illusion): I really loved the beginning of this poem!. It gave me thrills. Honestly!. And I can see that you caught the meaning of the autumn!.

Hhehe I wount write it if I wasnt in Sweden, far far nord, God gives 2-3 weeks of normal Europain summers and I try get us much us I can from it then it comes autum, so fast, so long, people get depresed

Then I understand. (: But I prefer cold weather much more than hot hot summers. I love winters, but unfortunetly in Estonia snow is lost. No more white winters and that makes me sad.

I hate it, I need about something like Greek summer hehhe
But I know, When I was kid, in Latvia was snow, winter, 2/3 months of it , still memories live sin me, even if it was cold, better how grey rfainy january day anyway

Written by [user id=1206] on 30.07.2008 at 20:38

@ Damned-In-Black: Dagger: Okay. I kinda like that you use so short lines and all. But for me, there is something missing in this poem. Thought of this don't follow my brain. So 'cause of that it is hard to read it. But don't take my opinion so seriously. I'm just being open. And honest. But the theme of this poem of yours is heavy. And I like how you have ended it. Yeah. The beginning of this poem is a little bit confusing, but the end is getting clearer. Keep writing, 'cause practice makes us all better.

Actually I agree utterly with your thoughts on Dagger.

Personally I am happy with the ending too. The main body contains a few things that bug me, and the beginning is just weak - something missing, as you said. It kind of 'starts', with nothing to set it in motion and give it a meaning. Meaning is perhaps apparent by the end, but that doesn't make the beginning any better. It was literally a 10-minute thing, anyway - and in the past I've tended to devote a bit more time. I guess I was impatient, since I hadn't written in many months. Anyway, I can always return to it ('no such thing as a finished poem - only abandoned').

And thank you very much for the comment. Actually, I think you are the first person to ever offer me some constructive criticism, from anywhere. It's more than welcome - thanks again!


I find your own creation interesting. I'll return to it on the weekend when my brain is less fried - right now I stand no chance!

Upss..there goes another one!
So here it is


No need for rescue
no need for salvation
Stop playing saint
I'm not a sinner

Leave me be....and
observe my fall
You don't deserve
the need of explanation

Devils Garden

We are marching thru, one by one
Into garden, into dark
The one in front will lead us in dark
The one in back will guide us thru light

The one who fell will make us proud
We are walking on the thorny leaves
As the corpses lying around
As we eat poison fruits of war

So as we see enemy in our sight
We fire desperate round
Tacking cover, falling on ground
Wasting our youth for greater cause

Theirs are mixing with blood
And falling in dust
Screams of any kind
On the future burial ground

But soon will mist consume all
Silence will come, steal will rust
And everything will be nothin' but dust
Everything but memory on our fall

Inside the garden, nothing grow
Nothing remain,
But a memory, it stay
Devil must be proud!!!


........

@ ANGEL REAPER: The first one: for me comes into my mind fallen angels' story. Or someone who has got hurt and hates and loves this other person. Anyway, in this poem there is a lot of pain. And this has simple word use. I like it. (: And I kinda like this topic.

@ ANGEL REAPER: Devil Garden: I say one thing: self sacrifice.

This one I finished just few minutes ago. I had a hard work setting these words right. But I'm satisfied and like how it came up. Something dark, but still light.

Lullaby of Dreams

She's the seraph of the eternal flame,
living close to the skies,
in a tower of thousands of mirrors
and there are all of the angels
melting into frost.

From lowering clouds everything awakes
into the eternal winters.
In and above all of men,
she will wait for you in her dreams.

ref:
You, a sweet lullaby of her dreams,
she opens the window into the night.
For you she's ever sleeping
and she can't see how the time
turns into dust and fades.

But when you don't come
through the eye of whispering wolves,
she cries the tears into her last goodbye,
from where you won't find no escape.

ref:
You, a sweet lullaby of dreams.
Her prayers were for nothing.
For you she's ever sleeping
and she's blind to see how the time
turns into dust and fades.

MHK.
Inspiration by Tristania.

Death is all you know
Death is all you need
So now I must show
The horrors you hid
Under your feet
Straight underground
Lies all the secrets
That no one had found

The one you'd never wanted
The one you tossed aside
The souls you have killed
Can now walk with pride

Demonic and evil
Devious the mind
That sent you to look
For what you cannot find
So fragile
So beautiful
So perfect
Is she
She is the power
My power to be

If she'll be gone
I'll be no more
Lying in pain
Down on the floor
Looking up high
Up to the sky
Wanting to find you
With no reason why

Killing for you
Living to do
Everything
That you will want me to

In the end I'll be back
Back into hell
Watching above
To see if you fell

I want you
To fight along side me
Fight to the death
Fight till you hear
My final breath
See my struggle
See me go
Look all around you
To see my blood flow
I know you will miss me
But you will move on
Everyone will
They will all go
Continue to kill

I must say one thing
Before I leave
Even if you die
In my heart you will live...

