Campo's Poetry Corner

[Camp Blood]

this is a thread i hope will become big, i am devoteing this to the readings and recitings of poetry and art and hopefull some helpfull opinions which everyone is enitiled to in all honesty, i would liek to start of with one of my newer poems:

-GREY SUNSET-

cloud floats by as if it was riding on an angel's breath,
see a grey sunset on the horizon burning brighter then a hundred suns,
watching as the chaos starts and i pause holding onto that one moment of calm,
looking at a picture for it brings me happiness,
dancing to the screaming quiet song as the reaper guides the children into the grey sunset like a moth to a flame,
10 degrees of clear in my mind,
and in the land where shadows face the other way I will be happiest,
here the footsteps of my past follow me around like a demon on my back,
dance ..... dance to the screaming quiet song of pain, I look as this picture and ride the calm,
and fight and scream and love and hate in the chaos of the grey sunset,
hold a fist full of nothing that was my life, living in a dark place sleeping on rain,
wondering ....... thinking about things that aren't while i look for my old friend,
wander the streets at 3 a.m. trying to cash this check in my poisoned hands,
living like a soulless zombie, and in the end all that's left is shame and poison

-END-

[boogeyman87]

I remember a thread like this on the previous board. But people were afraid that people would steal their work. I'll post some of my material up when i find a good one. Hopefully no-one steals it.

[Camp Blood]

i hear you but nowadays isn't everybody stealing something from somebody, me i tryed to create my own type of poetry like poe did

[boogeyman87]

True, but if i saw one of poems one day on mtv or heard it on the radio i would be pissed. :) I'll have to think about it . Actually my signature has a bit of my poetry up. That ones alittle wierd . I have a whole book filled of poetry so maybe i will .

[Camp Blood]

this is one of my most recent shots, its of a stairwell, and has very dramatics contrast of light and dark

[Superman]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
this is one of my most recent shots, its of a stairwell, and has very dramatics contrast of light and dark I don't see anything. :(

[Camp Blood]

forgot to attach the file, DeepBlue photography is a little thing i started, all the shots of copywritten so nobady will steal these

[Superman]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
forgot to attach the file, DeepBlue photography is a little thing i started, all the shots of copywritten so nobady will steal these Not to be mean....but I don't understand what it is. What exactly are we looking at?

[Camp Blood]

another one of my Fave shots titled: Slipping Through the Cracks

[Camp Blood]

a shadowed stairwell, but looks at the contrast of light and dark, i thought it was nice, this is artsy stuff

[boogeyman87]

Alright heres something , i hope no-one hates it. And please dont steal it .

"Growing into"

I don’t have all day for you
I don’t have a way for you
I think I liked it better
When we were lost
I think I liked us better
Before we crossed

Into the river and
Under the bridge
We didn’t know it was
A privilege

To be so carefree and
Over the top
Never knew we would
Have to stop

Looking for the door to childhood
Hoping it was part of life’s falsehood
Faded memory and photographs
don’t forget all of our smiles and laughs

a lot of crime in this new life of ours
a lot of bandages for all our scars
Clutching you as you clutch to me
We never got to be .. happy

[Camp Blood]

very good boogey, vivid use of words to describe the images you were trying to project, i like it, what did you think of mine

[Superman]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
very good boogey, vivid use of words to describe the images you were trying to project, i like it, what did you think of mine Boogey? Sounds like something you find in a kleenex...lol

[Camp Blood]

i just didn't feel liek typing in boogeyman87

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
i just didn't feel liek typing in boogeyman87

No-one ever does for some reason.

[Camp Blood]

no offense, you guys can call me camp campo cb for all i care, but anyway what did you guys think of my poem,

comments
opinions
what ever

[HalloweeN63]

I'll call you Toxic Avenger.

[Camp Blood]

hey man, yeah camp blood was my original name before toxic, but hey what ever, all the more power to you brosif

[boogeyman87]

I thought your poem was good. Reminds me of Pink Floyd or something like that. I like it. I'll post some more now, but to give you guys a heads up my poetry isnt that heavy or big. Its kinda simple and deals with little things like girls , cheating, love and politics. Altough i wrote one about suicide.

[Camp Blood]

Grey Sunset is about my uncles 30 yr. addiction to crack and dope

[boogeyman87]

Heres another one , coments would help me out with my writing. Oh and dont take what isnt yours.:D

"No one ever really knows"

You never told but a few
Since I can remember
No one ever really knew
Will you remember

How is it up where you are
Much better than down here I suppose
don’t stray to far
No one ever really knows

I saw how you went
We moved to fast for you
Wont get the message I sent
I still wish I knew

Guessing all the answers wont do us any good
Do you still mind if I do
Wont be there for me when you should
I only wish I knew

[Camp Blood]

dark, harsh

[Camp Blood]

it is about a girl i knew who cut herself and my own personal demons


--Golden Gleam--
a shell, an empty vessel
red rivers, red roses, red hate, red passion
heavy soul drags me down
lost, found, death, life, black, white, happy, sad
walk a mile in a poor mans shoes and know,
know what it is to be human
razor blade ballets on my wrists
a hollow smile on my face
crying black tears and blue diamonds in your eyes
look in your eyes and see mine
8 year love down the drain
half the man i used to be and
half the man i will be
forbidden words leave your lips
lost skies over dead seas
red stars light up the night
black sun shadows the day
but i just keep on walking
unsung art marks the walls as
a shattered soul walks by
dark, light, open, closed
shadow of a ghost of a shadow
mask on my face, knife in my hand,
fire in my eyes, water on my brain,
ash in my veins, 1000 bullets come my way
red eyes, red blood, red lips, red face
crimson memories of a forgotten past scar my mind
gold armor covers my life like a security blanket for a child
sit here with my eyes wide shut seeing clearer then ever
and here i am floating in the golden gleam starring at
the lost skies over dead seas.....

-END-

[boogeyman87]

Thats very good. I wrote about cutting too, (not me ) i'll type it up and post it later .

[Camp Blood]

that one line is supposed ot be ash in my veins, not ash in veins

[Camp Blood]

thanks boogey, can't wait ot reaad it

[boogeyman87]

I'll post a different one then the cutting one because i just feel like posting this one. Dont steal please. -

How bad has it gotten to be
when all the things that i fear the most
are not imaginary

They are the real life distress's
the yellings and the screamings
the thought that i could die
from all these mixed up feelings

I hear them and my body begins to shake
It reminds me me of how my smile is so fake

I cover my ears
hope i drowned out the sound
i contemplate leaving
but will i ever be found

These thoughts are so common
they say to everyone
but then why does it feel
like we are just one

These bruises and cuts
dont represent my true image
they are just shadows over
years worth of damage

[Camp Blood]

i liked it boogey

[boogeyman87]

Thanks Camp. Well i wrote this one last night. I usually dont like to boast about what i write but this is just fucking awesome. Sorry but i'm just so blown away by what i wrote. So to anyone(hopefully someone) who is reading , here it is-***Sidenote its long and the ...'s are just stops in the poem and then starts up with another part. Its all one poem. Ok, enjoy-

She's been under the bridge before
seen a little girl die a whore
she's wondered why it took a place
in her home and rotted her space
lying around the floor with scissors
ready to sharpen at will
learn right now why she called her sister
hear her story up for telling until.........................
.................................................. ..........................
She makes the action to use herself
why not destroy her body like it did for sister
causing us to shamefully accept it ourselfs
we didnt have to , science told us not to miss her
.................................................. ........................
Been to hell before
wasnt what is was before
she's wondered why it grew old
didnt believe a story that was told.....

Rally up against her as we need
tell her it isnt worth a care
fucking strangers isnt where
her sister wanted her to be.......

Right on track with her plan to sell it away
i told her she didnt
she says she's fine with selling her soul away
dream about her incident ...

Learn it well cause its a path
so many faces accept nowadays
fuck it she should of listened
i could of shown her all the ways

burried sixfeet under ground
right next to sister is where she remains
watch your step when you walk around
dont let your personal vendetta take you by the reigns

[Camp Blood]

you got talent boogey. check this poem it all about me, and this very large demon i have to deal with

.:Blacksunday:.

searching for my soul on your black Sunday, wrapping myself in your secrets, living in a self made purgatory, a moment of forgetting a moment of bliss, a moment of remember a moment of pain, watching as an angel falls from grace and an old song from a time that is no more plays in the background, if i could sleep forever.....deep inside your black Sunday, trapped in my own mind up against a wall, liquid poetry runs in my brain, search for a new paradise, i am a sinner i am a saint - i am a lover but not without hate, running through the hallowed halls of a shadowed labyrinth, smell the perfume of a ghost, hold on to these shattered dreams for they are precious to me, all of it in one none of it in all, what happened? lost in the moons pale light.... read a prayer for a pagan God, what is reality but what we make of it, writing this incomplete poem on your black Sunday.....

if i could sleep forever
if i could dream forever on this black Sunday....

-END-

[boogeyman87]

Heres one that relates to the last one i posted. I'll post the 3rd in a bit when i finish it.


Mister whatcha been selling to sister
Her family wants to keep her
Your not doing a fine job mister
Your on her all the time, you’re a blister…
Mister…

Get your pills away from her before
You turn her into a fucking whore
Bad relations are coming around
Broke her sister, she has no more sound….
…..too busy hanging around….

She watches sister outside in the rain
Dancing naked with her needles
Plastered on the wall is giving a pain
Sister cant help with all her deals….

