Written by Bad English on 06.06.2009 at 00:55

I havnt written any poems since february, no isnpiration, since last fiew days its rainy I wrote this, dunno, sounds cheep

Once

I have a friend once , in dreams she was real
I have a life once, it ends 24 winters ago
I have a love once, as I shared , it withered
I have e once, in pitctures what I still have it

I have a soul once, I didnt sold it
I have asmoke once, inside I quit
I have a girl once, made from from doomed sand
I have a life once, like all it ends

lol man, next time, check grammar and typos

(In The End)...Simple

Poor soul kneeling in the graveyard
Near Tombstone where his name was engraved
Rich man stands hight how his gold
But cant he see snake in his ''paradise''?

Sign in morning, can be sign of hope
Sign of shades can be sign of end

Old man take a look at my life
Because I will go far away
Old man can you help me find a way
Because there hanst much left till life's end

(In the end)...there's simple hopes
And sorrows will lead you farrer from sin
(In the end)... you lived simple life
You thought is be eternal
(In the end)...there simple love
Who burns powerfull how sinners pyre
(In the end)...there simple ending
Who come's like new day whit a sun

To quaet in this tread
Torelli and Raging Dreamer left

Dead Silance

Why did you call me love, you never gave creadence to me
And dont aks me to dance, because there noboy left to talk
In this emty life of doomed souls

Dead Silance, silnece what I hear
I talk whit wind, leaves n my self
Dead silance in old tomb stone
Will be my bride in etrenity

I sit near window, talk whit treas
I walk around room, talk whit dank air
I sleep in bed , talk whit nighbird in my dreams
I stand near wall, talk whit soulds of oderside

Im in box, I hear dead silance before reach eternity
Im in chest , I try reach light
Im in coffin, I hear dead silance before reach eternity
Im in grave , I reach land where dead silance are illusion.

As I entered the valley of death
I feared and lost my breath
There he was standing
The beast in red

As I lay in this burning inferno
Puzzled not knowing where to go
He offered his hand in greeting
"Welcome, my friend", he said

In the distance rang a bell
For goodness sake I was in Hell
All around me souls were singing
All were glad to be dead

Soon the festivites started
And from that moment we would never be parted
In my ears metal music was ringing
To Heaven I shall never be led

A bit of spontaneous improvised writting, not bad.

This should be an opening speech for my power/folk metal band's album...the problem is, this is the only work i have done...

The Legacy of Emberthrone

Raging winds under starglittering nightsky
Whispering stories from ancient times
When neverfallen Kings from Emberthrone
Ruled upon Lands of the Sun and the Moon
With might, wisdom, courage, dignity and glory
With power to calm down thunderstorms of destiny
And to tame firebreath of time dragons

Long live the memory of Emberthrone in hearts of mortal men
To remind times when gods walked over Earth and legends came alive
Elder ages buried under sands of time
Never to return again

Thus, they shall never been forgotten
As long as the fire of Emberthrone
Still burning in the very heart of the World

It Doesnt Metter

It doesnt metter, Im leaving tommrow
Find lonley hightway where cry in the road
Im living and there no mutch to do
Im journy we call life

It doessnt metter, its wasted already
Think about love what was real tousend nights ago
I tryd to love silantly, there isnt much to loving
In a dream what I saw when riding on soul hightway

It doesnty metter, Im die someday
Nobody knows when n where
And it doesnt stop me climb in this rainbow
Wht nobody cant see, only me.

It doesnt metter, Im alive again
I place million miles away I call home
It doesnt look much , for you its only coffin
What my spirit left proudn and fee

..... no title



I would not let evil into me, if I would live in a city
There's emty streets where broken hearts kneeling in front of painfull love
There's many souls who wanna dance, but are to shy to try
There's magic who suraunds you tight how lovers hugs
In a city there night are young for eternity

I would not let evil into me, If I would live in a country
There's a flowers who makes you smile, even you want die
There's forest who will hugh you tight and nobody see you crying
There's river, when it oveflowing it was away your tears and sorrows
There' a solitude who's beautifull like your beloved

I would not let evil into me, if I would live in a mountains
There's a sky behind, you can hear heaven talking
There's snow white, who's beautifull like your bride in altar saying ''yes''
There's a hight, you can feel free like an eagly in a sky
There's a visons about journy in unknow land when you falling down

fed

but those little birds
are never tought to fly
their purpose is to always
remain begging
their eyes closed
their mouths open
waiting
to be fed
and

they are fed
symbols
they are fed
menial satisfactions
they are fed
material gain
immaterial gain
they are fed people
they are fed me
and you

their gusto
is
un-
extinguishable

think about it
the next time
you go on stage
the next time
you go to school
go to work
the next time
you
go out

the first time
you stay in
with the shades drawn
and your phone switched off

your
life
already
half empty
and the bottle
half full.


