Poet's Corner

[.Sodomy.On.A.Stick.]

Well, here's a poem in which I complain, groan, and generally grumble about my life, with a little twist at the end. Enjoy.

Psychiatric Complaints

The world goes 'round day and night,
Through every triumph, fear and fight,
No matter what the world is the same,
Even as I continue to change.

The world knows nothing of what lies inside,
The secret beast I constantly hide,
The world knows nothing of what it can do,
And so I am forced to hide it from you.

The world cares not about what happens to me,
It doesn't give about my long story,
It doesn't care if I live or die;
A terrible world in my eyes.

Nobody knows how different I am,
As matter of fact, no one gives a damn!
This poem may seem like endless complaints,
But if only you knew; you'd have no constraints.

This is my struggle, a hopeless fight,
What I live through day and night.
But complaining and groaning isn?t my job,
So tell me now: what's your prob.?  

[[ D i z z y ]]

A RADONIC POEM


This is a peom,
I've written for you,
It's glowing a green,
and is covered in goo.

That's right!
Its radioactive!
I sent it by mail,
How it got through customs,
no one can tell.
xd

 

[Shadow_people]

Pretty in Pink

Don't listen to me
I'm not Pretty in Pink
I'm not always happy
Becaue I think

I've seen the world
Through crystal clean eyes
I know who you are
I see through your lies.

 

[Hel Daughter of Loki]

i wrote this when i was like 11, since then i have gotten major poetic writers block (until recently) and moved on to novels, anyways, here it is...

The Raven.

The land of the moon and the sun,
of stars and of waterfalls,
were enchantment is based...
the ultimate paradise, Utopia.

And at the edge of this land sits the Raven.
He can not enter such a powerful land.

and in jthe mist sits the Nightengale,
Watching the Raven, always the Raven.

He can not enter the ultimate paradise.
He can not enter Utopia.

Like i said, i was 11.  

[Dr_lecter1988]

Reviving the poets thread whith a horrible poem i threw together a few minutes ago

does my world exist?
is it been real?
will it stay that way?
or are we all shimmers,
Just shadows in the fog.
will the world be here when i awake?
We trust that it will
we trust that the world is real.
That our emotions exist,
that our eyes, hair and lips exist.
but if it was all just a shimmer,
why should we trust anything,
Or anyone.
why do we trust who we trust?
most of them don't know.
if they don't know that we trust them,
is trust really there?
what if,
Trust is just an illusion.
Without our trust, faith fails.
God is just an illusion,
Faith is but a shimmer
Trust is a naught but a shadow at dusk's dawn.  

[Kostbarer Alptraum]

I have a crappy poem too.


When bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real,
When dying is living but living's a deal
When breathing is burden we all have to bear
And screaming is singing for others to hear

When cutting is painting masterpieces in your arm
To heal it slowly and still see the art
When fearing makes us hold on longer
And falling apart only makes us stronger

When dreaming is awaking into the surreal
When joy is something we are not to feel
When losing is winning but winning won't last
And forgetting is remembering the darkness of the past

When crying is opening the door to the soul
When running away is finding your true home
When solitude is pain but pain is understated
When chains are broken and hopes are mended

When trust is something we are not taught to share
When shame is what's left with empty regrets
When looking is not seeing for being so blind
And lying is hiding so others can't find

When hearing is not listening for being so deaf
When in the eyes of a newborn we all find death
When reaching is letting go for not finding a hand
And talking is not speaking for not being wise

By each passing day
We find ourselves dealing with life
And we open our eyes and realize:
It's because we're still alive.

God, this is lame...

 

[Dr_lecter1988]

all of these are transfered from "Poetry corner"

Kidju_Yukai

POST YOUR POETRY HERE


my favorite


My Heart Bleeds
Dripping into my soul
As My Life dies
My Heart Dries Up
And I Die
But No One Notices

moz2311

My inspiration was a dream I had, and also Wolf's Rain

"Sudden Change"

Blooming of flowers,
white
Yellow
Red
Bright colors of happiness and love
A kiss from a nymph, warm and fond
A bond of fate and destiny
Now
A flaw in life, Hatred, sadness and depression
Blood of a loved one in the hands of evil
Obscene acts, never ending.
Death, total darkness in one's mind.
Falling of an ally
Victory of an enemy.
The ending theme of a soft snow.
The cure for the sickness.

.x.SHATERED.x.SOUL.x.

i made this one for my ex boyfriend, like last night


I am dead and broken, my love has fallen, my heart has been torn to pieces, will someone even bother to put it back together? I'm crying and bleeding internally, it may not show but im dead, my love is gone and my heart is broken, I am dead. When will I be happy again? Will I ever be? Will I die sad and alone?

