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Posted by Soliloquy, 17.05.2006 - 03:24
since MS started all overagain, i decidied to get rid of the numbers. but i believe this should have been the 5th poetry thread.

anyways, you guys know the rules. post somethig you wrote, or a friend of yours wrote. or if you dont want to post some poem, you can always read others work and comment on that. unlike the last poetry thread, lets try to comment on every poem we get in.

(if you want me to add or remove something, just PM me, and i'll edit it right away.)
10.03.2011 - 08:31
whatsacow

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.

Everytime I look into your eyes
I feel Butterflies and a fire inside.
That can't be put out with any form of water...
Not something that can be half assed... well I guess sorta....

I never used to be into necrophelia.
I never used to get into five hundred year olds named cecelia...
I could never fathom dead girl to be with...
While making love I always preferred to be the one that was stiff...

But that all changed...
When I saw her half eaten, worm ridden face...
With one eye hanging out and magots all over the place...
I put parts of her in a doggie bag so nothing goes to waste...

You say having intercourse
With a diseased, no brained corpse
Is a lot like taking kirsten stewart by force
Well I understand where you're coming from of course
Her acting is dead and quite a bore...
And she'll take anyone to bed, even pauly shore.
And to be sure,
she is a whore,
but she prefers to be with the dead or
woodland animals. (very half assed rhyme, much like her acting)
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When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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12.03.2011 - 19:36
Gathering Storm
Account deleted
Written by whatsacow on 10.03.2011 at 08:31

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.

Everytime I look into your eyes
I feel Butterflies and a fire inside.
That can't be put out with any form of water...
Not something that can be half assed... well I guess sorta....

I never used to be into necrophelia.
I never used to get into five hundred year olds named cecelia...
I could never fathom dead girl to be with...
While making love I always preferred to be the one that was stiff...



LMAO! That was really funny, specially since I didn't read the first part and for a moment I thought it was actually serious.. awesome write! keep at it

A cold lonely night,
The moon bright, the stars: Dead...
A little creek, a wooden swing,
A child's laughter like a scream

The rustling leaves, the sound of steps
A whisper that is never heard
Those piercing eyes like water ice,
The longing soul that lives alone

So warm, so cold
So new, so old

To the moon a raven sings,
To a web a spider clings,
A drop of water slowly falls
to a leaf that no life holds

And a child in the swing,
A little child that no ones sees.
Saffron hair gliding through the wind

And those green eyes, like water ice
They pierce my soul and my heart dies...
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13.03.2011 - 04:35
Raging Dreamer

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 27.02.2011 at 03:10

I cant sleep for a days now,and each time I close my eyes this poem came across my mind....
It is raw ,unfinished,weird and it will be accompanied by music on my new demo(hopefully)

Possessed (Part two Infernal Chain)

she walks the unholy path
mistress of mist, temptress of night
she posess me every night
and watch the world through my eyes

and as the dream of faling
and painfull crush isnt enough
she rip my heart out and
scatter my body with a smile

and the pain i feel is gone
and once agin i am happy and not alone
then she carve her sign on my forhed
pile the parts of my body together

and with her's wet tongue she licks
my wounds and i revive....
and here's eyes watching me
and she whispers to me and smile

OK that was it...what do you think.....
As I said it is raw and weird....



That'sss.... actually kinda creepy lol... I liked some parts though, and aside from the grammar and spelling issues, it makes pretty decent lyrics. I think I liked the first 2 stanzas the best. I think the piling body parts together really didn't quite fit with the imagery in my head, though. Still, an interesting piece. Will probably go well with the music.
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28.03.2011 - 00:33
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
Your Stinky Hands

Im sleeping in a room, Im alive or dead , I dont know
Is it my soul or ashes who's returning whit a storm,
but your smile calls a wind who blows all away agan
I only hear you saying:'' Dont touch me whit your stinky hands''

Im looking to the wall, I dont know if Im try to fall in sleep or fade away
Im in a dream now, I dont know if Im going up or falling down
Did I reach a sky or hit a ground, I only remeber
I only hear you saying:'' Dont touch me whit your stinky hands''

I dont remeber if I shoot to stars or moon
In this place nobody cares if you eat whit your hands or silver spoon
I dont know if I dance like king or fool
I only hear you saying:'' Dont touch me whit your stinky hands''