@Symbelmyne: Wonderful

Tristania inspiration is noted, but I also must wonder if there was any thought of Moonspell, too. A few lines brought them to mind for me, and I wondered if it's deliberate or just my imagination? Regardless, a very nice work

Untiled any sugestions?

Young man was shoot
He's lying on the ground
and try say what he feel, but cant

Young girl was shoot
She's lying on the ground
Trying smoke last cigaret, but cant

Unborn child, inside
Trying reach out, see the sun, but cant
He never will, see it, fell what we can feel
Hate us for what we did
He never know if its better liveor never lived
Answer cant be found, its illusion ...

Grave is for lovers open now
Bitter tears from my eyes fallin' from pain
'cause Im lost in this game, what you call life
Words what I shood(not) say
Thinks what I shood(not) do
Tears what I shood(not) cry
...but yesterday I wasnt brave
Now I can put flowers on lovers grave

Im not afraid of crying
In those darkened days what we call emeotional brakedow
Because I know how it is dying
Where kiss are road beck again
I wish I cold change it, but I cant
I wish I can be one more chance,
I wish its end(oh hope, dremas and life)

Whit Out


Even in grave we can not live whit out thinks
'cause solitude are eternal, like wind in doomed sea
Existing whit out love, like funeral whit out widow tears
Existing whit out hopes, like life whit out begining
Existing whit out dreams, like child whit out birth(I dont know how say correctly )
Existing whit out tears, like grave whit out name
Existing whit out smile, never seeing your beloved once
Existing whit out hugs, like falling leaves who never will land in ground
Existing whit out hopes dying, like living eternal life
Existing whit out belife, like story whit out ending

Dry out

A faint scent of the forest
in the winds of forlorn
traces leaving for
the fields in south

An echo of red
stiches of silver
a carpet for the symbols
white and olive
washed into the ocean

In the memory of the water
sand breakes the waves
thoughts dry out

Written by Torelli on 12.08.2008 at 21:57

Dry out

A faint scent of the forest
in the winds of forlorn
traces leaving for
the fields in south

An echo of red
stiches of silver
a carpet for the symbols
white and olive
washed into the ocean

In the memory of the water
sand breakes the waves
thoughts dry out

I think the rhythmn in this is just wonderful. I don't know if you worked on that or if it just came out naturally but it is delightful.

The poem is so much better because the rhythmn is so right,

I present this in the memory of a great arab poet,Mahmoud Darwish, who passed away last week:

I say a lot,
about land,
about a country that I couldn't find its stamp on my passeport,
and ask:
my ladies,my gentleman,
is humans' land for all humans as you claim?
so where is my little hut?
and where..am I?
the entire hall applause for me,
for three minutes,
another three minutes,
three minutes of freedom and acknowledgement,
because the conference have agreed of our right to return,
like all the chicken,
and all the sheep,
and the horses,
to a dream of stone..
I shake their hands one by one,
and I bow for them,
and I continue this journey,
to another country.

Promise

i promised i will come over meadow
with early mornings' silence
& i have sent the winds forward -
whispering to you
on this night the light shined
under shadows of fallen leaves
& i promised -
i will stay with you as a snow

small foxes sent away
shiver of your tears
& i reached myself out
between these haunting mists
i reached out
all hurt from myself
& with relief
i kissed primroses on my hands

i promised i will come with birds
when it is not too early
& i let the rain fall on the snow
as a stolen secret.
floods of era have left
from softness of my soul
& i knew -
i will be lost as a snow.

2008
MHK.

One more poetry what post and quote and make fun somewhere also, enjoy dam and others

Doomed

There's days when rain wash away your soul
and sun dont shine into your garden of hopes
There's days when dark clouds are gathering into your room
and you look for suicide ropes

There's time when nobody are alive
even river dont flow how it shood
There time whe sorrow talks to loud
That picture, its not me who's smileing in childhood

I dont need no smile, and hopes for eternity
I dont need no coulors, summer days foe joy
I dont need no wind, life who's rnning
'cause I doomed, doomed for eternal emtyness
dommed for life, what reason I dont know
doomed for poetry and sorrow

hmm i write too but I'm at work now! So i can suggest that ..

Until You Be Here

Something needed,
Someone Died,
I have to live,
without my half,
heart like mourning,
Sorrow with cries,
i miss your skin,
your beauty face,
but my tears,
can't bring souls,
can't resurrect...

Until you be here,
gates are closed,
until you be here,
i have to disappear...

fear cuted now,
sweats walked low,
as time keeps passing by,
until i can't sing sweet lullabies...

Until you be here,
gates are opened,
until you be here,
my end is near.

THE following one isn't ''brushed''yet but it seems ok

Dead Winter

Frosted winter horizon open in my eyes
North wind brings cold in my bones
Dead winter silence hurt my ears

Blurred, images are fading like trough dream
Reality is mixing with scenes from deep memory
The past is whispering trough the winds

Mind is searching for the reality
Parts of soul are floating trough dark
The ice-cold snow covers them all

"Tribute" to Natalie Holloway

Oranjestad

Where did you go
She walked the path of passed dreams
Coma cabana above the needs of means
Ocean breeze caress of cold skin
An eternal trip in the sea of gin

Horror hindspite reactionary sensation
Habitattoo for carrion crustacean
All ideas drift on hope floats
Lay unblinking at the bottoms of sailboats

Poem about death

Autumn winds tock him to afterlife
Sudden death in frost's embrace
No goodby to her
Only eye looks crossed

He can see her
Trought ground of autumn arche
He cant reach her
His hands are far away ...