Monsters live under her eyes
Blame that dirty mister
She cant help but light
Another candle for sister…

[boogeyman87]

Heres part III of Easy Ways .


Mother lied
Told her children she was a saint
Mother cried
Now she’s suddenly got a complaint
Scrape away her skin its itching
To much
Bleeding from her nails doesn’t hurt
So much
She’s gone
Sister’s gone
Mother was wrong
Saw her kids buried in the ground
Stitching is coming undone
Mothers scars are now found
Mothers habits weren’t so fun

Seven years sober
Daddy used to tell her
Children follow paths laid out
They don’t understand what its all about

Mothers in the dark with society
Living on emptiness is unhealthy
1981 is where her mind wanders
Year of something that punctures

Mothers….a….
Liar….liar…
Been down beneath the fire
Seen the brightly lit signs on sunset
Carry…carry…
Me too the clinic , don’t forget
To chase away her shadows
Run her to the blackest meadows

Pick your daisies mother
Lay behind the flash of…
Redness around your wrists
There bound to the floor
Never more will you go out like
This…your children
You’ll die before labeled a whore

[JLoomis77]

Here's a little diddy that was inspired by several of my Ex-girlfriends.....






Restraining Order= LOVE


When I bit you on your face I thought I knew then, but apparently I was mistaken.

When I kicked you in your chest while you were coming up the stairs with a basket of laundry, your love I was forsaken.

But when I was served the restraining order it all made sense to me,

That State Trooper was an Angel in disguise, a sign that we were meant to be.

I sit here in prison waiting for my release, my mind still set on you,

In less than six months i'll be getting out, there's so much left for us to do.

No matter what we'll be together, no one can stand in our way,

I realize now that Restraining Order= LOVE, there's not much more to say.

[Camp Blood]

good job guys keep them come'n

[Mojo]

I'm moving this to the Library, as it is more suited there.

[boogeyman87]

Heres my poem for the month of October . Tell me what you think of it my friends.:)

"October"

First inside of the Dawn that’s upon us
I’m always wrong with what is brought upon us
And I’m seeing troubles
Seeing mistakes
Seeing myself and I’ve taken
So many uneven roads
Cracked and torn, its my love
She cant provide me from above
They are lying in front of me
What’s its purpose if its untrue
Bring back what use to be
Seen the way out…and the way out is you
Lighten up your face
Carry over your embrace
Again and again and all over
Its fine its fine come this October
Are you coming for me when the sun hits
Delirium is seeking me out like a bullet
The color has faded from the world
And your still not here…Its fine
October is near…
The season is upon us at the end
Your too tired to be around, its ok my friend
I don’t care whether your grounded
Or sky bound…October will catch us

[Ugoff]

wow- i love poetry as well as the artsy and abstact photography- very kick ass- i havent had a lot going on lately to write poetry on- will have to see if i can dig up some of my old ones- but all of you guys totally rock. am enjoying the shit out of reading these. yay. and 'boogey' you have a wonderful nickname. hehe

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by Ugoff
wow- i love poetry as well as the artsy and abstact photography- very kick ass- i havent had a lot going on lately to write poetry on- will have to see if i can dig up some of my old ones- but all of you guys totally rock. am enjoying the shit out of reading these. yay. and 'boogey' you have a wonderful nickname. hehe

Thanks. :)

Heres one called FEVER-

See that I’ve got the fever
Been sick for so long
I swear that I will leave her
But can you say what I did was wrong

All I was doing was finding better
You tend to make me sicker with those words
She really loved me so I let her
don’t make me out to be so absurd

Didn’t you see how I wasn’t around
In about a week I will not remember you
didn’t see you looking so I was not found
Call your mother and tell her how I hurt you

Got that itch and I cant stop it
Running and running from this place
Got that fever and I cant control it
Running to that darling face

[myershall]

heres one i just thought of makin

Matt


i notice you out there
i see you through the window
we used to talk for ever
But now you say so

i know it is short but it is based on true emotion
it's about an old friend that has drifted away slowly, and just because I'm 14 doesn't mean this si just a little fight

[hallo-scream]

Beautiful Mind

A beautiful mind
what a waste it was
she looked in the mirror
and it metaphorically broke
fearful of imperfection again
and there she laid
not knowing it was made
A swirl of all the sadness
she never quite grasped
A capsule of all the the happiness
that would never quite last
If she knew her life
would be nothing
she would've tried harder
and gone farther
A beautiful mind
what a waste it was
she looked in the mirror
and it metaphorically broke
fearful of imperfection
and there I laid
not knowing it was made

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by hallo-scream
Beautiful Mind

A beautiful mind
what a waste it was
she looked in the mirror
and it metaphorically broke
fearful of imperfection again
and there she laid
not knowing it was made
A swirl of all the sadness
she never quite grasped
A capsule of all the the happiness
that would never quite last
If she knew her life
would be nothing
she would've tried harder
and gone farther
A beautiful mind
what a waste it was
she looked in the mirror
and it metaphorically broke
fearful of imperfection
and there I laid
not knowing it was made

Pretty good there, i like it. :)

Heres one i recently wrote. I'm sure you can guess what and who its about.

"Damn You"

Different after all’s
Pajamas stained with menthol’s
Scotch and cocaine mixed
Damn you dad I cant be fixed

Son of a bastard
With a gun in his hand
I’ll keep it up, faster
Shoot and you still don’t understand

I am a saint for broken dreams
Street affairs and back alley scenes
Down in the hole is where it goes
Beat downs and dirty deeds from no one knows

Doomed for living a life under tyranny
A single soul is killed
Goodbye atomic family
For dirty drugs done dealed

Hit it hard against the wall
Sharp sideswipes before I fall
Problems practiced on your children
Dare to try me yet again

[hallo-scream]

Thanks boogyman87. I liked yours as well. Here's another one. It is called She cries.

Strangely devine
a world too perfect for her
where do I go?
What shall I see?
and is this real?
then she let's it be

The eyes that see only
what we want to notice
The heart that feels no
wrong and she sang her
Jaded song

Fake and worn out
it is all tiring
and she cries again
and she cries again

A lost girl screaming
for a reality
something she can grasp
and hold onto tight

Fake and worn out
it is all tiring
and she cries again
and she cries again

[Johnathon]

Here's a Budhist one.

The lotus is a flower that grows in the mud

The deeper and thicker the mud, the more beautful the lotus blooms.

[hallo-scream]

I got plenty more to post. Here are two.

CRYING:

A beautiful strength
that took all that she
ever knew and it came
crashing on her lovely face
crying for some
crying for all
crying forever

where did her heart go?
Where did her mind go?
when life was on the edge

She's trying so hard now
going away from herself
flowing away
going away

A beautiful strength
that took all that she
ever knew and it came
crashing on her lovely face
crying for some
crying for all
crying forever

And where did my heart go
where did my mind go?
when life was on edge
crying for some
crying for all
crying forever

TRAGIC OPINION:

With such a lost beauty
I laid desperately
and a waterfall coming down
my torn face
what a tragic opinion of myself
oh I'm scattered all over the place
do you know I like to break mirrors
do you know I like to put me down
with such a lost beauty
I lay desperately
and a waterfall coming down
my torn face
A tragic opinion of myself
do I love thee
do I like thee
NO! NO! NO! NO!
If only I could see
do you know I like to break mirrors
do you know I like to put me down
Such a tragic opinion of myself

[Camp Blood]

you all very talented and i am glad to find some namy poets on here, if any of you live in the new york/new jersey i useualy go to the imagine mosaic in central park and read my work just incase any of you are interested

[hallo-scream]

cool. My uncle and Aunt live in New York. Maybe when I visit them sometime I can catch ya.

[Camp Blood]

quick thing i did

[boogeyman87]

Some new stuff. Enjoy. :)

“Kill the Saturdays”

Kill the Saturdays
Banged and clanged them up and away
The sounds are distressing and the clouds are messing
With my eyes , I can see how their no good
I must do this and move along
Kill the Saturdays because their so long
Blank and big expressions from the day
All day all night I’ve been pent up with it
Finally I’m allowed to just take it away
Kill the Saturdays
Blow them away , their useless for me anyways
That day chokes me and doesn’t listen
I’ve called and told it to brighten me up
Ignore me and it’s a good enough excuse to neaten
The Saturdays , I’ll kill the Saturdays
I’m falling away
Cant it be the one to change
Why does it always stay
The same damn way
I’m pale and faint from the Saturdays
I’m wasting myself away
Tell me I’m okay for wanting to do away
To execute and to dilute that pain of a day
Let me kill the Saturdays
Emotionally complex and what did I say all along
You’ll all hate them too once the bad happens to you
Lets all grieve ad sing along
We’re off to kill the Saturdays , wont you?

[hallo-scream]

I love it boogeyman87. By the way what is your real name again? Here is a really short song I wrote. I don't think it is my best, but I thought share it with ya. It is untitled for now.


Fiercly dark, cunning and unwise/Seeing all the things I despise/Counting down until I love/a stronger strength than all of the above/curious and faded/chorus: Save me, I am hiding and you are binding, so save me.

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by hallo-scream
I love it boogeyman87. By the way what is your real name again? Here is a really short song I wrote. I don't think it is my best, but I thought share it with ya. It is untitled for now.


Fiercly dark, cunning and unwise/Seeing all the things I despise/Counting down until I love/a stronger strength than all of the above/curious and faded/chorus: Save me, I am hiding and you are binding, so save me.

Thanks and my name is Chris. :) Thats a catchy thing you got there. I'll be posting more very very soon if you wanted to know. I hope you keep up the writing too.