I dont know what Im looking for , is it space or is it time
I dont know what hepend whit all friends what I once knew
I dont know if I need stay alive anylonger, because
I only hear you saying:'' Dont touch me whit your stinky hands''
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
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I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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08.04.2011 - 01:03
Raging Dreamer

Written by whatsacow on 01.03.2011 at 13:41

A frenzied moment of despair,
The anarchaic urge of lust,
The frailty of life without a conscience...
Fingernails piercing through the skin,
trying to scratch an itch that will not cease...
The skin grows back, although not the same...
Deadened.
Calloused.
A reminder of past mistakes.
A forceful indication of everything you stood for,
Love. Morality. Mercy.
Awash in the sea of what could of been.
As nothingness stays and remains bitter,
whispering secrets of the void...
the abyss.
The abyss of your mind is where your self control remainds.



Oh where the hell was i ? You'll have to pardon my half-drunken state... Sometimes there just isn't enough alcohol... or chocolate, whichever you prefer..thank the gods for the backspace button here.. or my spelling would be terrible...Sorry for being gone for so long... I first was extremely busy with work, then I got strep throat for over a week... lovely.. now my husband is out of work... so yeah...a lovely month i've been having... i'll try to get some reviews done but let's see how i do whilst buzzing lol...

I don't know why, but were you a little buzzed too when you wrote this? It seems like a mix of guilt and speaking about the state of mind a lot of people have in the present world... it is as if you are speaking of your own emptiness or the emptiness of others... there were a couple of grammar/typo mistakes, but nothing that is uncommon to the english speaker... could have been not could of been... that's normal because of the way words are formed and sound when speaking... i edit english so i pick up on it easier...

Still, as always, your poems have profound meaning in today's world... these things will never be dated, but are the result of today's feelings and world.. which is sad to say is true... emptiness, feeling nothing, the morality that should be but is no longer... honor gone astray... but still... could they be reconciled? could they return? Great thoughts... keep up the good work, and please pardon the half-drunkenness.
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08.04.2011 - 01:18
Raging Dreamer

Written by whatsacow on 03.03.2011 at 15:03

Black and white.
Colours dissipate.
Dissaray.
Confused in its simplicity...
Flaws in the logic.
Stains in my mind.
Destiny uncertain.
Free will or lack discipline?
Grey.
Morally ambiguous.
Sexually liberated.
Termed a slut.
Dreamlands uninhabited.
Thought process shut down.
An empty shell.
Spouting meaningless words.
Philosophy stems from boredom.
Wisdom is born of pain.
Peace springs forth from violence...
The effect supposedly justify the methods


your thought process seem to be dwelling on the emptiness of the human mind and its perceptions... you seem to be longing for something more... some meaning in this life that seems to be lacking that very thing... it is only when we decide to fight that life gains meaning, whether that fight is in our own minds or if that fight is physical. effects justify or effect justifies, by the way. just to perfect your already wonderful poems... keep up the good work.. you are a very deep thinker ... i enjoy reading your thoughts...

Raging Dreamer
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08.04.2011 - 01:31
Raging Dreamer

Written by Guest on 07.03.2011 at 22:25

Video game villain poem no1

I betrayed my king and my land
Now I sit upon an icy throne
I hold the Frostmorne in my hand
But I'm frozen to the bone

I've actually got a bit of a flue
My nose is running, I need to cough
Oh crap! Now what do I do?
It appears I've frozen my balls off!!!

Signed: Arthas, The Lich King



hehhehe... well apparently i've never played this game. what game is it from?
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08.04.2011 - 01:36
Raging Dreamer

Written by Wilkinson on 08.03.2011 at 16:17

Had forgotten about this one..


Running on a path to places unknown
Fog before my eyes, rocks under my feet
I stumble and I fall, and I just can't get up
I can no longer breathe and my eyes are blinded

Where is the Magic, gentle song in the air?
Why is the Moonlight hidden behind the clouds?
The Wind is blowing but I feel no caress
In my hair wet with sweat, on my skin soaked in blood

The fangs of the Past have bitten me deep
Shadows of Tomorrow rising high above me
Today is but a lie, just a sigh in the wind
Pressure is on me, I can't find a way out

LET ME OUT!
Shine, o Light of my darkest hours
Or may the Night hide those hideous shapes

Shoulders not strong enough to carry the burden
And my eyes are to weak to peer into the Mist
Fingers crossed -- it's a lie, make-believe for the fools
Someone please help me out, I'll take your hand, I'll get up