Mrs. Whats Her Face

This was written about my crush...who happens to be my best friend

"Dry Hands"
Written by me
Note: please dont take any of this, im good at poetry yes, but never before have i loved one of my poems. please dont take that away from me

And of all the drawings I make
from these worn out hands
I still can not find
one that fits my emotions

these hands have worn over time
from writting everything on my mind
and yet my insperation has begun to run dry
as have the very skin upon my hands

but like any river that has run
so beautiful and smoothly before
though it may have reached drought season
the river still tries to flow

and here i am once again
trying to express my feelings for you
yet i can not bring myself to say the words
and my hand is too dry to draw the image in my mind

the image of one hug
innosent and pure
yet filled with love
that will last forever more

and maybe that is why these hands cannot draw
the image in my mind
nor write these blessed words

it is because i can write of the past
of heart break and of sorrow
i can write about the present
and even wonderous tomorrow

but the one thing i can not write
is forever more
for it has no beging and no end
as does the words flowing from these hands

 

[_Built_to_Offend_666]

This is actually song lyrics (for a metal/gothic based song) and not as much poetry, but hey same thing right?

Self-Infliction

Can you help me escape this hellhole creation?
Can you help me evade this hateful isolation?
Can you help me decend to a level of mental sanity and escape this unstable collaboration
Of hateful temptation and immoral justification
Just for a moment aleive me of this moral suffocation
With my hate-crime vengeance against societal continuation

Redefining suicidal salvation
Redefining my hated creation
Redefining my god to cater to my hate-crime temptations
Redefining my moral justification
Redefining my holy rejection
Redefining my anger esculation
With my self-inflicted damnation!
...my self-inflicted damnation!
...my self-inflicted damnation!
...my self-inflicted damnation!
...self-inflicted damnation!

With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
I smash them all up!

Curing my need for resenting the pure of this nation
Curing the cause of my violent occasions
Curing the source of my frusteration
Curing this hope plaguing my cynical perceptions
Curing my sensation for a self-inflicted violent solution
Escaping redemption with hateful inflictions!
The cause of my mainstream rejection!
Isolation of my temptation, let it explode and cause massive damnation!
You were the cause of all this, now with this knife become the cure!

Let me purposely create a self-inflicted damnation!
Let me intentionally assist my own self-inflicted damnation!

With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
BAM BAM BAM! I smash 'em apart and it all goes away!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
BAM BAM BAM! I smash 'em apart and it all goes away!
With this hammer in my hand and this hate in my heart!
BAM BAM BAM! I smash 'em apart and it all goes away!
BAM BAM BAM! I smash me apart and it all goes away!
BAM BAM BAM! I smash me apart and it all goes away!

I smash me apart and it all goes away...

My god is a god of hate
My body is a capsule of resentment
My church has a practice of mental isolation, with its deity of detestful destruction
My life is attracting all hate in this world

BAM BAM BAM!
BAM BAM BAM!
BAM BAM BAM!

I smash me apart and it all goes away...

 

[c h r n o]

Sister

Keep screaming sister
I can't hear you.

May the Lord giveth
Or sins deliverance
To enter thy kingdom
[sinner sinner SINNER]

Carry me on these tattered,
Torn and bloodied wings to
My [hell] paradise lost.

In the devil's hands
My fate is played by strings

Scream for me sister
I have stolen the unholy
[This bleeding cross.]

[My crucifixtion.]

[Forgive me Father]
Keep screaming sister
[For I have sinned]
I can't hear you

Anymore.  

[Dull_Spike]

death wish

im going to make a drawing with a twist
im going to make that drawing on my wrist
if i do it correctly a fountain will appear
drownig all my sarrows draining all my fears
i try to cut but it will not take
i try to cut but my skin will not break
it doesn't matter how hard i try
so i kick the box and wait to die


i thought of this in a dream i had and am trying to make a flash movie depicting it  

[LittleCherryPi]

"Dark Love"

This lost, decaying soul engulfed in shadow
Thinks about her life.
Walking in autumn's nirvana,
On a cool moon-lit night.
The eternal kiss came in an instant.
Warm crimson delight,
Spilled from her neck.
The black rose of love,
Was extended to her with adoration.
The veil of darkness was lifted.
She was alive once more;
Alive with eyes of the night.
Possesing the grace of a swan,
And a mysterious beauty,
To lure victims in.
Taking them from this world
With only a single bite.
Creature of the night,
Ruled by the moon and blood.
She wonders the world,
In search of an accomplice,
Someone to call her's.  