[hallo-scream]

Your welcome Chris and thanks. I am glad you liked it. I look forward to reading more from you. I always keep up the writing and I will be posting lots more as well.

[FTL]

*

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by FTL
*

On that note i've got some more material to share. Thanks for the intermission FTL. :)

"Commodity"

This time I want no solicitors
Don’t need them, I've got listeners
They're ready and willing
To follow anything
They’ve been voodooed
Beaten up because they argued
About all the young blooded murderers
Cant you see they’re all hyperactive followers
After all its faster
We’re all calling
Its costing
And now we’re coasting
Away away away
Perfect commodity
What’s your motto young zombie
didn’t it use to be…don’t try me
Way to lose a life little Sally and Johnny
I flew with anticipation
Where’s the hesitation
I think I’m running in circles
Damn the frustration
My time , my head it crumples
Put a line through to cause you
To react to the bad taste
Of me in your brain
Perfect commodity
What’s your motto young zombie
didn’t it use to be…don’t try me
Way to lose a life little Sally and Johnny
You cant get me away
I’ve gotten a hold of something
And I wont go away
Your language is kind
Perfect and worldly kind of
Like my mind
You better hold on to your love
I’ll make it disappear
Leave and say your message
Away away away

[hallo-scream]

That is good Chris. I like it. Very interesting. Two new poems here.

Darker for once
nothing new and nothing old
I guess I stopped liking
I guess I stopped hating
A new day
a new way
darker for once
nothing new and nothing old
falling farther with no one to hold

Lost

Dark and lost
wondering forever
chained to one thought
locked in one cell
I guess I was never taught
an angel inside a devil
the days seem too long
dark and lost
wandering without purpose
knowing all I loved is gone
chained to one thought
I guess I was never taught

[boogeyman87]

Those are good Jacqueline, short but sweet. :)
Here something to keep this thread alive. The title is tentative at the moment. ;)

“013705”

I met my life today
I’ve gone black and blue inside
Surprised about the eccentricity of me
Constantly in a awkward state of mind
What I see is not what I want to be
Joined the gang of naysayers in my town
We gang up on old ladies and beat them down
The law plays its part and we’re in the tank
Family visits , I sit and fidget and then thank
Them for bringing me my filthy pictures
Say it isn’t right that I miss her
She would of saved me from my troubles
Told me to stay and intercourse instead of force
Old women to the floor
You guys would of loved her had she not gone
God damn I’m a pathetic little man
What happened to my normal conscious life
Perceiving things and doing my job to fix them
Now I’m just like them but when
Did it occur, how did I learn
To be a juvenile and to offend
Glad I’m locked away
I’ll finally pay
Cold and hard in here
But I need to stay
I still find it funny how it all passed me by
One day fighting drug use and a life of abuse
Now it drugs us and kills us
Paranoia and a rush of blood to the head
My name is 013705 and I’ve screwed up my life

[blicdh]

Chris, I really like your poetry .

I have a great admiration for ANYONE with artistic abilities.

I have only recently picked up poetry, so bear with me. The first is a haiku I've been fooling around with while the second is after me and some friends got busted with pot, then my other friend O.D.'ed about a month later.

Operation Iraqi Freedom

Why free Iraqis?
Don't want it, for good reason
Look at Vietnam

Screw-up: Revisited

Since my friend overdosed,
After another was expelled,
After I have detoxed,
Which had worked out,
I had felt myself on the verge of tears.

While I picked up the phone,
Before I apologized,
As I felt so alone,
Though I have a loving home,
I could enjoy the thought I had come clean.

[Camp Blood]

its a poem i did

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by blicdh
Chris, I really like your poetry .

I have a great admiration for ANYONE with artistic abilities.

I have only recently picked up poetry, so bear with me. The first is a haiku I've been fooling around with while the second is after me and some friends got busted with pot, then my other friend O.D.'ed about a month later.

Operation Iraqi Freedom

Why free Iraqis?
Don't want it, for good reason
Look at Vietnam

Screw-up: Revisited

Since my friend overdosed,
After another was expelled,
After I have detoxed,
Which had worked out,
I had felt myself on the verge of tears.

While I picked up the phone,
Before I apologized,
As I felt so alone,
Though I have a loving home,
I could enjoy the thought I had come clean.

Very good. Thanks for the suppor too. Might as well post something while I'm here. This was poem for a girl. Things didnt turn out great though. :(

“Smile Girl”

Your appropriate in times like these
You stir up good things in me
Someone they look up to, they envy
I see very well what the world is meant to see

Your smart and nice
Delicate and worth the price
Funny and polite
Witty, neat and far from uptight

You put me in a constant state of gratification
Someone special that will make it out of this place
Your above everything, someone who never had to show compensation
Aesthetic pleasure with a moonlit face

You’re a memory that I care for
Meaningful girl who needs the world
Alive inside and a breath I take once more
A treasured trove , a million dollar pearl

I hear sounds from your voice and your thoughts I admire
I cant imagine that others hear the same
Elegant and sophisticated with your attire
All the ones that are seeking your pain are put to shame

You’re a strength to the ones
That you care for and hold close
A richer soul that has emotions
You’re a warm evening sun that came so close

[blicdh]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
its a poem i did

That poem is very touching, CB. I wish I could come to NY, I can only IMAGINE what your readings must be like.

Here is another, one of my fav's...

I Hate

I hate the system
I hate the war
I hate the ignorant, fascist whores
I hate the CSA, land of the free
(enterprise, that is)
I hate the faux socialists
And the dictators who exploit it

I hate the superficial
Material wants
I hate the giggling
Dim-witted tramps
I hate the religious fundamentalists
Dictating whom to love
Whom to hate

But most of all
Of all things considered
I hate hate
It makes life bitter

[blicdh]

Why?

Giggles behind backs
They think they are cool as shit
I hope they get theirs

Alcohol
I drink alcohol
It's cool
I drink alcohol
It is the "thing to do"
I drink alcohol
It fucks me up
I drink alcohol
It causes heartbreak
I drink alcohol
It lets me make friends
I drink alcohol
It is a leading factor in car crashes
I drink alcohol
It causes overdoses
I drink alcohol
It is worse than marijuana (and it's legal, even)
I drink alcohol
It kills
I drink alcohol
It destroys lives
I drink alcohol

[boogeyman87]

Maybe all two of you can help me with something. Basically just by giving me your opinion on this(i plan to enter it into a creative writing contest for school. Its also meant to be short.)-

“Facina”

Don’t give us your little lip and genuine thoughts
Under skin we see that sincerity rots
Lets begin with a remnant that’s not
The tide is high and the Harlequins are queasy
Stay to make them cry and then we’re gone in sixty
Chemicals leave phony red stains on the brain
Touch the edges and pull back with a cut
Pull over and avoid the puddle of acid rain
Turn down the voices and keep the looking shut
Our shoddy workmanship shows splits in the craft
Get up kid and clean out your lungs so you can laugh

[Camp Blood]

cool poem boogey

[zombie commando]

I contemplate, ensnared by doubt
when watching you while unaware
For your fleet eyes do dart about
falling silent, your mind nowhere
yet wrapped in thought, your silent shout
does mist the morning’s dreary air.

And condensates and starts to drip
falling to your dangling hair
Oh, if I could see upon your lip
the words you think but never air
I know that I would let tongue slip
and catch a drop with tender care
that from a meager, tiny sip
I’d own the thoughts you never share.

Yet gazing on at you above
I realize such theft’s not fair
for who may own what sings the dove?
And dares call home the lion’s lair?
So I’ll ask not what thinks my love
I’ll end the quiet, and meet her there.

--------------------------------------------

Crack My Spine

What a shame to watch the eager passers pause
and stand and hover over that fairest rose
for her form is not her beauty’s cause
it’s the wit and mind around which her petals close
How can they miss the worth that lies within?
so easily blinded by her outer glare
are her words consumed by her look’s lesser din?
to become lost echoes gasping out for air
Well those whispers seemed to me so loud
I had to set aside my current book
and fight my way through the gaping crowd
which misses out by choosing just to look
For I want to kneel and smell and know that lovely rose
to be the man that loves with both eyes closed

-------------------------------

Your orbs are an ophthalmoscope, transilluminating my mortal coil. In that peep you find a fellow litterateur, a proprietor of ideas, an aspiring salvific saint, and yet you project bewilderment. I say, nay…. I am jussive…. Reflect not on my grandiloquence and fastuous wordage, rather on content. For within is the worth, my beauty reniform. If I am ensorcelling you, it is by no fault of mine, but rather yours. I am optative, I know, but I desire for you to see that.

[boogeyman87]

Something short, something sweet and off the top of my head.


“Row Row Row Your Robots”

I don’t want to be a robot
Take the batteries out of me
I want to run on blood and feel hot
I want to be made out of flesh, not metal
Move around when I please and act civil
God take me out if I make a beep beep
I came from the stork not the Idaho toy factory
Go to the local watch place and pick up my instructions
I’m kidding you I’m completely in control of my functions
I don’t want to be a robot
Cables are not connected to me nor do they stop me
Fire my lasers and walk in sync
I’ll destroy the city with a blink and wink a gun colored pink
I’m bold and I’m forward
I’m not a robot
I’m just censored

[blicdh]

I have started a journal, in the form of poetry and drawings only. Here are a few no-namers:


"Hello" (working title)

Hello, my name is Kevin, and I am a white, depressed, middle-class, consumerative-slumlord from rural America that is totally against capitalism, as all capitalism has ever brought us was oppression, war, exploitation, and greedy, war-monger politicians who could not give a rat's ass about the working-class America, but rather, only those whom are capable of bribing and blackmailing the politicians. Hi, my name is Kevin, and I am an American. Help me.

