Post by Reaper696 on Sept 18, 2008 16:17:43 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...
To contemplate life
Is to dig within one's need
For total control...
Of their surroundings?
Total destruction of truth
Let the lies commence...
Civilization
Has a tendency to build
Excess politics...
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...
To contemplate life
Is to dig within one's need
For total control...
Of their surroundings?
Total destruction of truth
Let the lies commence...
Civilization
Has a tendency to build
Excess politics...