I slow down my heartbeat, still suffocating
I see the distant light and the river below
A hand on my shoulder -- still trembling I stand up
The monster has been slain, the fight is over

12/02/2011


Seems like the aftermath of a battle, the hysteria, the lack of realization that it's over... the adrenaline still pumping... the madness still at reign... Very interesting and very good description... good job!
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08.04.2011 - 02:37
Wilkinson

@ Raging Dreamer --- this is basically what is was about. Well, especially towards the end. Lots of personal references involved here as well.
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Can you hear the Tales from the Ocean
Submerged cities and haunted wrecks
Can you hear the Tales from Nowhere
The wind will tell you, if you listen

After the Rain.. http://running-after-the-rainbow.blogspot.com
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08.04.2011 - 10:11
ErnilEnNaur
Account deleted
Written by Raging Dreamer on 08.04.2011 at 01:31

Written by Guest on 07.03.2011 at 22:25

Video game villain poem no1

I betrayed my king and my land
Now I sit upon an icy throne
I hold the Frostmorne in my hand
But I'm frozen to the bone

I've actually got a bit of a flue
My nose is running, I need to cough
Oh crap! Now what do I do?
It appears I've frozen my balls off!!!

Signed: Arthas, The Lich King



hehhehe... well apparently i've never played this game. what game is it from?


It's from The Warcraft III Expansion Set The Frozen Throne. Without a doubt one of the greatest games ever made
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09.04.2011 - 23:07
Lit. Metalhead
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In the process of writing a poem made in tribute to our own Patty Hearst. It coming out rather slowly, though. This is all I have:

"I follow them because there are no other.
I follow them like lambs to the slaughter.
I'd follow them to Hell and back.
Duck and cover, you're under attack!"

Still working on it...
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09.04.2011 - 23:37
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
Feeling


I have a feeling, feeling Im gonna die
Die in summer
When cool wind take me far away
Where sun will shine till I stay there
When river stream takes me far away
Where in nightime all soul windows are open wide,
Souls are creaming when sad muisc angels play
Where green treas makes me apologies
Because I rung this bell of changes

I have a feeling, feeling Im gonna die in autumn
When I will fall, fall like last leafe from sleeping tree
When cold rain will makes me wet and last kiss in a rain makes me upsest
When last sunshine disaprears under highest mountains
I will discovrer secret place where giants sleeps

I have a feeling, feeling Im gonna die in winter
I will froze, like watter turns to ice
When sun will die and ice shines like a diamond
My coffing be left under snow
Ground be to frozen to dig my grave

I have a feeling, feeling Im gonna die in spring
When snow will melt and fading away
When brirds sings their songs about awaking
I will see last time my life line like a horizon
Far away far awat far away





Mentall Ilness


Im falling in my dreams
I hold my pillow tide
Im sorry for my sweting face, there is mentall inlness in my soul

Gallows are my serenity
But I dont see my imaginary friends no more
Im traveling in time now, I see my fields of conceqvencies

Screaming soul and mental tormnet
All sorrows makes me try to hang me.... please take me
To farway lands whit hopes and new frontier to reach
Where is no beloved hugs, no pain and hate no need for hanging in old ropes

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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
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[image]
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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10.04.2011 - 00:21
Insineratehymn
Account deleted
Ever since I went to a poetry rendezvous in September of last year, my desire to write poetry has been rekindled. Not only that, but I see poetry as a way to eloquently express an idea. Here is one I recently composed, my longest so far.

Kleptocracy

Deep inside their marble halls,
Built from the labor of workers unpaid,
The Lords of Wall Street submerge themselves
In green seas of fortune
Wrenched from the hands
Of the taxpayer.
One Lord did proclaim,
"Ponder not the consequences,
Fear not the fallout,
For we are too big to fail.
No matter the circumstance,
No matter how deep the hole,
No matter how terrible the disaster,
The government shall pull us out,
For they are indentured to us,
And they shall forever serve our will."
And so the Lords continued
To bathe themselves in stolen wealth,
But beyond the golden walls
Of obscene opulence,
The masses are huddled
In gloomy concrete shells,
Devoid of light or warmth.
On the icy floor,
A man lies motionless,
Gaunt and pale,
With tears in his eyes.
His hopes have been shattered.
His dreams have turned to dust.
As he falls asleep,
One thought dominates his mind:
Revolution.
He wishes for the day
When his neighbors shall rise
And stand as one
Against the wealth-mongers.
He wishes for the day
When Wall Street is engulfed in flames,
And those golden walls,
Which once towered
So menacingly above the masses,
Come tumbling down.
Only when that day finally arrives,
Only when the kleptocracy finally falls,
Will he smile once again.
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10.04.2011 - 00:42
Cyroth

Hi guys, took me some time to get back, but I had a lack of inspiration like never before. So from my rusty mind I give you:

To a final act

I have foreseen myself in shadows
Surrounded by?hollow
The pain of time shows
Not on my skin, but on my soul.