"071789"

April cries as May cheers on Mother Warfare
I cry when I think of people cheering for war
People are hypocrites. A person can be equally critical of all, including oneself
People hate. A person can and, most often, will love

I have abstract ideals
I have an abstract mind
I am ridiculed by most, praised by few
I hate bloodshed. I hate bloodshed. I dislike bloodshed

People ridicule me because they do not get me
People ridicule me because of my beliefs
People ridicule me because they are sophomoric, dim-witted slobs
People ridicule me because of who I am friends with.


"Are You"

Are you gay?
Do you look at porn?
Are you a freak?
Do you believe in anarchy? If so, do you burn buildings and cause chaos?
I have a question for you...
Does it matter what the fuck I am or, rather, who the fuck I am?


"Dumb Haiku #001"

Superficial wants
Orthodox minds are insane
A nation brainwashed


"Dumb Haiku #002"

Sick in my dead head
I deserve eternal hell
Of course, we all do

[Camp Blood]

i am glad to find people with a passion for poetry like me, and blicdh i draw in my poetry book to, but i like the journal idea alot, but here is a drawing from my poetry book, its not so much a drawing as it is visual poetry, thats why i call it "poetry in art"

[ShadowX81]

The Great Depression
Poor Folk Everywhere
Tv not yet invented
Youd be depressed too.

[blicdh]

Campo, that "Poetry in Art" is a very intuitive and nifty idea. Alas, I am no great artist.:(
The best I can do is draw stick figures with guns and flowers wilting...keep in mind that it is crappy drawings.

ShadowX81, I like your haiku. They are short and sweet, are they not?

Here are some more of my "journal" entries...

In all honesty, this one (Once Upon a Time) is more of a paragraph of beliefs, not poetry...per se. Give me some feedback on what poetry consists of, and of whether this following is poetry. Thank you.


"Once Upon a Time"
Once upon a time, I was a poser. In my more immature years I believed being a "punk" meant to wear loose clothing and to act like a total jerk-off. Since then I've learned it's not clothes or even the music that makes oneself a "punk", but rather the ideals, the thoughts, hell, even the behavior that gives one "punkish traces". To whom this may concern, there is no sense in being a fake. All it will do is hurt some friends later off, after learning the truth, and make a person look like a total jag-off.
DON'T BE A PIECE OF SHIT POSER...EVER!!!

The End.


"Haiku #003"
Cancer eats away
I'm dieing, people are grey
I'm lying down now


"P.O.S. #001"
I am a severely oppressed
Repressed
And depressed individual
Is this the price I pay
For knowing
The whole truth?


"Haiku #004"
I am a raped man
Raped of my values, that is
Society sucks!


"P.O.S. #002"
I hope you're happy
With how you made me feel
Now you can bask in your glory
WHile I wallow in my shame and sorrow

[Camp Blood]

i read a few books on how to draw and copied alot of anime pictures i saw and i sort of built up my drawing and sketching style from there

[blicdh]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
i read a few books on how to draw and copied alot of anime pictures i saw and i sort of built up my drawing and sketching style from there

That's pretty neat.

Here's a crappy poem entitled...
"Something"

Society is a savage beast
Out only to quench its bloodthirt craving
Conquer defenseless habitats
Control the forest
Most of all, to kill for sport and joy
Force the earth to make society strive

"Why"

Sky is gloomy, full of pain
Earth is barren, full of shame
Animals cower, habitats cease to exist
Why must it be this way?
Third world citizens can't afford food
Fat fascist regimes bask in oil
They are obliterating human compassion, bringing down the world
Why must there be industry?
The "War on Terror" is a mockery
Headed by a neo-conservative consumer society, wasting its resources
Humans are stupid, take Mother Nature for granted
Why must there be a human race?

[boogeyman87]

I like your stuff Blich. Now, I need some help from all two of you(maybe more). I have this creative writing contest that I plan on entering and I have three pieces that I'm trying to decide on. It would be awesome if you could help me decide or just give me your opinions on which one you like and why.

This one I posted above at the top of the page but I'll post it again right here.

Facina

Don’t give us your little lip and genuine thoughts
Under skin we see that sincerity rots
Lets begin with a remnant that’s not
The tide is high and the Harlequins are queasy
Stay to make them cry and then we’re gone in sixty
Chemicals leave phony red stains on the brain
Touch the edges and pull back with a cut
Pull over and avoid the puddle of acid rain
Turn down the voices and keep the looking shut
Our shoddy workmanship shows splits in the craft
Get up kid and clean out your lungs so you can laugh

The next one is a bit longer.

Hollow Land

That part of us
A shape of carelessness and things we thought were different
Our worried tics and the habitual changeless once we entered fuss
A unadulterated plainly lit picture for everyone to see was fluent

There was something better than it we see
The accident and the repeated injury
Lets be caught and get away from the noise
Shoot the breeze in the meadows and maintain our poise

Impulsive for only it and cursive when we take down the barrier
City catches people and puts them in their place more than often
We broke our values and named the dog killer
Need to put the optimism off and see the poison

More than a shadow
Less than catatonic but characterized under lost
We return to the position that we had grooved
Find a rendition of what they ostracized for the cost
A place where they sold it had moved

Throw ourselves down to the patch where it grows
Cant get it in a magazine or down gold avenue
Big life was unfair in taking our share and leaving us to our blows
It made us selfish with it and we both knew , yeah we both knew

The last I just did and It has a story to it.

The Rabbit

Open up the box and search around for it
Something valuable and something brightly lit
Where’s Tommy during a time like this
Down the street , carrying a baggage of a girl
But the way he moves, its step and miss
The challenge for him is deep and yet he swirls
Always carrying and standing the cutting in she does
From face to toe we don’t see where he goes
Quiet now and we wont blow it
Further seems short tonight when green is in the air
Put up the signal and run for it
Was it because of that dare
Get away quickly and don’t take her with you
As I said before she’ll carry you down with you
Don’t point that at me I’m still on your side
Just a partner’s suggestion not an instigated fight

[blicdh]

After much consideration, I suggest that you go with the poem entitled Hollow Land.

My interpretation of the poem is that of a relationship that was unsuccessfully worked on my it's partners. They had lost their values, their true feelings for one another to try to make it work out, however in the end, it didn't pull through. I may be totally misreading the story behind it, but that is what I caught from it.

I hope that I was, at least, a small bit of help. All three poems are very hard to choose from, and if you don't happen to feel confident enough to enter with Hollow Land, then a safe poem you could try is The Rabbit. What I gathered from The Rabbit is the story of some guy running off with some girl, yet he is having second thoughts. He feels she is just a drain on his life. He is thinking he may be better off going off in the night by himself. He feels that he is just screwing himself over in the long run. However, the guy is having conflicted desires, and is second guessing himself.

Any of the three poems you listed are thoughtprovoling, and that is what I like to see in poetry, as any trained reader would, but the two I listed are the ones I would enter, with the former being my first choice.

Again, I hoped I made your entry a little easier to deal with.

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by blicdh
After much consideration, I suggest that you go with the poem entitled Hollow Land.

My interpretation of the poem is that of a relationship that was unsuccessfully worked on my it's partners. They had lost their values, their true feelings for one another to try to make it work out, however in the end, it didn't pull through. I may be totally misreading the story behind it, but that is what I caught from it.

I hope that I was, at least, a small bit of help. All three poems are very hard to choose from, and if you don't happen to feel confident enough to enter with Hollow Land, then a safe poem you could try is The Rabbit. What I gathered from The Rabbit is the story of some guy running off with some girl, yet he is having second thoughts. He feels she is just a drain on his life. He is thinking he may be better off going off in the night by himself. He feels that he is just screwing himself over in the long run. However, the guy is having conflicted desires, and is second guessing himself.

Any of the three poems you listed are thoughtprovoling, and that is what I like to see in poetry, as any trained reader would, but the two I listed are the ones I would enter, with the former being my first choice.

Again, I hoped I made your entry a little easier to deal with.

Hmm, you did. For Hollow Land you were somewhat right. :p Its about happiness and how a couple had it in the little town they lived in. They move to the big city and their happiness is gone and they bicker with each other. The city puts them in a constricted place. They move back to the little town with a new view of happiness and a new thought that it is something you can get from the public. But its not. :)

The Rabbit is about a hiest. Its a robbery going down and Tommy who is apart of the gang is away with his girl. The girl is bringing down the group and interfering with the plans. Tommy takes her shit and carrys her around like she's a queen. The alarm is pulled and the narrator trys to tell Tommy to leave the girl and get out of there. Tommy pulls out a gun and points it at the narrator but the narrator tells him he's still on his side and it was just a suggestion.

Anyone else have any coments? Camp Blood? Guest? Peeping OHMBer?

[blicdh]

Hmm...The Rabbit seems like a song by Nirvana. Kind of like Polly.:)

BTW: I am not the greatest at interpreting poetry, just at writing it, but I try.:p

Come on people, we need YOUR thoughts on Chris's poetry. Anything that springs to mind would be greatly appreciated...so get a move on it. Bunch of MOFOs...

