Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Nov 17, 2008 15:00:49 GMT -5
Ah! I understand! Numbing thoughts with wine and booze. Ultimate pain-killer.
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Post by Reaper696 on Nov 18, 2008 15:26:55 GMT -5
Pain is a weird thing: When it isn't f*cking you It's still trying to...
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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 Nov 19, 2008 4:35:06 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...
Caught in the black flame Of a government corrupt Cold hearts pulsed black blood
Hopeless Optimists Block the flowing flood of time Building the pressure
Bleeding out maggots, Pustules burst secreting oil. Consuming all form.
Cocooning flesh rot. Churning to the sound of flies. Buzzing, buzzing away.
Hacked into pieces. Processed meat refinery. Served at Mel's Diner.
Severing the flesh, Seasoned in mutilation. Charred and barbequed.
Cannibal's buffet. Belt stretching human flesh steaks. Eat at Mel's Diner.
for you can't resist the temptation, the craving, for sweet human flesh
blood trickling out of broken blue veins, the flow stilled by the butchers knife
Gasses are building If only I could fart now I'd stop talkin' shit...
Verbal Dysentry Needs release eventually Sooner than later
Communication is The art of saying what is Understood to thee...
Seeing is an art. Truly opening one's eyes To what lies below
Below's opinion; Attitude is altitiude, It is all what you see...
From above the clouds. A lack of oxygen causes the purest of thoughts
Silence rivets Rust settles on robes Unsoldered in the Undersweep
One white flower laid upon the dark brown coffin lid. Memory of Death.
Beginning again. A spirit wanders empty, Waiting for reason.
My spirit is within A bottle that's 40 proof, One day that'll change...
hmm, I'm at a loss. A bottle that's 40 proof? Now... Just what might that mean?
It means I'm so broke I can't find what's greener, Please pass me a joint...
Ah! I understand! Numbing thoughts with wine and booze. Ultimate pain-killer.
Pain is a weird thing: When it isn't f*cking you It's still trying to...
It all boils down to the fact that everyone screws you over one day.
70 at last! We are moving on with this. I shall continue...
Moonlight scatters on a broken mirror, shattered in the explosion.
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Post by Reaper696 on Nov 21, 2008 19:21:46 GMT -5
Got a new 'puter, now I wonder how the hell I can download porn
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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 Nov 23, 2008 6:28:05 GMT -5
Type those four letters In the good google search bar. See what you find, eh?
Still, be a good boy don't get caught by prying eyes. But now, moving on.
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Post by Reaper696 on Nov 23, 2008 16:25:39 GMT -5
Please do not worry, No matter what one hand does The other will...
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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 Nov 23, 2008 17:59:16 GMT -5
Should I even ask? Run across the tracks as the train rushes onward.
BANG! You're on the ground. Never catch a speeding bullet train, you'll lose yourself.
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Post by Reaper696 on Nov 24, 2008 20:31:40 GMT -5
My train derailed. After I sobered up though I sure thought I could...
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Post by Reaper696 on Dec 15, 2008 19:14:02 GMT -5
Where is everyone? Has 17 syllables Clogged up ideas?...
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Post by Aish on Dec 15, 2008 19:31:35 GMT -5
on the poetic rebound, museless so I shy from ugly phrases
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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 Dec 16, 2008 8:36:13 GMT -5
Death is too kind to grant me peace today, and the face of murphy sneers.
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Post by Aish on Dec 16, 2008 16:32:16 GMT -5
turbulent satin graven images unwound falter, lie unborn.
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Post by Reaper696 on Dec 17, 2008 16:19:10 GMT -5
I wonder if I took a dump, would talkin' shit be without any corn?...
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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 Dec 24, 2008 18:08:10 GMT -5
maybe if I knew whatever you meant, I'd give a better answer
Santa Claus flies in Silence, but for the bells and a shining red light
you sleep tight tonight, as the demon of Christmas will kill you - awake
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Post by Reaper696 on Dec 25, 2008 3:10:30 GMT -5
Ho, ho, whoa there dude, If fiction was all it took, I'd have no more jokes
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