In autumn moonlight she wrote it
A dirge about torture love
Wrench are still inside
Behaind solitude take her mind

Knife stoll her life
Last blood drops trait place for
Everlasting pain from
Souls wgo's left behind

Soul in her eyes

Inside, she's alone
Like autumhn fog before sunrise
When there's no breath
Inisde in coffin full of roses

I was gone in afterlife
I didnt know till she reach me
And I saw it in her childish eyes
And I saw soul in her eyes

Grave covered with roses
Sorrofull fondle from unfamilar
When soul in her eyes get away in eternity




Your Rotten Lips


I falt in garden of you
trees paint me blue
and then I saw
somthing what I unlice

Shadows moving closer
heritage are my dreams
in life I was looser
it's not how it seams?

Shadows are your lips
Your rotten lips
Your rotten lips try kill me
Your rotten lips try kiss me
Your rotten lips are cold
If you kiss me I be so old ... dying

Some liquide unite us
Its paint us red
Some stories...
You know about me

I hate you
I hate your rotten lips
I hate your kiss

Written by Bad English on 21.10.2008 at 00:00

Poem about death

Autumn winds tock him to afterlife
Sudden death in frost's embrace
No goodby to her
Only eye looks crossed

He can see her
Trought ground of autumn arche
He cant reach her
His hands are far away ...


In autumn moonlight she wrote it
A dirge about torture love
Wrench are still inside
Behaind solitude take her mind

Knife stoll her life
Last blood drops trait place for
Everlasting pain from
Souls wgo's left behind

Soul in her eyes

Inside, she's alone
Like autumhn fog before sunrise
When there's no breath
Inisde in coffin full of roses

I was gone in afterlife
I didnt know till she reach me
And I saw it in her childish eyes
And I saw soul in her eyes

Grave covered with roses
Sorrofull fondle from unfamilar
When soul in her eyes get away in eternity




Your Rotten Lips


I falt in garden of you
trees paint me blue
and then I saw
somthing what I unlice

Shadows moving closer
heritage are my dreams
in life I was looser
it's not how it seams?

Shadows are your lips
Your rotten lips
Your rotten lips try kill me
Your rotten lips try kiss me
Your rotten lips are cold
If you kiss me I be so old ... dying

Some liquide unite us
Its paint us red
Some stories...
You know about me

I hate you
I hate your rotten lips
I hate your kiss

very good man, very good. i cant really recommend any critiques because i've been drinking, but give it time, i'll find a legitimate critique and make you aware of it.

BTW is nothing to do whit same name band from Norway

Fall Of The Every Season

As we die, 1000 times at night
And wake up so far away
As we die , in life's end
And never feel loved
As we die, at birth
And never see mothers smile
As we die, we die, because
Every season falls


Us we love,
And share our hopes
Us we love,
And lived our life like little once
Us we love,
And we know love is temporaly, replaced our emty lifes before death
Us we love, love , because
Every season falls

I haven't written a lot, but here it is my latest poe. It's not my typical subject matter but oh well...


what is my other country

what is my other country? i don't really have one besides that one.
and what i call home is really just a house.
it doesn't have a defined identity.

i remember the noises, i remember exactly what i felt.
but i can't tell what i was when i was that.
i can't tell what if i was given or taken.

and what does my country say to me? i can't hear it very clearly.
the constant interruptions and misunderstandings make my focus shift.
i think my country is telling me that i should see myself here.
somehow i should identify with it. i should try to connect with it.

i remember what we did before. i think of home.
is it just a place of remembrance?
i know i will miss it.

when i look back and feel the breeze coming from my window
i will probably know why i left.
because my home doesn't mould me
i mould my home.

and if there is such a place
i will find it
and, with it, label myself.

Written by BloodTears on 27.10.2008 at 22:05

I haven't written a lot, but here it is my latest poe. It's not my typical subject matter but oh well...

Werry good, Indeed Im impresed
Are you gonna leave Portugal?

Its same hwo I feel, now, home where is it? Other country or not, or if there are place home , realy good poem, it describe smy feelings

Written by Bad English on 28.10.2008 at 20:33

Written by BloodTears on 27.10.2008 at 22:05

I haven't written a lot, but here it is my latest poe. It's not my typical subject matter but oh well...

Werry good, Indeed Im impresed
Are you gonna leave Portugal?

Its same hwo I feel, now, home where is it? Other country or not, or if there are place home , realy good poem, it describe smy feelings

Thanks sakis, it's good when you like my poems.

I don't know if I'll ever leave my country but I do feel weird about the whole thing. I've been in Spain and England but I don't know if I'll leave here or not in a few years.