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by blicdh
Hmm...The Rabbit seems like a song by Nirvana. Kind of like Polly.:)

BTW: I am not the greatest at interpreting poetry, just at writing it, but I try.:p

Come on people, we need YOUR thoughts on Chris's poetry. Anything that springs to mind would be greatly appreciated...so get a move on it. Bunch of MOFOs...


Thanks, its appreciated. Thanks for the Nirvana compliment. Thats so cool. :)

[blicdh]

Originally posted by boogeyman87
Thanks, its appreciated. Thanks for the Nirvana compliment. Thats so cool. :)

Oh, for sure, Chris. Kurt Cobain was such an underrated artist, not in musical, in the traditional sense at least, but in the lyrical sense...just mesmerizing...but I'm posting stuff that should be in another thread, so here's a poem that is off the top of my head.

"Slaughter House"

Surrealistic visions of a world yet to come
Place where people can tolerate, nay, love one another
World without war, without argue, without altercation, without quarrel
Reality that shall not exist 'til the second coming
Though, I shall not see that, in this life

EDIT: 02/01/05- "Vent"

Head is pounding
About to burst.
People at school
Are the worst.
Blatant hypocrites
Walk the streets.
Losing my mind
Skip two beats.
Hate the world
Wish to die.
Hate people
So mighty and high.
The world's messed
No one cares.
Can solve our problems
Drinking beers.
Throbbing in my head
Increasing.
Government's atrocities
Unceasing.
Kids at school
ridicule.
Another note
Noam Chomsky's cool.
Let's get out of here
Fuck it.
Can't stand reality
Hate all this shit.

[blicdh]

Just something off the top of my head...

"Jim Town"
Rob a bar
Smoke a bowl
No one cares what we do in this shithole
Light a fire
Drown some cats
Hell, even beat up the mayor's brats
We are teens
Rule the earth
Have premarital sex, abort childbirth
World has gone
To hell and back
Only care about the neighbor's rack
Parents out
To punish me
Nothing in life is ever free

[Camp Blood]

good work people, keep it come'n

[blicdh]

"Obedience"

Silly children
Laugh and play
Go to school, call people gay
Silly children
Ignorant as can be
Grow up surbanite, land of the free
Silly children
Take food for granted
Stumble across someone's noodle, it is Santa's!
Silly children
Must go to strife
Spoke too much, take this knife

[blicdh]

"Haiku #2983"
Cold-blooded killer
Biased juror, guilty plea
Ten years, kills again

"Haiku #311"
Razor blades split wrists
Venom spews from my tainted veins
Drops of truth seldom

"Haiku #230"
Wisdom occured once
Before humans existed
Won't be wise again

"Outis"
Death is a thing many people fear
I have always wondered why this is to be
Are they afraid of it hurting?
Can't be, people cut themselves
Are they afraid of worrying their loved ones?
Nay, these people say "fuck you" to them, everyday
Possibly, they are afraid of being condemned for sin?
Nope, these people have not feared God
So...what could the reason be?
It must be the fear of the unknown.
A rather absurd fear.

"aSyluM"
Dull, dreary-eyed zombies drag through the streets
Go outside, must carry a wad of paper and a card of plastic
Shan't be alone, not with these drones wandering
Where is there to go find peace? Where am I to find asylum?
I know a perfect spot...the mall

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Some good shit there, Kevin. You've got a no-nonsense approach, which is good...keep that edge. :D

So, anyway...while I'm here, I guess I can post some of my crapola:

"Pledge of Reprehension"
You said that I was free
You said that I had nothing to fear...
That I was born into something
That could never be taken away
Then you stole it from me,
But called it something else
You said it was my chance to give back,
Though you've never given me anything
I gave you my loyalty so many times,
And renounced it only when I realized
That you had abandoned me...
That you'd left me naked and alone
In a world that doesn't care,
In a world which shuns my presence
I was taught to stand up and salute you
Now I hang my head in shame
Why ask what I can do for you
When I see what you've already done to me?
Please tell me, my country...
Why have you forsaken me?

That one was more recent...here's some shit I wrote a LONG time ago, when I was about 16 or 17...all of which is untitled:

son of a bitch
angry bastard
motherfucker
wasted on the world
cut yourself until you die
it's the only way
to release yourself from all the shit
you've been taking all these years
you deserve it
don't we all?
no...no all of us
not some of us
we only feel despair
we don't know about relief
i don't know the meaning of the word

do your children a favor...
don't have them
don't ever make them suffer
the way you have
the way i have
once you die, you're dead
and you won't be back (thank god)
to do it all again
so do it right the first time
cut your teeth on sadness
and insincerity
do your children a favor
leave them out of it
conception is cruelty
ground up bones to feed the soul
raspberry flavored death
close your eyes and kill yourself
having children is selfish and cruel
leave your children out of it

burning with fire
burning with rage
anarchy talks and i listen
no one understands
why i do what i do
not even me
i do these things
cuz it's all i can do
i drag myself from day to day
cuz i don't know how to quit
don't know how to die
i try to rationalize suicide
but it never works
i try to rationalize living
that doesn't work either
you can't rationalize pain

breathing mist...
the thick smell of raw meat...
a human smell
the heat of bodies
the smell of desperation
agony, lust...
the smoke of a thousand cigarettes
i lay twisted on the floor
my insides leaking out
the others watch in wonder
as i writhe and twitch and kick
the look on with the utmost attention
they enjoy every moment of my pain
when i stop, when i'm still
they all applaud
this is what it's like for me
when people read these words...
when i have to talk to people...
when anyone looks at me
if i don't move, maybe no one will see me
if i don't speak, perhaps they won't hear me
if i don't listen, maybe they won't speak
and if i never leave the shell
maybe they can't hurt me anymore

there was a time
when i didn't have to hide my thoughts
when i could tell them
what i was thinking
and maybe they'd understand
there was a time
when i didn't hate myself
when i understood them
cuz i was one of them
there was a time
when people could be with me
without me bumming them out
a time when i wasn't so cynical...
god, i used to be so fucking worthless

always remember...
the world is trying to kill you
it's stealing your life
and it's getting away with it
cut them down
break them down
cut off your face
and show them who you are
you are everyone and everything
don't let them tell you otherwise
i've never met anyone
who told the truth all the time
everyone lies...
cuz it's useful, cuz it's easy
sometimes we believe our own lies
that's when we go too far
everyone lies...
so i believe no one
trust is the ultimate form of naïveté

i'm wasting my life
i can't help thinking
about all of the people
who are dying right now
people i've never met...
people i'll never meet
people who live in neighborhoods
where no one cares...
where no one notices they've died
i think about these people often
and i think about my life...
how little time i have
and how i'm spending it
it's all so pointless
sometimes i feel
like i should spend more time
with people my own age
but every time i try it
they only make me angry
and i move even further back
into my dark little corner

the world is alien to me
the whole world and all the people in it
are dark and incomprehensible to me
i don't understand anyone
i don't understand anything
i don't know anyone
and no one knows me
it's better this way
i hate people enough as it is
knowing them would only make it worse
i could start killing them
or worse...i could start liking them

practical lie
more convenient than truth
more comforting
i lie to myself to keep myself alive
faced with the truth, i would destroy myself
i know the truth but i believe the lie
it's the only thing that keeps me going

how can a world so big
be so full of people so small?
everyone looks the same...
everyone looks like shit
in a certain light, you can't tell them apart
all of them blatantly ugly
i don't want to deal with them
i don't want to know them
i don't want them to know me
cuz they can't
people make me want to kill them
being with them makes me hate
and i just want to be alone
but i'm never alone
my thoughts are always with me
my memories drive me insane
i hate these people
i hate myself

fuck the world
and everything in it
i have nothing left
except for death
i used to be alive
now i'm just waiting
already dead,
i'm waiting for the shell to die
don't you get it?
i don't want to be talked to
i don't want to be touched
i want to be alone
i want to be destroyed
people are idiots
i want to annihilate them
mind of a shark
two modes...
sleep and attack
there's blood in the water
and i haven't eaten in days
stay on shore
or prepare to die
fuck you

Okay...that's more than enough for now. Maybe more at a later time...though I can't imagine who'd want to read more of this shit.

[Camp Blood]

good work, really long to

[blicdh]

Those are some deep writings, James. I admire your use of colorful language in your poems, it makes descriptions stand out that much more.

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
good work, really long to
Yeah...I just went through one of my old notebooks and picked some out to post...didn't realize I put that many of them up. LOL Thanks, though. :D


Originally posted by blicdh
Those are some deep writings, James. I admire your use of colorful language in your poems, it makes descriptions stand out that much more.
Thanks...I was actually insane when I wrote those. It's kind of weird looking back on them now. And if by colorful language, you mean "shit" and "fuck"...yeah, my old work is full of that shit. LOL It was stream-of-consciousness writing, and I just put down whatever came into my head...and since I was basically an enraged, depressed, raving lunatic, a majority of my thoughts at that time contained four-letter words. Really, I wrote to survive...I needed it. And looking back on it, that shit really cut to the bone. I never cared about structure or any of that...I didn't even care if the shit made sense to anyone but me...it wasn't for anyone else, anyway. All I cared about was getting that shit out of me. I was trying to get out of my own head. Those pieces were basically my mind laid out on paper...and if you go through and read that stuff, you've got a pretty accurate picture of what was going through my head every moment of every day for about five or six years.

[blicdh]

I wrote poetry the same way. Just whatever I have on my mind, I'll write down. I look at it this way, would you rather some poetry that sounds fucked up like the person (me) should be thrown into a half-way house, or would you want to watch a news spot where some kid went psycho and was fed up with school...yada yada yada...I become just another statistic.