Like nails of the iron maiden,
Torturer life is without haven.
With a breath of mist overhead
Would my grave become the bed?

Withered away like the old oak
From this ground to be broke,
Leaves would dance in the sky
Carried by wind so up high.

Now, here commences a final act:
The rush of blood from the impact?
One last blink, one last breath
And now death?
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14.04.2011 - 03:15
whatsacow

The sound of silence fills your lungs
As you scream for someone to save you from your watery tomb.
You acknowledge you're own hopelessness
Yet you still pray.
Praying to a god you don't believe in.
Praying to the maker you denied.
God is dead.
Philosophy is dead.
Science is dead.
You proved our own worthlessness and plunged us into this abyss.
There is no hope.
Faithless, we drift as you drown.
Without aim, we self destruct.
Without our deities we immerse ourselves in anarchaic malevolence.
We preferred our beligerent bliss.
We preferred our lives when they made sense.
When they had a purpose.
So as you're lungs fill with water, I pull you out.
I lay you on the land.
As you lay dying, I want the last thing that you see
To be the world you destroyed.
What you took away from me.
From us.
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When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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15.04.2011 - 13:28
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
She is comming out of the mist
Restless girl whit a flower at her arms
She's falling appart in the morning light
From yesterday where she broke her heart

She's going beck in a night
Feelling fine and smoking cigarettes
She's dancing agan
Whit many friends what makes it hepen

Im wasting a dance
Hiding in a darknened corner
Im wasting this feeling
Sleeping long long long hours at day time

Im just wasting a fun
Falling on ground when see those faces
Im wasting a life
Wating things what never will come


One The Way

Im on the way now, I dont know where to go
I dont want turn beck and go home
I better linger in this cold place how please for help

Im on the way now, I dont know in what place and time I will stop
Im falling appaert now, it doesnt metter if I scream or cry
I can not satify you not even me

Im on the way now, Im running down a dream
Dream is over now, but I still can not wake up
Whit our whit out you , my dear friend

Im on the way now, Im start new life in wastlands
I bought you roses and ask for lats dance in this cold rain
But I remeber that smale, it brings beck to me a lot of forgotten pain

Im on the way now, Im aproching forgotten places into my soul
I appologies , but you still make me cry
Even deep inside I know it wasnt my faulth it hepened

Im on the way now, feels Im wasting my life
I sad to you something deep from my soul, but like a bird you fly away
If defending my own wrights are crime, hang me in gallowes for eternity






Sometimes I wish I never know why time exist
I wish I could be you, see it whit your eyes
In the day talking whit you near closest station
In the night time, wishing I could feel how warm n safe your home could be

Its monday to friday Im in love agan , you and me
Im (flying)hight agan enjoy it evever way how I can
Its weekend , Im alone agan , didnt mean to hurt you
I didnt mean waste this time, but neider did you

Its monday, Im flying agan , you and me ...and friday
What we feel agan , landing in seperate rooms
I wish I can stop a time, but it keeps spinning around
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
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[image]
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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16.04.2011 - 07:54
Raging Dreamer

Written by whatsacow on 10.03.2011 at 08:31

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.

Everytime I look into your eyes
I feel Butterflies and a fire inside.
That can't be put out with any form of water...
Not something that can be half assed... well I guess sorta....

I never used to be into necrophelia.
I never used to get into five hundred year olds named cecelia...
I could never fathom dead girl to be with...
While making love I always preferred to be the one that was stiff...

But that all changed...
When I saw her half eaten, worm ridden face...
With one eye hanging out and magots all over the place...
I put parts of her in a doggie bag so nothing goes to waste...

