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Post by Unknown on Jul 6, 2005 7:50:06 GMT -5
A boiling of thought That burns the substance of life And consumes all joy. misty
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Post by crimson queen on Jul 6, 2005 7:55:47 GMT -5
Witness the haiku
Essence, time, transfixed as one
Words have magic too!
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rezel
Dark Initiate
Lacrimarum
Posts: 70
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Post by rezel on Sept 28, 2005 8:56:02 GMT -5
Not bursting bubbles, but these seem like Senryus, for no nature's seen.
Sorry if this bugs anyone, just my opinion.
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Post by Reaper696 on Jan 10, 2006 15:26:52 GMT -5
Nature, alas, is Wrapped in one's opinion Human nature, see?...
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Post by Reaper696 on Jan 30, 2006 18:42:35 GMT -5
Whoa, has this thread died? Are there cuties somewhere near? Help a brother out...
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Post by MusicalMasterpiece on May 2, 2006 23:18:53 GMT -5
See human nature? I say, "Annihilate all!" What have we become?
Since government rules, Humanity has "sold out". We were once as one...
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azazel
Crimson Soul
"Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun."
Posts: 172
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Post by azazel on May 16, 2006 23:35:54 GMT -5
and now without clout, we breed a christian disease. for who will cleanse this?
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Post by Reaper696 on Jan 11, 2007 16:35:08 GMT -5
I've been gone a while Rust has set in all my pens, 'Til Amber's birthday...
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Post by jonquilfaded on Dec 11, 2007 23:55:26 GMT -5
Their faith strangles on suffocating those perched near shades of silvery blue
Silently falling abandoned flower girl petals limp unloved bodies
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Sept 6, 2008 17:31:07 GMT -5
the neglected rose all alone in the garden of this dying world
my pen shakes with grief to know of what we destroyed and still we pretend
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Sept 6, 2008 17:37:27 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?
My pen has no blood Nor paper with nourishment Doctor, Doctor, help...
pass me my scalpel, i need to write a poem.. it shall be crimson.
To write of this despair Does nothing more than breed more Could become a book...
endlessly i write my thoughts moving with swiftness faster than my pen.
Paper warm with thought Mind is finding beaten path Muse and I now dance...
oh, my dearest muse, where have you been all this time? i revel in you.
spiraling the drain a deserters final thoughts before the fray
digging, digging deep into my pale, flaky flesh inscribing this poem
Words and thoughts collide; Pen and paper? Casualties Of my heart's geyser...
no pen and paper nothing needed for my words just use blood as ink
Blood so blue lands hard Upon the paper tiger; Riding heart's express...
A razor, a knife Create mortal red writing Poems of my life
My life, my despair Crimson writing of darkness Think and let it flow
this sick imagery gouged into my burning flesh fuels my desire
To dirty myself Swamp my flesh its own blood Ultimate beauty
A nighttime sun shines, A gothic game is playing Inside mind's chasm...
But am I too dark? Does sun burn beneath my skin? Do I need solace?...
This thread stops again. Should I sit? Resuscitate? I'm the only one?
Let me try, he says His first poem was haiku He prays, not his last
One step at a time. Shakespeare wasn't built in days, Needs time and practice
i open my mind.. creativty succumbs. gently the words seep.
Parties have begun, Thought entities intertwine. Literal dreams fly
A boiling of thought That burns the substance of life And consumes all joy.
Witness the haiku Essence, time, transfixed as one Words have magic too!
Not bursting bubbles, but these seem like Senryus, for no nature's seen.
Nature, alas, is Wrapped in one's opinion Human nature, see?
Whoa, has this thread died? Are there cuties somewhere near? Help a brother out
See human nature? I say, "Annihilate all!" What have we become?
Since government rules, Humanity has "sold out". We were once as one.
and now without clout, we breed a Christian disease. for who will cleanse this?
I've been gone a while Rust has set in all my pens, 'Til Amber's birthday
Their faith strangles on suffocating those perched near shades of silvery blue
Silently falling abandoned flower girl petals limp unloved bodies the neglected rose all alone in the garden of this dying world
my pen shakes with grief to know of what we destroyed and still we pretend
to see a nothing and act as if all is well god, the world is screwed...
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Post by Reaper696 on Sept 17, 2008 15:44:54 GMT -5
cynicism is Always hoping for the best, but knowing better...
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Sept 17, 2008 16:20:02 GMT -5
Ok, so who starts? From the heart? Maybe the mind? Decisions, decisions dude...
How about I start Where most would tread if lonely Dammit, I'm so bored...
so quiet it is in this lonely realm of words.. where have they all gone?
My pen has no blood Nor paper with nourishment Doctor, Doctor, help...
pass me my scalpel, i need to write a poem.. it shall be crimson.
To write of this despair Does nothing more than breed more Could become a book...
endlessly i write my thoughts moving with swiftness faster than my pen.
Paper warm with thought Mind is finding beaten path Muse and I now dance...
oh, my dearest muse, where have you been all this time? i revel in you.
spiraling the drain a deserters final thoughts before the fray
digging, digging deep into my pale, flaky flesh inscribing this poem
Words and thoughts collide; Pen and paper? Casualties Of my heart's geyser...
no pen and paper nothing needed for my words just use blood as ink
Blood so blue lands hard Upon the paper tiger; Riding heart's express...
A razor, a knife Create mortal red writing Poems of my life
My life, my despair Crimson writing of darkness Think and let it flow
this sick imagery gouged into my burning flesh fuels my desire
To dirty myself Swamp my flesh its own blood Ultimate beauty
A nighttime sun shines, A gothic game is playing Inside mind's chasm...
But am I too dark? Does sun burn beneath my skin? Do I need solace?...
This thread stops again. Should I sit? Resuscitate? I'm the only one?
Let me try, he says His first poem was haiku He prays, not his last
One step at a time. Shakespeare wasn't built in days, Needs time and practice
i open my mind.. creativty succumbs. gently the words seep.
Parties have begun, Thought entities intertwine. Literal dreams fly
A boiling of thought That burns the substance of life And consumes all joy.
Witness the haiku Essence, time, transfixed as one Words have magic too!
Not bursting bubbles, but these seem like Senryus, for no nature's seen.
Nature, alas, is Wrapped in one's opinion Human nature, see?
Whoa, has this thread died? Are there cuties somewhere near? Help a brother out
See human nature? I say, "Annihilate all!" What have we become?
Since government rules, Humanity has "sold out". We were once as one.
and now without clout, we breed a Christian disease. for who will cleanse this?
I've been gone a while Rust has set in all my pens, 'Til Amber's birthday
Their faith strangles on suffocating those perched near shades of silvery blue
Silently falling abandoned flower girl petals limp unloved bodies
the neglected rose all alone in the garden of this dying world
my pen shakes with grief to know of what we destroyed and still we pretend
to see a nothing and act as if all is well god, the world is screwed...
cynicism is Always hoping for the best, but knowing better...
Armageddon draws closer as every sinner screams, drowning in lies...
Creation gifted to us - endless harmony? Years later, and still...
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Post by Reaper696 on Sept 17, 2008 17:32:50 GMT -5
To contemplate life Is to dig within one's need For total control...
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Sept 18, 2008 14:15:16 GMT -5
Of their surroundings? Total destruction of truth Let the lies commence...
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