I feel poetry is a great way of expressing true emotion, in a way that stories or anything else can. It is just a way to vent, to actually SEE what is going on upstairs.

So, yeah...I know where you're coming from.

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Yeah...and it was the only way I felt that I could say anything. I couldn't talk to anyone, so writing was the only voice I had. And with as reserved as I was with other people, that's how vocal and straight-to-the-point I always was when writing. I tried to just cut through the bullshit and get to the point. My poetry is all pretty bare-bones...no embellishments...just a straight tell-it-like-it-is style...or at least, how I saw it. To me, that's the only way to write anything meaningful...which I think is how you operate, as well. If a person doesn't write their stuff that way, it seems to me that they're just lying...and I don't really have any respect for that.

[boogeyman87]

Midnight, Halloween H20 was on, Valentines on the brain. This is that product-



Thirty-Two Valentines

Who really wants the reverb
Indeed we all care a little
This warning is honestly disturbing
Fearfully why don’t we try a little
Humming shredding sounds that bring discoveries
Hold on, its reaching into me
Suddenly the mark surfaces on my eye
I was bitten and thirty-two valentines flew into the sky
Blow a soft kiss under your breathless lips
There is but one light tonight on standby
Nestle down, listen to it, the sound as it unzips
I walked on by and carried a card
Thirty-two valentines spread out on the table
I sat down and wondered why you were so hard
Threw me out that ignorant afternoon when I was able
The day of redefining passes me on by
Thirty-two valentines wasted…and I’m still too shy

[súrf nází]

Wow I'm very glad I found this thread, I didn't know there were other poets on this board. Here's the latest of mine...

Chaos surrounds the young man's clouded mind
His hand reaches out for itself to no avail
Mindless creations pounded out by the minute
Veins arisen with treacherous psilocybin
Eyes watering with paranoid hallucinations
Fireapple red explosions delude from the mouth
Leaving behind 6 goot piles of ashes
The remainder of joyful memories and cannabis sativa
A small ripple that cuts off all of reality.

It's a poem I wrote about my experiences with psilocybin(aka magic mushrooms). Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Keep the poetry comin' brothers.

[boogeyman87]

Surf Nazi, your work is great and I like it.

Heres something I wrote last night that is about as random as I can get without people being worried about me.

One Day I Hope To Be Bionic”

Reagan’s upstairs listening to Jan and Dean
Water colored walls keep the art alive
Lisa’s got a heart for the sax and is a dancing queen
Put on your checkered shorts and prepare for a dive
Green planes in the air are barreling
Oh no their actually on the attack
that’s alright I’ve got a ray gun that I’ve been carrying
First to shoot, then you root, for me to fire back
I’m pretty great today what with the planes
I’ve done better but watch out for that issue
Romanticism is coming your way and it knows your name
Well you caught the flu, now we’ll burry you and then miss you
Chuck Norris had come to burn the forest
Why he does it, I’m not sure about that man
Chuck Taylor on my foot but I run my poorest
Those flames are close but I’ve got a plan
I’ll jump and jump then super jump
Right up like Lee Majors when he was famous
I’m far from the fire but not this dump
My face is swollen and you’ve become wordless
I guess I look like a peach again
I don’t know why it does that so often
Doctors gave medicine , things that I can follow when
Maybe my internal organs are rotten
Fly in my way yet there’s space around him
Such a small crack in my step that it bothers me
I removed them and put myself in for the win
I guess I’m my own hero that I see
Lemons get thrown out way too much
There still good is what I would say
Keep my mouth shut but I haven’t learned such
Dirty girls are still good that what I say

[blicdh]

RIP~HST
Couldn't stand the pain
Drug use never ceased
Nothing he had to gain
Nation had become a beast
Surgery created terrible mishaps
Shrapnel, head is bashed
Three week meth highs and ten minute catnaps
So far, do you think I'm doing too brash?
Fans mourn
Privacy respected
New type of journalism born
Suicide inspected
Searching American Dream
Man of insane thoughts
Coca~Cola and Jim Beam
Inside his soul begins to rot
Couldn't stand the sight
Found this world too crazy
Saved himself from the blight
He never became too lazy

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

This one's for Hunter:

Ignorant swine-headed bastards
Starve the need for a true voice
Empty heads to soothe the empty bellies
Of an ever-increasing lower class
Why would we need a Hunter now?
Why not Wolf Blitzer?
Why not Bill O'Reilly?
Why not Dan Rather?
Why not...?
Why not...?
Why not...?
Bow down and lick the boots
Of the dogs who hold the leash
Tastes like caviar
And the blood of dead children
Paint your neck red to hide
The silver spoon you were born suckling
Common man, my ass
The voice of the common man is dead
You painted the walls with his brains
And called it suicide
Perhaps the finest brain of the past century,
Driven to madness by a heartless society
Then blown out with a shotgun
Just when we needed it most
Who's finger was on the trigger...
I mean when it really counted?
I'm sure the corporate crocodiles
Will weep their tears of joy
Just as surely as we mourn
The loss of our finest soldier
Rat bastard pigfuckers...
They emptied their magazines
Into the brain of a man
Who dared to tell the truth
And when the psychic damage
Became far too much to bear
Well, who can blame such a man
If he tears his own mind out?
But for fucksake, don't they realize
That they could never kill such a man?
No, this man will never go away
Nor will his words cease to pierce them
Like daggers that were hewn
With their names on the blades
Like justice and angry vengeance
Fierce, maddened bile spit in their faces
Fuck any society that could do this
To a man it so desperately needed
Fuck anyone who would allow themselves
To be governed by these beasts
Fuck everything, until there's nothing left
Just the lone mad howl of truth
Echoing across the landscapes of the minds
That are ready and willing to hear it
Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
Ever get the feeling you've been fucked?
Sure, you bought the ticket
But it seems they've changed the ride
Doesn't it make you want to spit fire?
Or burn the carnival to the ground?
Doesn't it make you want to howl along?
Doesn't it make you understand?
Madness means nothing if the world is mad
And refusing to accept it is the only sanity
Everything can burn today
And be left in a pile of ashes
That no one will ever miss
But who's left to light the fires?
The wicked heart of this diseased culture
Can be cut out and displayed
For all the world to see
But who's left to swing the blade?
The scum of the fucking earth
Can be driven out and exiled
Or they can rule over us all
From impenetrable fortresses
They can kill by remote control
From positions of power and privilege
Or we can chop off their fingers
And gnaw on their skulls
And feed their flesh to our animals
Like the vile beasts they are
Thugs...
Liars...
Crooks
Lazy...
Human...
Scum
We won't forget this, you bastards
We sharpen our teeth and wait

[blicdh]

That was touching, James. Way to tell that shit like it is. Wish there was more I could add...but, alas....

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Originally posted by blicdh
That was touching, James. Way to tell that shit like it is. Wish there was more I could add...but, alas....
Thanks...it's just the only way I could express everything that's hit me since I got the news. I liked your contribution, as well. Very well said.

[Camp Blood]

hot shyt my brotha man

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
hot shyt my brotha man
Thanks...it's the most heartfelt thing I've written in a long, long time.

[boogeyman87]

Any thoughts on my return to the poetry game?

Super Onyx

Scientific, exhibiting signs of translucency
Where’s your fine tuned design in a time of crime
Candy and controlling me….where’s the power
Tastes so god awful that you bleed sour
Hit the floor before you hit the train
I’ve seen little kids mess around with this mixed up reign
Wear them thin and end up down emergency lane
just tell me your su-su-su-su-su-su-super onyx
We fucking lost it
King and queens what’s on the telly
pari-mutual management why’d we ever bet on the future
Kennedy never got his shot to show us the future
Just tell me your su-su-su-su-su-su-super onyx
Ringing in the lives of two lemon colored individuals
Hinting at a split in the seams of our hands , held tight
Both intent on leaving each other, its just the traffic, alright
Just tell me your su-su-su-su-su-su-super onyx
Messy days spent pretending you were an adult
Please read this over and over because it was your fault
Crazy crazy crazy you and your bipolar activity
At least now your not so visible as you disappear slowly
Just tell me your su-su-su-su-su-su-super onyx
Go-no-go, muted, devoured because you were prolix

[boogeyman87]

Its too bad people dont come around her anymore, I really want to see what we can write. I just finished this one, after watching Dream Warriors. I've been in a Nightmare mood...

Elm Street

The sun has chased me through my dreams today
The dark weary sorrow that eats away
Blink my eyes yet I cant push away
Four incisions supposed to be revenge, I’m cut
Crucifix’s cant help, early slumber and all I want to do is wake up….

I need a warrior and a narcotic to keep me still
To find a open door is to find another closed
I’m not crazy I’m not crazy I told you
My happy self replaced, transposed
Holy water cant burn, early slumber and all I want to do is wake up…

Its just a dream
The man in the fire
Is not what he seems
I’ve been seduced into murder, this terror happening
All from the nightmare on Elm Street

I’ll have to hurt myself to make things real
Its not enough to have demons chase you into existence
Its too much for my friends and they stumble and she’ll
Sing one two the dream vanquisher has come for me
Three and four, I wont be able see the light anymore
Five and six, the telephone tongue tends to lick…I want to wake up…

Its just a dream
The man in the fire
Is not what he seems
I’ve been seduced into murder, this terror happening
All from the nightmare on Elm Street

You cant tell when you’ll wake from the night
He comes when he needs my soul
On this blood accepted I plead sister Helena please make right
Take him back, tear his insides out and leave the hole
If I don’t see the next day and the sunup…I wont wake up….I wont wake up.