Funny

Why do you hit that woman?
Being gay is not a crime
just as being stupid is not a crime,
but somehow
being stupid
is left unnoticed,
while being gay
is considered
one
of
the
biggest
crimes
of all...

I tried to vomit,
but I couldn't,
didn't get it right
wasn't drunk enough
didn't have enough money
alcohol wasn't repulsive enough
for me.
Vomiting is a privilege.

It's funny
and it's sad.
Funny,
because
it's funny.
Sad,
because
it's
true.


Go home and never come back..

Go home and never come back.
My fists are bleeding,
you still don't have a scratch
on you my dear victim.
Have mercy on your killer,
your killer is hurting
from the punch of your grin
from the cut of your innocence
from the shot of my sin
and you will not be held responsible
and you will walk away
and you will smile
and I will die
and then
I
will
be
punished
and then I will find you
again.


Who are you?
(Fill in the blank)

to
like
me
you
have
to
be
me

("so are you?
"no"
"who are you then?"
"______"
"that's too bad.")

Pleasure For Your Pain

Let me take you
To the garden of Desires
Where your dreams
Shall come to be

Surrounded by Virgins
With beautiful breasts
Willing to please you
In every single way

Where fruits of delicacy
Sprout only for you
Succulent juices bear greeting to you
And meats of plenty

Rivers flow with wine of age
Or beer and decadent sweets
Where beasts of earth are pets
Never bite, scratch, nor fight

Come with me, my lover
To the Garden of Endless Desires
Do whatever you please
Take my hand

WELCOME TO THE GARDEN!
OF ENDLESS PAIN!
YOU SELFISH HUMANS
ARE ALL THE SAME!

MENTION OF WHORES AND CARCASSES!
MAKE YOU ERECT AND SALIVATE!
WARMONGERS AND MISERS!
ALL YOU SHITS ARE THE SAME!

FEEL THE HOOKS PENETRATE YOUR DICK!
FEEL THE FLAMES LASH AGAINST YOUR SKIN!
FEEL THE NEEDLES PRICK AGAINST YOUR CORNEAS!
HEAR THE SCREAMS OF OTHER FOOLS!

THE HOOKS PULL TIGHTER AND TIGHTER!
RIPPING OUT YOUR ENTRAILS AND NERVES!
DON'T BLAME THE BELDAME!
BLAME YOUR ENDLESS DESIRE!
SORRY YOU CAN'T SPEAK!
JAWBONE RIPPED APART!
NOW TIME TO WAIT!
FOR ANOTHER FOOL TO COME AROUND!

I am bringing my humble contribution with this poem.. I wrote many others but they are just so depressing that I prefer to keep them for myself!

I haven't found a good title yet..

A breath lying among the darkness
Here the smoke is dispersed perfectly above
Dont stop mixing some of its magic
We lay drinking in the impossibilities

Today,
The sheep is dancing around a tempted wolf
All safe...now there is no more blood to be spilt
The Beast cries inside its mourning thirst
To forth you enthrall all apparitions of a broken dream

A crescent moon's embroideries erasing shadows
From where they lay in my mind
Beyond the world I wander.
I see more than what it should give

Tomorrow,
Your threads sew and haunt beautifully inside us
Everywhere it is sewn, My mind wonders
Can I touch the thread without cutting its freedom?
Should you let it go eventually.
When all wonders fade?
I, loyal and true, Will never die from it.

But if I find myself through time.
Take it so the shadows reach the sun
A few more fragile promises
Come for the path undone.....

Written by Elio on 06.06.2009 at 20:02

Written by Bad English on 06.06.2009 at 00:55

I havnt written any poems since february, no isnpiration, since last fiew days its rainy I wrote this, dunno, sounds cheep

Once

I have a friend once , in dreams she was real
I have a life once, it ends 24 winters ago
I have a love once, as I shared , it withered
I have e once, in pitctures what I still have it

I have a soul once, I didnt sold it
I have asmoke once, inside I quit
I have a girl once, made from from doomed sand
I have a life once, like all it ends

lol man, next time, check grammar and typos

No he shouldn't, K7:s poetry is legendary and an old MS classic!

This was written by a writer friend of mine, it wasnt meant for me, or about me, but it really sunk deep at the moment, and also i thought it was pretty good.. so here it goes, the writer shall remain unknown..