You say having intercourse
With a diseased, no brained corpse
Is a lot like taking kirsten stewart by force
Well I understand where you're coming from of course
Her acting is dead and quite a bore...
And she'll take anyone to bed, even pauly shore.
And to be sure,
she is a whore,
but she prefers to be with the dead or
woodland animals. (very half assed rhyme, much like her acting)



Ahhhh! Necrophilia in a poem. I love it! Very amusing!
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16.04.2011 - 08:03
Raging Dreamer

Written by Guest on 12.03.2011 at 19:36

Written by whatsacow on 10.03.2011 at 08:31

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.

Everytime I look into your eyes
I feel Butterflies and a fire inside.
That can't be put out with any form of water...
Not something that can be half assed... well I guess sorta....

I never used to be into necrophelia.
I never used to get into five hundred year olds named cecelia...
I could never fathom dead girl to be with...
While making love I always preferred to be the one that was stiff...



LMAO! That was really funny, specially since I didn't read the first part and for a moment I thought it was actually serious.. awesome write! keep at it

A cold lonely night,
The moon bright, the stars: Dead...
A little creek, a wooden swing,
A child's laughter like a scream

The rustling leaves, the sound of steps
A whisper that is never heard
Those piercing eyes like water ice,
The longing soul that lives alone

So warm, so cold
So new, so old

To the moon a raven sings,
To a web a spider clings,
A drop of water slowly falls
to a leaf that no life holds

And a child in the swing,
A little child that no ones sees.
Saffron hair gliding through the wind

And those green eyes, like water ice
They pierce my soul and my heart dies...


I like the little girl. It adds just the right amount of creepy to this. Some other parts were in the spirit of Mr. Jingles himself - as they used to call Edgar Poe (as I found out, the Allan part was taken from his stepfather, whom he hated, and only used that name once, when he needed money). They called him Mr. Jingles because of the sing-songy way he wrote his poems, with precise rhythm and rhyme.

I also loved the description - Saffron hair. A word that's not used very often nowadays. Very inventive and reminiscent of the old days; good word usage!
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16.04.2011 - 22:08
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
Written by whatsacow on 10.03.2011 at 08:31

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.



Offer it to CC
Exelent work, maybe lil ''wird'' but goor like poetry
what was on your mind when you write it?

Gathering Storm - I like your to, some sad, epuc words, but same time not so painfuill at all, I like it

Întunecatul - good one but seesm abnd IM totaly make us when we hear it think about metal how torture tool, I like secend part of poem better, I try visualise all how it could be if I see it in real life

WAC - awesome, each line has meening, put all together I cant still need time to figure out hehe, but I like opening about lungs, souds liek smokers last pratyer before he dies of lung cancer, or nin smokers hate anger, who has born whit soem lung deasies and suffers since his birth
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
apos;'
[image]
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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16.04.2011 - 23:44
whatsacow

Written by Bad English on 16.04.2011 at 22:08

Written by whatsacow on 10.03.2011 at 08:31

I might try my hand at comedy too. By the way, if you have morals, maybe you shouldn't read this.



Offer it to CC
Exelent work, maybe lil ''wird'' but goor like poetry
what was on your mind when you write it?

Gathering Storm - I like your to, some sad, epuc words, but same time not so painfuill at all, I like it

Întunecatul - good one but seesm abnd IM totaly make us when we hear it think about metal how torture tool, I like secend part of poem better, I try visualise all how it could be if I see it in real life

WAC - awesome, each line has meening, put all together I cant still need time to figure out hehe, but I like opening about lungs, souds liek smokers last pratyer before he dies of lung cancer, or nin smokers hate anger, who has born whit soem lung deasies and suffers since his birth

Nah lol. It's conceptual. It's about a man who proved god doesn't exist, therefore destroying hope, faith, and a structure of morality. This one tells a story.
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When God made up the golden rule, do you think he noticed that it condones rape?
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01.05.2011 - 04:00
metaloprama

Only uncle lemmy can get some good poetry together.
no i wasnt(joking),i'm serious.

Kavafis

http://www.cavafy.com/
there is an article online with the title 'as good as great poetry gets',i agree.
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01.05.2011 - 13:17
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
Written by metaloprama on 01.05.2011 at 04:00

Only uncle lemmy can get some good poetry together.
no i wasnt(joking),i'm serious.

Kavafis

http://www.cavafy.com/
there is an article online with the title 'as good as great poetry gets',i agree.