[Mark Warner]

I love it, man! It's written very much like a song. I think if you got a really good rock band to sing those lines, it would be awesome!

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

It may not be as good as Nightmare on My Street, though. ;) Fresh Prince forever, baby!!!!!!!!!!! LOL

[HalloweeN63]

Aint nothin' like the Fresh Prince man.

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

That's right, Ray...cuz parents just don't understand...and girls ain't nothin' but trouble...and I think I can beat Mike Tyson...word. :D

[Camp Blood]

i was reading my work in the park the other day and some duche bag high-schooler said i'm a "fag" as he so lightly put it and then through a can of sprite at me, so you know what i did, i copied his l. plate and reported him to the cops, he got fine $500 plus now i know where he lives, anyway i'm just glad the soda didn't get on my book

[MyersFan75]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
anyway i'm just glad the soda didn't get on my book

haha,
nice to hear the guy got a big ol' fine.
So have you seen him lately?

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by EvilOnTwoLegs
It may not be as good as Nightmare on My Street, though. ;) Fresh Prince forever, baby!!!!!!!!!!! LOL

So, any serious opinion EOTL? I'd really like to know. :)

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Originally posted by boogeyman87
So, any serious opinion EOTL? I'd really like to know. :)
It's good...combines elements from different installments in the NoES series...mostly 1-3, which were the better ones. It's better than most other attempts I've seen to translate horror movies into poetry. But that's quite a tricky thing to do...you succeed to a further degree than most, but I don't know that anyone really gets all the way there.

Maybe it's just a personal taste...but I've never read a horror movie-based poem that knocked me on my ass...which is what I look for in poetry in general. I think it's a hard thing to capture the appropriate imagery...but there are places in your attempt where you succeed at it, which is impressive.

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by EvilOnTwoLegs
It's good...combines elements from different installments in the NoES series...mostly 1-3, which were the better ones. It's better than most other attempts I've seen to translate horror movies into poetry. But that's quite a tricky thing to do...you succeed to a further degree than most, but I don't know that anyone really gets all the way there.

Maybe it's just a personal taste...but I've never read a horror movie-based poem that knocked me on my ass...which is what I look for in poetry in general. I think it's a hard thing to capture the appropriate imagery...but there are places in your attempt where you succeed at it, which is impressive.

Thankyou. You know it is somewhat difficult thinking back on it. I didnt want to over emphasize things and make it showy. I didnt want to name Freddy or provide any sort of history to the films. Just something simple. I was reading that Poe quote from Dream Warriors and it got me interested. Thanks for the reply. :)

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Originally posted by boogeyman87
Thankyou. You know it is somewhat difficult thinking back on it. I didnt want to over emphasize things and make it showy. I didnt want to name Freddy or provide any sort of history to the films. Just something simple. I was reading that Poe quote from Dream Warriors and it got me interested. Thanks for the reply. :)
No problem. I did like that the piece wasn't blatant in referencing the source material. Really, I think that in order to make a really great poem based on a horror movie, you'd probably have to include no real references to the actual movie, and just write something based on your reaction to the film. That might be really interesting...but it wouldn't really be the same thing at all, now that I think about it.

[shrike]

a poem i did in 02

about my ex, telling how i felt about her.


you are my scourge.
you are the chalise from which I drank love, joy, happiness, and emotional bliss.
Somewhere along the line, you mixed a recipe for my destruction.
A dash of false accusations, and a pinch of disregard.
Your presence is intoxicating, but deadly all the same.
You are my achilles heel.
You are the one that brought me to my knees, after I vowed never to succumb to feelings of the heart.
I attemptmed to keep my composure, but u broke me down like a cheap vause.
You chiseled away at the rough edges, and got down to the core, which no one had ever done.
You had me doing and saying things that I never imagined.
You opened pandora's box, unleashing all these feelings and emotions that once were foreign to me.
Since leaving me I have wandered aimlessly.
The circle is broken, no longer complete.
You are the piece of the puzzle that for years had been missing.
Now I begin my downward spiral onto the abyss; and only u can close this portal of emptiness.

[Camp Blood]

some great poes on here

[6Michael6Myers6]

-After All-

I always try the hardest when it matters not at all.
The flames of faith lick the charred gaze inside me,
A bittersweetness entices my blood, sweat, and being
In the heat, my heart bleeds for a feast,
A last minute one, laid before my enemies--all insight.
Dripping from a faucet, faucets in the wilderness,
My blood for hope is eternal.
And God is strong enough, faithful enough, forever enough
To drain the very blood-being from the abyss of flesh.
A flesh that so forsakes God's blood, no one could
ever believe it.
They may believe in bittersweetness, but never blood
of family, or even everlasting strenght; not even me.
They have been cursed, forlorn, dragged down from the
Pedestal of blood, passion, and faith. Faith is
What to live for. Nothing is as true or promising;
Rathey they pour forth from the dungeons of bad
Blood, from the flesh of drunkards,
And from the seemingly innocent eyes of a child
Most times blood drains the very life out of folk; at times
a drizzle renews the bleeding from within, and never
will the blood of someone strong enough, faithful enough,
and forever enough die.
I always try the hardest when it matters not at all, for
the flames of faith will feather the tender mercies
about me...
...after all.

------------------------(this means the end and beginning of another)

-When It Rains-

It starts when I don't want it to
The anger storms my soul, what can I do?
Her sorrow must be my pain
I am looking for the light in the pouring rain.
Must it be, my heart like this?
Some say, "ignorance is bliss".
When it rains, my heart longs to bleed
To satisfy my indiscretion, wanting to need
a place to love, to know, and to cherish;
I see a light...no wait, we must I perish?
To have nothing is such a crime,
If I can only take back what is rightfully mine.
When it rains, I cry
Wishing I didn't have to say goodbye.
My soul is broken and it continues to rain.
If I can save me from myself, maybe I won't go insane.
The gloom is blooming; while the rosebuds flourish
How can two such things stand together? Am I being too selfish?
Silence shakes the forest; disturbs the streams
I think I see a light; if only in my dreams.
She looks at me with those dying eyes
Wanting to give me a part of her, even through the lies.
The darkness seeps in, leaving me cold.
I forget all the stories and all the fables I've been told.
The rain ceases, the clouds move away.
I trek up the distant hill awaiting the darkening day.

I have a thread dedicated to my poetry where I will post most of my stuff when I get the chance: the thread is called Collection of My Life.

[Camp Blood]

very nice work 6m6m6

[6Michael6Myers6]

This poem deals with how I feel about life when I'm depressed

-Something I don't see-

I've dreamt the world and seen it all
But nothing could I have, on the edge about to fall
I had felt it before, and yet never knew
How to live, to love, it was reserved for a select few
The path was clear and distinct in the earth
If only I could live a life with such joy and mirth
But I'm stranded with nowhere to go but down
I look about the mountains, and trying to find myself, I frown.
Has all the earth set against me,
Mocking and laughing at something I don't see?

It is rather short but it gets to the point

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Sometimes, it just isn't worth it, is it?
No...not always
Sometimes, it's a motherfucker
And sometimes, it's nothing at all
Sometimes, I want to cut your face off
Maybe feed it to you...
Maybe just nail it to a wall
Why?

Because I work hard for what's mine
And you just take what you want
Lowlife degenerate human scum
I could paint the fucking wall with you
But I step back...always stepping back
Someday, it's going to get out of hand
Someday, I will lose control
Or will I?

How could I know a thing like that?
But I recognize the potential for it
Anger is a constant source of energy
It's the one thing that keeps me moving
When it's easier to remain inert
But anger needs to be contained
And it needs a safety valve
No more...

I can't vent the way I used to
And everything I touch turns to shit
If I were to touch you, what would happen?
Hard to say, since you're already shit
Who knows when the pressure will be too much?
Who knows when I'll reach my breaking point
And decide that your existence cannot be tolerated?
I don't...

When will I finally reach the decision
That your entrails would look better on the outside?
When will my contempt for humanity
Manifest itself in a homicidal frenzy?
When will this insurmountable rage that I feel
Finally sear the flesh from your bones
And drain the fluid from your blind and hateful eyes?
I hope it's soon

[boogeyman87]

Oliver Down

Such a sad little waste , laced with such a bad taste that he wont haste to make a sigh
He waved for the cab and the cab just went on by
The innocence lost inside of dramatic characters set in a life they dreamed up and named
To me, honestly he’s losing his symbolism, he used to represent little, life is change
Hunting for the tame
Searching for the folly
he needs you now to read him , and to explain him and to run off with him
Oliver look down the hole
See the sea foam glory with Polly
You wont have to say a word, I’ll take that role
Oliver down…down…..look down
Dark sarcasm in the car
He’s finding out that he’s no one and that he cant upside his frown
Polly left and the hullabaloo came early
Oliver cant decide whether he accepts this fate or whether he wants to live by the marquee
He’s been reading a lot of books with unhappy endings
He’s been fighting frequency in his head
Oliver down…down…look down like we said
The flowers fold towards the east, sending
Oliver to his cure for cancer, his pill
I think Oliver has it bad today because he’s feeling ill
He waved goodbye to me then jumped over the sky…line
He’s happy with being away and I’m feeling for him…fine

[6Michael6Myers6]

everyone i applaud you, very good work

[boogeyman87]

Thanks for the applause, I have more ideas.