[Ilassa]

Paradise Found

Viewing the ocean the solemn figure stands
Amongst the nameless graves
His sole companion yet to awaken
He stands on the ashen ground
The memories now lying dormant inside him
A world of empty graves
A paradise experienced by only two
A paradise of emptiness and loneliness
A world of nothingness
A shallow and hollow paradise of despair and sorrow
A paradise of oneness and empty barren memories
He watches the sun fall into the endless pool of misery
He stares at his reflection trying to resurrect the dead memories that would tell him who he was
The people who had become him
Yet silence for that was all their was
An empty world empty of sounds and life
Even the waves of sadness washing over the sand made no sound
A lifeless planet empty of anything but sorrow
There the solitary figures belong and yet feel no welcome
A barren land devoid of positive emotion
No welcome and yet no refusal either
He stares at his companion a face so familiar yet completely alien
He knows everything so well and yet he has never seen it before
He turns and watches the sun fall

Assassin

You stand there staring at me
Your face calm and cool
Your smile arrogant and cocky
You make me sick
Your worthless existence one that serves only to kill
The way you sneer and laugh as if you were superior
Your laughter dies
You point the gun
I make my move
The sudden silence shattered by the broken gun hitting the ground
You back away your eyes betraying your fear
Then you realise that your fate is already sealed
You collapse barely able to trace my figure
Such an innocent and quick move yet so deadly
The poisoned blade of fate impaling you
What you did could never have changed anything
The hunter remains the hunter
The prey remains the prey  

[_Built_to_Offend_666]

(This is song lyrics instead of a poem, but its basically the same). No one I have shown this to has ever read the whole thing. I'm wondering if its cus the length or cus of the boringness. I hope not the later!

Rythem of Chaos
(verse#1)
My life is like a balancing pin
Swinging like a pendulum
Losely standing up until the slightest motion knocks it down...
Human interaction would be suicidal
Lustful distraction will cause a loss of balance
In the process of keeping it balanced everything comes out in shades of grey

Very little point to living
I just hang on by a thread
I just get through each day one by one
Hoping someday it will end
Wishing someday it will end
Fantasizing someday it will end
my cowardice is the only thing stopping me
I forever hate myself for that
Depression is the only fuel I've got
And it doesn't provide for much

(wind starts blowing in the background melodically)
But now you have entered into my life
Of disaster, hate, self-destruction, and pain
Now you have entered into my territory
You have entered at your own risk and claimed it worth it
What would possibly drive you to do this is unknown to me
My reflection was in a shattered mirror, why would you try to put this mirror back together?

You have given me an anchor
You have given me a shelter
I have support to reside myself on
All my life, will, love, and mental possessions all lie in your arms
Your are my life support
Your are the center of my dreams
When one has nothing
Something seems to be grandeur
Something seems to be fantasy
But I have acheived this gradeur
I have acheived hope in this ******** world of hate
I will hold you sacred and cherish you like my very own deity
For like a deity you hold the power of life
My life now has reason my life has meaning
Your life has become the very reason I keep living
I hope this never goes away, with my cynical yet naive look at life

(wind picks up speed and volume ever so slightly)
Now that I've found one reason to live
Many more have sprouted from it
Could I truly be becoming more human as the days go by?
Could I truly be holding life for the sacred source it is?
You have given me the cause to find more meaning to life
Please dont leave me

(wind picks up speed and volume a little more violently)
Have my life-supporting anchors have fallen?
A true victum of my own naivity
Is this truly happening?
Could this truly be happening
Why would you do this?
A vicious ******** whore has left me
Left me and took every single nothing I had left to spare
My pendelum is singing violently
Losing control with every support rope breaking apart
Why fight it, my life truly could be ending
Isn't this what I've wanted all along?
Why do I care my life is dying?
Why do I keep fighting it to the end?
Why do I keep fight like the beast I am?
My life is in shambles now that I my support has pushed me
Out of the rapsody of hate that now defines me
I am dying and I have no support
Even my will to fight in in vein
When will gets undermined by human capacity
I have no control
But at least I have found the reason mortals continue to live
Doesn't that make it worth it by itself?
Why do I keep even now trying to fight what I have no power over?
The storm is coming and I have no where to hide
Losing breath in the nonstop beating of humiliation
The storm is coming and I cant do anything about it
Why did you have to come into my life?