Lemmy can write only shit nothing not even close to bad poetry and this is about our works not other
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
apos;'
[image]
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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01.05.2011 - 19:27
metaloprama

Oo,why are you so bitter?well,i might be one of the few who can appreciate him.
sorry i didnt notice,i'm gone spent some time reading when my head is a little less heavier.
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03.05.2011 - 15:39
Reza
Account deleted
Look into my eyes,
There's a secret behind my face

It's unrealized,
The only reason to the race

It sounds strange,
Full of mystery to me

I'm flying into a rage,
Need something to set me free

Listen to my heart, to the voice of my pain
Now it's the time to burst into flame once again

There's a way,
Above me through the darkness

That's so far away,
Shine my dim star, I'm restless

Take me higher, I see the mountain peak
My inner fire, lead me to the zenith
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04.05.2011 - 00:11
ANGEL REAPER

Great words scattered in the winds
Wasted, not carved in stone
Closest thing to immortality
All my time spent running
From death - die tired!
Scars of happiness
Closest thing to being alive
Standing ready for each battle
I've dreamed away all my life
BACK FROM THE DEAD - I AM AWAKE
INVOKING LIGHT , THE DARKNESS IS MINE!
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"Cross is only an iron,hope is just an illusion,freedom is nothing but a name..."
"Build your walls of the dead stone...Build your roofs of a dead wood..Build your dreams of a dead thoughts"
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09.05.2011 - 20:41
Cyroth

Scarred

This bleak world turns on relentless
Whilst we stand still
This world is so reckless
Shatters the last drop of will

Then hold to the fading colors
The grayest of life is yet to come
Pushing rapidly to forsake
Creating this nightmare from which you cannot wake

No healing for the graved souls
No meaning behind the walls
The more you hope, the more you suffer
If you believe, then you shall shatter

No straws to pick a forsaken luck
Whilst darkness will not depart
It will dwell inside to scar
There is no rest for a damaged heart
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19.05.2011 - 08:22
Cyroth

Written by therest on 19.05.2011 at 02:10

Written by Cyroth on 09.05.2011 at 20:41

[...]
Then hold to the fading colors
The grayest of life is yet to come
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That's a good phrase. Perfect. Thank you for that. (Btw, you can check my signature .. you're an acknowledged poet now.)


These two are the first of my logical poetry series.


ex falso quodlibet
(φ∧¬φ)→ψ

I was there for you and
I wasn't.
So everything will be alright.


T-system axiom
□¬φ → ¬φ

A man must not be alone.
So he isn't.


heh, thx dude
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19.05.2011 - 21:47
therest

Written by Cyroth on 19.05.2011 at 08:22

heh, thx dude

Btw, have you read Nick Cave's "And the Ass Saw the Angel"? I think you would enjoy it very much. Those two lines I pointed out relate to this book for me a lot. You have a similar way of expressing yourself (which is a very good thing because Nick Cave is a master at that type of writing). You ought to read it. It would do good for your writing, I think.
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"It's because they're stupid, that's why. That's why everybody does everything." - Homer Simpson

"Then hold to the fading colors
The grayest of life is yet to come"
- Întunecatul
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19.05.2011 - 21:48
Bad English
Tage Westerlund
Electric/Accustic

We born at day
We born at nighty
Life is just like a lullaby,
Doesnt metter how you start it ellectric or accustic

I did not mean make it wrong, I wanted hold it litle longer
I did not want to do it, but now life is full whit shame

It hurts so much when thay say we are so expencive
And when they made us come, made us in cheep way

New lulaby can make you smile, when old love burns
New love can make you smile, when old lulaby ends

I didnt smoke your cigarettes but I died from your wishes
You balme me, I left you emty , but my only gold wa smy wizdome

We die at day
We die at nighy
Life is just a lulaby
Doesnt metter how you end it ellectric or accostic





Hallways

In darkened hallway I strand alone
I paralize my last life lines
Paralize my hopes and dreams, locked entrence to tomb
I see how other spirits try to kiss, lips try colide
I see how spirits pass true each other, cause they cant hug
And I see a place where ancient battle ships are wonder in doomed seas of tranqvilitty
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!

Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
apos;'
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I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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19.05.2011 - 23:50
Cyroth

Written by therest on 19.05.2011 at 21:47

Btw, have you read Nick Cave's "And the Ass Saw the Angel"?

No, I haven't, never heard of him. Well, maybe I'll make some time for it this summer. As inspiration I usually go to Insomnium's or Dark Tranquillity's lyrics, or I listen to Agalloch.
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