I remember
the way we used to be
and all of the things
we'd say we were going to see,
all of the memories
that we're going to be of you
all of the stories
and all of the nights
they were going to see us through
And now the dusty window pane
in the corner of my room
is home to a ghostly, shallow me
and he stares me down at night
when all i ever seem to do
is look up and down the street
and hope to see you walking
out of the night

Written by Wilkinson on 04.12.2009 at 13:39

I am bringing my humble contribution with this poem

I really enjoyed reading your poem. It's so imaginitve and wonderfully descriptive =)

Written by Immortal on 17.12.2009 at 07:06

Written by Wilkinson on 04.12.2009 at 13:39

I am bringing my humble contribution with this poem

I really enjoyed reading your poem. It's so imaginitve and wonderfully descriptive =)

Thanks! As often it is based on my own experiences of life.. treated with a more poetic viewpoint.

By the way, here is another one. It's a bit "gloomy" but anyway.. There is no title either..

I'm new here and I'm dying to write in this section.For now I leave you with my first poem

Glimpse of…

Glimpse of love, as my fingers go throw her hair
Her devilish face, a devious lair
Sins are fulfilled
As pleasure isn’t denied

Glimpse of death, I sense her fear
Death begins to fell close as I wear
All that she wants is the embracing night to last forever and ever
As my love for her

Childish is this simple picture
But my mind is stuck with her figure
And there’s only one step from love to death
As a kiss takes your breath

I see the bed of sinful pleasures
A grave by all measures
So I take her hand and enter another world
To one so long foretold

Mourning Night In November

Laying fixed,
on rusty old bed,
in warmth of my closeness

Standing beside you,
watching you in path,
apprehensive look,
in your sweet eyes,

Grab my hand,
hold it firmly,
feel the fulfilment,
enjoy this last moments,
of our shared life

All those memories,
we've created together,
passing quickly through my mind

Light breeze touches your skin,
full moon shines on your tired eyes,
your breath slowly wears away

Poor your fragile heart,
full of grace and kidness,
dying slowly in weeping chest

Cannot accept with faith,
that your precious life,
will fade away from mine

There will be only cracks,
in my wounded heart,
without joy or hapiness
till I die in sorrow and found you,
in posthumously life

Our departure is now inevitable,
so long my dear one, so long
till the next dawn...


Fallen and Buried

I feel burning,
in my sore feet,
I feel the itch,
all over my skin

Pure anxiety,
in my exhaled air,
grey thick smoke,
shades my view

Surrounded alone
by deep dead silence,
soft wind blows,
across the fields

The dust and filth,
slowly raises upon,
to the great blue clouds

All that has left,
in my shallow grave,
is the part of the stone,
that layed deep in my heart

Found this lying around. I like this, for one reason or another, although the beats don't match, as they usually don't when I write things quickly. Besides, I usually find more authenticity behind these pieces as they're things that come off the top of your head, without having the chance to be manipulated by improvements to make it look more sophisticated.

Torrential cries torch the ageless skies
Creating ruptures through sheaths of dank colour
Impregnating the dark clouds with endless lies
They engulf the heavens with the bearing weight of mindless fodder

This distilled world now fated to degenerate into what we have become

These screams of torment are left unheard
Fall upon deaf ears, they are left for the birds
Silently, blindly, or willingly unknowingly
They erupt whole universes, claiming all diversity

Devastation eviscerates the barriers between space and time

This aphotic sky ...
becomes the concrete under our feet ...
... the thickness of the absence of colour --
the density forces so much pressure
It illicits an unbearable heat
Unrelenting ...
It wholly suffocates to sever

Incapacitated by this disruption
Epiphanies project themselves through these manifestations
These embodiements that cut through this consolidated sky
Concocted by, and to serve as our untimely demise
Ethereal, what I have envisioned
Only now for it to become our collective, distorted vision
Creates a rip through the layers of sky
The ceramic dome splits and cracks
Its forced consistency breaks
As it shatters its weeping sighs
The crimson it bleeds -- a sharp contrast to the dullness which hath created it

The murky liquid laces itself to us
Dissolves the protection of our skin
Only now to await the inevitable
Now that it has begun

Shorter ones

Rubicon
I rippled the waters of Rubicon with my feet
Awaiting the world will shake
But the Sun still following its path
And silent the woods remain

Distant Stars
Being grasped by the anthracite of cold night
Haze of celestial silver is veiling me as so weighty burden
As mine eyes and mine sense are seeking into black distances
How many souls are dwelling there in stars
And how many battles raging between them?


the Czech originals sounds better, but most of you won't understand anyway...