Lets Play Doctor

What should I do when there’s an emergency with you
I’ll turn the tables upside down and operate in front of you
Trying to make the best of our one night philanthropy
There’s feelings missing , we need to make you peachy keen

Oh and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
We need to fill the spaces, dislocate the places and cut the faces
I can fix you I swear to you
Don’t wonder about my methods when I’m around you

Time to stitch and just go on ahead and listen to that cheery waiting music......
......Well let me give you the details
We replaced your heartstrings, you can feel again
You can sigh no more and your heart never fails

You can hear me clearly from now on and you’ll never have to scream
Blow out your lungs and screw with your perfect Zen
Glad that we got that settled and that I was a professional to handle this theme
Now feel for me…be a being and be with me

[6Michael6Myers6]

Originally posted by boogeyman87
Thanks for the applause, I have more ideas.

Lets Play Doctor

What should I do when there’s an emergency with you
I’ll turn the tables upside down and operate in front of you
Trying to make the best of our one night philanthropy
There’s feelings missing , we need to make you peachy keen

Oh and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
We need to fill the spaces, dislocate the places and cut the faces
I can fix you I swear to you
Don’t wonder about my methods when I’m around you

Time to stitch and just go on ahead and listen to that cheery waiting music......
......Well let me give you the details
We replaced your heartstrings, you can feel again
You can sigh no more and your heart never fails

You can hear me clearly from now on and you’ll never have to scream
Blow out your lungs and screw with your perfect Zen
Glad that we got that settled and that I was a professional to handle this theme
Now feel for me…be a being and be with me

ooo i like

[6Michael6Myers6]

Seclusion

I look for myself
I find myself loving hate
My life has met a dead end
I've lost my fate
Someone help
Can't anyone see?
What this life, my hate
Is doing to me?
I'm drowning in my own pity and sorrow
I look for the brightness, the light
at the end of the tunnel I call tomorrow
I have found one friend who understands
all i have been through
He never doubts, he only comforts what the future
will ensue.

The blood brings forth what time can not erase.
The pain is too strong now, the tears and doubts can not be quelled.
My heart should not feel like this.

Is it worth it, to be in so much pain?
The skies are inviting, begging me to take up my burdens and run with them to forget all my past
but to run through the fields ever so fast,
I never know where to turn, my heart beating, fast, I take a plunge into the stream.

[6Michael6Myers6]

How Appealing

Death's appeal is all too real
Maybe it would be better
than living a life where I am
always a debtor
Wating for a call is too terrible a task
why is it my duty, my life to mask?
It should be someone else's, the load is too much to bare?
Is it true that death is the key, do i dare?
My fate has been destroyed, I have no rhyme or reason.
The colored leaves, and cooler air give me a clue to the changing season.

[boogeyman87]

Woah....

Sayonara Leah Nora

Leah Nora you couldn’t whine any louder
You purred ‘God, you cant all be like this’
We made paper cuts together dancing around our fists
I spread myself over you when you felt beckoned
You loved lots of things that died and went to heaven
Hum along to Revolution with me wont’cha
The teeth you hold me with cannot be as big as they be
Sayonara Leah Nora we’ll miss thee
You might hate art but you love a hot hot heart…I possess the biggest size
Currently I’m spinning in a circular, gothic machine directly heading for realization
Your dead Leah Nora, your metaphorically dead to my eyes
I saved that pill, I averted my attention to the misrepresentation
But still there’s no workings to my inside
Nine Forty-eight, the conversation you had with me the time you said so much
‘You can be better than yourself’ but what the fuck Leah Nora there’s no such
I’m mushy and tender and I’m crushing
Sayonara Leah Nora we’ll miss thee
Well, not so much, no not really
So I declare this sappy sentimental sendoff to you
Because I honestly cant stand you, the way your you
Sayonara grows beneath me and the roots read ‘unloved’

______________________________________________


My Propelled Metaphor

I went swinging again tonight
She asked me how it felt
It was like being born, it felt right
Do you recall what it’s like to be born
I said it was like dieing
Its all those things really , things I’ve never worn
I imagine it’s very scary and embarrassing
And I don’t even know that feeling
When I was swinging I would fly up and my view would be so still
The clear, blue sky would just freeze…like being lifted, being fulfilled
When I came back down I’d see the ground, the rubber ground and I’d fall towards it
But I knew that it wasn’t the end and that I’d come back around in circles
I guess that’s my metaphor for death isn’t it
Thrilling but peaceful
And I remembered, I thought back on things I loved
Peace of mind that’s what it was
Very therapeutic and I’m hopeful

[Camp Blood]

this entire month i have has serious writers block!:yar:

[Chuck D]

I'd been planning on contributing to this thread for a while now. I even had a ton of poetry I typed up a few days ago... but the disc I had them on snapped; three pages worth gone. Infuriating; to say the least. But I did manage to find this old one I wrote when I was around 16... it's pretty amatuer-ish and somewhat predictable but, at the time, I thought I was a fucking lyrical genuis. Times change.

Sitting here, dry and hollow
Today's just been another grind
Accepting the liars is tough to swallow
Truth in friends is hard to find
Paint my thoughts with cold dark red
Heavy, suffocating shadows in my eyes
Deep black clouds in my head
Cannot bear "loved" one's goodbyes
Emotions crushed before exile
Supressed feelings make me numb
Everybody gleefully joins the same shit pile
Having my own thoughts labels me scum
We try to be unique
We cry for solidarity
Our choices too fucking oblique
Individualism is a rarity
Time eats you up
We all eventually sicken and rot
Hopefully this anger will erupt
No, it will not
Never
Ever

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

Nice stuff, droog. Reminds me of some of the shit I used to write...my shit never really rhymed though...it was pretty much free form rage. heh

I like it, man...you need to post in here more often. :D

[boogeyman87]

recognition...

Just Come Home

Say you will
Can you say you will
Mountains will guide you
Eskimos will find you
Déjà vu will enlighten you
The contact of return blown out of mouths as big as can be found
Monotonous behavior belongs here baby
Lustful screaming isn’t wrong ,its fair baby
Just come home
Life is so difficult when you have to care for it
Slightly can you say you will find your back to me
Can you say you must be everything to me
We had conversations about our dreams
Dreams at night and dreams I swore were bold
Casual ,creepy and blinding me
But you took a step away and kept running
Phone-booths will guide you
The station will re-direct you
The bus stop pamphlets will progress you
Just come home
I miss you more than life itself
I don’t even know how to inadvertently call you up and plead with you
The ecstasy of feeling you around me
The slow fade to gray when you left looking pretty
Ditto to all those lonely hearts out there

______________________________________

Just imagine that with an acoustic guitar, nice.

[Chuck D]

[Chuck D]

[boogeyman87]

So, There It Is

Imagine love illuminated
Logical, possible, manufactured to be penetrated
It’s a turn for the worse when you imagine love is death
So flat you give yourself corners to discover a mess
So, there it is your dealing with the rest
From underneath I’m placed to the side of you
I ask “so what do you think the moral should be?”
You answer quite hurriedly “save me, I know not what I do”
So, there it is you gave possibility
Cause when a body meets a body
You realize love has agility
You begin to mismanage accurately placed things
Place your hand through the middle of human beings
Feel hearts thumping, reacting to motion
Kinetic anxiety your fearful for care
You can’t blanket your love on the notion that I’ve been unaware
We are listening to the slumbering between us
So, there it is we are fruitless
So, there it is we cut ourselves apart

[Camp Blood]

is my signature to long?

[boogeyman87]

Originally posted by Camp Blood
is my signature to long?

Yes.

[scream_sayonara]

I'm just wondering, since this is the poetry corner, what are you guys' favorite poets?
My favorite is Charles Bukowski and another i enjoy is Thomas Chandler Haliburto

[EvilOnTwoLegs]

I like Ginsberg...William Blake...John Donne....

[boogeyman87]

I like Emily Dickinson and Damien Kulash...

[Camp Blood]

jim morrison

[scream_sayonara]

edit

[Camp Blood]

but this is one of my fave shots, its just of some sidewalk by my house, but its got depth cause it makes you think, i dont know mabye its just me

[Camp Blood]

cool quick sketch that became a thing, i sort of got into it

[Chuck D]

I guess this fits in here...innocent word-play;

A globe stagnant with psychological pacifism defies the feeble will instilled within the inherent nature of humanity. Infants jettisoned from the maternal acceptance of the womb observe a vacuum. An emergence from the void; a grotesque hand that beckons and promises salvation, a solemn pair of knowing eyes offering no consolation. The tumultuous societal waves incomprehensibly far above minimally alter the stale currents of the profound abyss of pseudo-thought, pseudo-emotion, environmental control of the mind. For one brief and brilliant instant, there is valiant struggle as the deathly cloak of darkness descends on the nearly helpless spawn of life. Violent motion stirs into existence as the cloak savagely strangles all divinity in humanity, and smothers any vein of self-knowledge or skepticism that may have retreated to the most miserable chasms of the psyche. Uniformed, identically distributed vocabularies, assigned curricular activity, anonymity. Asphyxiation; the spark departs; the self cries out, but never will it ascertain the knowledge of its own existence.

[Dr_Loomis02]

Just typed this up. Don't know where it came from, but that's who writing is sometimes I guess.

Requiem unsung


Eternal blackness.
Lifeless eyes.
Stale…

Choking darkness.
Puppet’s body.
Dangling strings.
No puppeteer

Lifeless eyes.
Shattered…
Blank stare.
Orbs of glass