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Alchemiholic
The Tao of Che
I just wanted to say hi. You were the first person I ever linked in (one of) my collective(s).


Bless your heart and my ego.
Alchemiholic
frankenstein's sexy dreams
(from an untitled poem by Princess Agony)

there's no brand like the devil's
in its concern for substance,
and no mind like the maiden's
to infer luxury from light.
and whether it's his deep mouth
or the indents where her fingers
figure the loose lightning lace of clouds,
the pit is voltage only -
a socket for the lips,
a reanimated jumble,
the spread of a wattage-white wing
to burn out the swallowing machine.



Quote:
She cried out in pain
as silence enveloped her
she fell down the rabbit hole
and spirled forever
the darkness encased millions of lies
as they circled her head
and she gauged out her eyes
she felt his old touch all over her body
an extacy to much for
one person to handle
in hell you could hear her screaming
and sobs
as the flames burned her skin
and left her charred
the devil there waiting for her to give in
the sight of her broken and bleeding
all over
he picked her up and offered
her death
she answered solemnly with a
yes
her figure lay distorted then
slowly reformed
into a creature more beautiful
then the one destroyed
laughing in the darkness
with the devil on her hand
she had all she wanted when her life came to
and end.
omgChe
My heart is blessed seeing you respond. Your ego in kind, may it be long? Or am i thinking of penii again?

Ah well.


I went looking for my first collective, but it seems to be lost somewhere in Gaia's void.

Want to buy: wayback machine.
Alchemiholic
The Tao of Che
My heart is blessed seeing you respond. Your ego in kind, may it be long? Or am i thinking of penii again?

Ah well.


I went looking for my first collective, but it seems to be lost somewhere in Gaia's void.

Want to buy: wayback machine.


Honestly! What is the point of the internet if it doesn't keep its waybacks all polished and ready for display at a moment's notice.

talk2hand

Where is my nostalgia machine. I was promised the dystopian ability to live in my memories.
Hoodimann
Alchemiholic
Where is my nostalgia machine. I was promised the dystopian ability to live in my memories.


Your machine is perpetually located at the bottom of at least the fifth bottle of beer. Activate by upending bottles into oral cavity, letting flow what memories such key will unlock.
Alchemiholic
talk2hand
Alchemiholic
This ******** is infinite, but still keeps a lady waiting. talk2hand
Brokenback Exodus
Great idea. I think I'll bring over some new Deviantart poo and apply interpretative word dance to it:

We Can't Eat Now, This is Pro-Ana Country inspired by Fear and Loathing of My Stomac by ~Makato-Kino


I wear my stomach
on the outside of my clothes
so people know it's empty.

These wanderers of the day
who stop and talk might wonder
when the pang waves will stop.

I will make them see that
they cannot eat under me
or diminish my famishing strides.

Even "I" decided to stop by.
When I asked myself
whether or not "I'd" try
another tactic than
buying food in front of my face

"I" answered in pain, hungry
for anything and said,
"You know you need me
and this sandwich. Please, eat it."

I'd hate myself for this, scream
loudly, menacingly, fully,
and ride the waves
until I was scared, but

I gave into vittles, the open
road of intestines.
It wasn't high tide,
not anymore.




Fear and Loathing of My Stomac by ~Makato-Kino

Empty again.
Why?
Didn't I just fill you up?

You're not the boss of me.
I'm in control.
I'm the one pulling the strings.

I will make you see.
You cannot lord over me.
I won't let you.

Pain.
Is that how it's gonna be?
Are you gonna use that card?

So be it.
I'll fight you.
Don't test me.

You know I need you.
I hate needing you.
Despise it.

You make me want to scream.
Loudly, menacing, fully
to show how utterly I hate you.

I can't take it.
I'm not gonna let you control me.
Not anymore.
Alchemiholic
Alchemy is taking all comers.

eek eek eek

rolleyes
Onion
Death Assailant

In actuality, what you wrote is impossible to accomplish.

Your scent penetrates my mind every time
I take a shower, when it clears my mind
I find myself trapped in your shadow.
Perhaps I’ve lost you; an exact location is unknown
but like rhythmic percussions and the songs of falling rain
my heart beats to remember who I love,
whom I’ve forgotten when I chose to walk away
from the broken path of disarray.
A broken link, a severed connection.
Crumbling ivory walls and concrete separation
as lonely sunsets seem to grasp
what I’ve held on to in my past.
Dreamless nights and recurring nightmares,
waking up to loveless sights and when I’ve kissed your lips
a hundred times in my mind,
I’ll feign a sunrise coming from the east
and we touch our hands like we seem to never do.
Was it the truth when you whispered forever?
Your voice was wrapped in sincerity
but what I trusted more were my insecurities.
Lingering like a slain spirit, a ghost singing in sweet reprise
of a fallen lover in distant summer skies.
Ink running down the pages of an empty journal,
were what we've chosen to leave behind.
"I'll love you until the sun gives out
and when it does, I'll embrace you in absolute darkness."
Onion
Ashtor Crux
There is a knife in the cubbard,
With who wrote my name.
Scored deep, painfully so,
In the bark of a tree.
At the time,
It was a way to secure my fame.
Everlasting reminder,
Stating that I was there.
A year come and gone,
The tree was cut down,
Wood shipped to lumber.
My mark was forgotten by me.
There were others about,
Different names, though.
Youth proclaiming love,
Or simply their name.
There's a field cleared of trees,
With names carved in stone,
A much more permanant reminder.
I am not eager to find my name there,
Etched in the stone.


i rather liked the idea ( emo ) so i figured you can make it sparkle
alterdayshift
rolleyes


Look Onion we are not polishers here. What do you take us for.



We are TRANSFORMERS.


eek



( heart we mostly said it that way because we want to fight zero heart )

Anyway these poems aren't sucky enough for me to work with.
Probably Zero
alterdayshift

( heart we mostly said it that way because we want to fight zero heart )


"We" now have my attention.
Onion
maybe not the BOTTOM of the barrel but you said something about mimicking sentiment and I figured then you'd at least have something to work with stare

but if you don't want to, hey, that's cool. I totally respect that.
alterdayshift
The DREGS dammit jeez.

stare

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