The way days die

Reaching out to morning rays
The start of all my days
Bring my mind from night's slumber
To again my life in moments a simple number

My escape from this, I see
I gaze, I run my eyes to the sky
Back down, my attention to one unknown road
Alone, I bear this load

Winter, brings solitude with a force
The coldness, it has no remorse
Winter, in me there is a frozen heart
To someday I shall depart

Daylight, I gave it away
The emptiness in gray
Moonlight, I shall embrace thee
And as one we shall be

The way days die
They hide from me no lie
No mirage of fate
As I lie in wait

Hey guys. It's a small poem I have written for an english assignment I have to make for wednesday. I have never done any poems before, and I just wrote it 5 mins ago.
In the two last verses the beginning letter of each line spell out "Be Yourself".
Our subject is about personalities etc.

Anyway, I just wanted to hear your thought about it, whats bad, whats good?

When I am old I shall fly on my wings.
To wherever it me brings.
The things I did not do,
will I later be able to do.

Not with my body, but with my mind.
Timewarp from present to past.
Up the stairway to change my path.
Uplift the lost soul I once was.
Reincarnate as the one I truly am.


Become the adventurer.
Everything a mystery.

Youth spent finding myself.
Over sea, over land.
Under rock and dirt.
Reading the signs to guide my life.
Seek the power to change.
Evoke the inner soul.
Liaise with mind and body.
Forever becoming the true I.

Can you "be yourself" when you have a hard live ?
Born by mom, raised by family,
Childhood innocent-free, because children mind free.
Growing-up by family, taught by society,
Living time the dirty, because the mind dirtized.

Can you "be yourself" when you have a hard live ?
Abused by family, no help from society,
Livinghood no longer willingful, because of life no longer meaningful.
Born, grow-up, detested by society,
Who can help me and my "yourself" ?.

Can you "be yourself" when you have a hard live ?
Born by family, taught by society.
Born for obeying, taught for rising,
But why I still have a difficult live ? (why you give me).


Tired of a loser, recognizing my fault,
I accept I was wrong.
Still no luck, no life, no my "yourself".
If having a gun, I would fucking kill myself.

This poem I write that like when I see the poem of Kasper above. Today I thought about "be yourself", then suddenly seeing his poem. Writing that for kind of poem duet even it is not really good. At least it helps for me

Painter

Im painter, I paint Picture, pitcture of me
When I was looking in bock of dreams and saw
Life is bitersweet ilusion of fake thoughts
Who lead you streight to dying

Im painter, I paint face, face who hides under cape
After shadowns falling in twilight world
Where your face hides like child from thunder
From death souls who aprouches and try make blind

Im painter, I paint a smile, smile in garden
Where faces are sad, sad like my life in cave
Where gypsy smile is only sunshine
In cold eternity of frozen reality

Im painter, I paint love, love who burns
Like witches pyre of pretenders
Who's temporaly thought gold is close in you
And tears fall like rain, still can stop a fire

Im painter, I paint life, life what Im living
In didferen way how thay teached me
About tempe of apathy and knowlage
Where your mind tells you ''do it''

Im painter, I paint end, end of all stories what thay told
Life is crystal mascarade ,
I never tell why I never will
Im pray a prayer before dying

DEATH IN DREAMLAND

A body made of flesh
a truly not perfect being
alone in own solitary world
wandering what is beyond and
fear what it may find

A day,newborn ,fresh and shy
stepped out for the first time
beauty did unfold,tears shed the ground
overdosed by reality,body fell
yet another death in dreamland

I like when darkness surounds me

I like when darkness surounds me
Then I can hide inside
In my sentimental dreams about
Summer when I try to brake out of it

I like when darkness surounds me
Then I can die inside
And remeber how looks places
Where I could live slilantly

I like when darkness surounds me
Then I can be alone
In stone cold eternity
Where flowers whitered after you gave me life

I like when darkness surounds me
Then I can cry
Bloody tears who wash smile away
Because reven hides me from my self

I like when darkness surounds me
Then I can live my life
Whit or whit out smile
'cause Im in stone cold place ... life

The cycle

Empathize with chaos; it wouldn't be the last time
You killed the very essence of integrity, burning your bridges.
Stabilising innocence; falling into shame
You couldn't love me, and you know it, so don't even try

As burdened as a stone with no name,
Knowing not past, only shame and pain
When every shadow cast brings back your name
The dilemma overwhelms

When love turns to regret, turns to hate
When your innocence is intertwined with fate
When nothing you say can heal my shame
I stopped listening