(end of verse 1)
(verse 2 [vastly violent winds screach in the background])

I have lost what something I thought I once had
I thought I was something, at least a tiny nanoscopic being on this world of life and time
Turns out I'm not even that much
And as time comes by I become less and less in rapid time

I'm ******** nothing now!
I was never ******** anything!
I was wrong to ever think at any point I'd add up to anything!
I'm ******** less than nothing now!

My hate, suffering and pain is inflating
This storm is swirling
Making my pendelum do things it really shouldn't
And I am fading from exsistance as I ease into nothingness

But yet I keep fighting!
and fighting and fighting and fighting!
For reasons unbeknowingst to me!
I keep fighting a foe that cant be touched with a sword that cant touch
The demons inside have awaken to beast of my illusionary world
This storm is arising and elavating all awhile
Its tearing, and slicing, and beating me down
This forever long beating seems even longer than time
Time that has deceived my like this one stupid ******** useless godamn whore!!!
While this torchered subconcious has reveiled to me many things I never wanted to know
In the midst of this storm my mind has gone awry
And now I cant tell reality from fantasy ...but then again I never could...

My hate, suffering and pain is inflating
This storm is swirling
Making my pendelum do things it really shouldn't
Making my visionary illusion accelerate insanity
And I am fading from exsistance as I ease into nothingness

Makers of hate have infested inside me
Giving me strength I know I dont have
Visions of horror and secrets of sorrow
My mind has the rythemic flow of this chaotic storm!!!!!!!!

Now that my pin's no longer balanced and I just keep falling
Awaiting a death thats sure to come, its just taking too long
But I keep fighting it with energy that doesn't exsist!
Demons of hate ally with the beasts of revenge
And have focused energy in my heart to keep me alive
My body is dead, my mind is now empty, but my heart is full of hatred energy!
die b***h die!

(thundering starts in line with the songs beat in the background, wind noises start a nonstop acceration until end of verse 2)

Redefining my reality
Redefining my whole ******** world
The solid brick wall of my values and beleifs being torn down by this storm
Giving me hope in this world of hate
Redefining my mind
It is redefining my mind, this violent storm of hatred inside of me
Redefining my exsistance
Redefining my very being on this hell hole called Earth
But can you redefine what had no defination to begin with?

My life was in purgatory
It had no reason or will to continue on
Outside forces caused me to anchor on to you
But you dropped that anchor and destroyed my self being
The road to self-destruction is a long and painful quest
One I would never wish upon my greatest enemy
Redefining my mind
Redefining my exsistance
Redefining my mind
Redefining my very being on this hell hole called Earth
But can you redefine what had no defination to begin with?

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
What makes us keep going?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
What makes us give a s**t?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Why do we keep going?!
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Why do we keep going?!
Why do we keep going?!
Why do we keep going?!
Can you redefine what had no defination to begin with?

Fighting this storm with worthless weapons
Fighting this plague with a restless soul
Fighting this storm with worthless weapons
Fighting this storm with worthless weapons
with worthless weapons!
with worthless weapons!
WITH WORTHLESS WEAPONS!!!!

(end of verse 2)
(raging wind background noises slow down into melodic wind)
In this world of hate
In this world of vengeance
In this world with nothing but dead deities
In this world of suffering, apathy, and pain
Apathy is our fuel
Apathy is what keeps us going
Ignorance to what we fear
Ignorance is the morale that lets us keep going
Ignorance is bliss to the soul of the hated
Apathetic souls continue on
Empathetic souls filled with sorrow for those less fortuneate
Whats the point in the end?
A religious justification?
Moral gratification?
And what do those things do to help the torchered soul?
In a world that prefers jihad to alms
In a world of christian crusaders
Who would rather shove redemption down the throats of many then to pay to the poor

My fragile unstable life
Fell over the edge
Decention down a spiraling fate
Hate filled up my heart and replaced my hope
And now the hatred fuel has been exhausted
Hope begins to exsist
Working with the reminensences of hate
Hand in hand they work together
In an ignorant world of apathy
From hate grows will from will grows hope and from hope comes life
(end of verse 3)(end of song)  

[Sophie_Safiye17]

I didn't write this, however it deserves to be posted, so...

It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness---
I'm so accustomed to my Fate---
Perhaps the Other--- Peace---

Would interrupt the Dark---
And crowd the little Room---
Too scant--- by Cubits---to contain
The Sacrament---of Him

I am not used to Hope---
It might intrude upon---
Its sweet parade---blaspheme the place---
Ordained to Suffering---

It might be easier
To fail---with Land in Sight---
Than gain---My Blue Peninsula---
To perish---of Delight---

---Emily Dickinson  

[c h r n o]

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