As purposeful as you in the end
I really wish I never knew you, wish you weren't my friend
That way I could blank you out

Maybe one day you'll love again
Until that day, just hate, you don't have friends
Just targets to express your pain, regret
And utterly destroy, so they know how you feel

Damned Kiss


There is a dead flower in garden
It burns us and sucking out energy
There is gallows in garden
Where we dance whit a ropes like in mascarade

Damned kiss try suck you emty
Damned kiss your tong bites me like 1000 snakes
Damned kiss try read my soul
Damnes kidd your tong cuts like a blade

There is a light in garden
Its to late , we alreday die...to fast
There is a life in garden
but only one of us can live it for new

Beautiful world of duality


Empty. Or is it now?

Perception.

What do you see? Are your eyes always right?

Or is there something else that pulls you further and deeper? Is there?

Do you see a siluette of a man in the flame of a candle and do you see all the colours of the rainbow in its aura... auto suggestion?or is it?

Mind playing tricks on its self...or the conscience has awoken...

The biggest fight and the largest war...the one within us.

Learned habits or intuition? Trust yourself or trust what has been told to you...

Choice. This beautiful world of duality.

Black or white? Ying or yang?

Right or wrong? Left or right?

Empty.

Limits. There are none.

Intuition. Colour.

Empty it full. Beyound this beautiful world of fictive duality.





No title.
This poem was inspired by one period in my life...the period with the greatest amount of emotions,beautiful and painful...
When someone experiences love and true happiness being turned into something completely opposite...
Something you can never forget,and you're not really sure if you want to...
This poem has no title.



"For too long I was standing on the edge of the cliff for which I thought was love
For too long I was balancing between mercy and a fall
With you behind me pushing me forward and pulling me backwards
Pushing me,pulling me...

I gave you myself,thought I was safe from the world in your arms...
But you never really held me,you never really embraced me...
You kept me hanging on the thin line...
Pushing me,pulling me...

I felt I was loosing the ground beneath my feet...
I heard the stones falling into the deep...
I opened my eyes and the abyss in front of me terrified me...
I was about to fall.
Pushing me...

But no more!
I turned around and faced my fear...I faced you.
You looked so old and tired...
Holding that thin line and laughing at me...
Seeing my face for the first time...
Pulling me...

I gazed upon your face,with the fire inside of me...
I tore the line you were holding and threw it into the wind...
As you stood there,cold and bittered,I felt the blood flowing down my spine...
But the blood was warm,unlike anything you ever gave me...

And in that moment I realized,I got wings to fly!
They grew in the moment giving me a chance to fly away...
And I did.
I turned away from you and flown over the abyss...
Over to the other side.
Without you pushing me or pulling me...

I landed safe to the other shore of life,
And now I'm watching you standing there on the other side...
You look so small and week...
Your essence is fading...

For a moment I gaze upon the sky...I see our moments...
Momentary eclipses of love and happiness...
And they are looking down on me...
They are smiling at me...
I smile back to them...leaving them to travel back from where they came from...
From the deep of the ocean,from once warm summer nights...
From where the love was being born...
From where the light was being seen...
From the place where WE existed,long ago...
I leave those two happy souls to travel back in time,hoping that they never experience the present.

For a second I look back on you...feeling no anger and no hate...
You are still standing there with your eyes closed,
Pushing me,pulling me...
And I fear the moment when you will open your eyes
And see that I'm not there anymore to be...

My heart will always burn with the same desire...
But I must move on and follow the fire...
There are too many oceans to swim in,
There are too many summer nights waiting to be seen..."

Folks i am getting more insane lyrics with each day .....some become short poems....

GET AWAY FROM ME(Dont you touch me!)
I CANT LOOK YOURS EYES(I made you cry!)
IT HURTS ME TOO MUCH(Release me!)

The darkened sky breeds contempt, as the malevolent destroy the moment;
Lovers all but torment, and crack the sky with their bloodshed?
The heroes endure the same fate as the wicked?
Where is the justice?
Eyes of the wicked close by my hands, but have I the right to judge?

The cold embrace of the dead, the calloused palms of the wicked;
Salvation butchered; its life force bleeds red?
Captive to fate, or molested by sin?
Jealousy and pride are adjacent to destruction
I loved you? you betrayed me.

The knife bleeds whispers of the soul, the souls it betrays.
The mother, the father, the lover by one hand are cast away.
Love caresses hate until the line is frayed...
The irrefutable force of jealousy leads astray...
You killed me... and set in concrete your demise.