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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:12 pm
I liked Mask, it was one of my favorites. Teenage Darkness... well, I get the theme, but if there was a story, it kinda went right overmy head. Thanks for your comments on my poetry, you're really good yourself. And some of your poems are focussed on war, and bombs... are they metaphorical, or are you a soilder, or arethey not from your point of view? By the way, how old are you? 20, 30 something?
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 6:37 am
Talmar_Star_Blood I liked Mask, it was one of my favorites. Teenage Darkness... well, I get the theme, but if there was a story, it kinda went right overmy head. Thanks for your comments on my poetry, you're really good yourself. And some of your poems are focussed on war, and bombs... are they metaphorical, or are you a soilder, or arethey not from your point of view? By the way, how old are you? 20, 30 something? Hey, thanks for the comment Teenage darkness was just something i rather randomly scrawled out one night. It was supposed to be a story but Didn't quite turn out like i wanted it to.... No i'm not a solider I just strongly oppose wars that can be solved with politics. They're all of a fictional point of view. and I'm 20 lol... Thanks again for the comments man... much appreciated
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 1:38 pm
I've posted a Shitload more poetry in my guild if you'd like to check it out I'd be more than happy to have you. Just follow the link [ link]
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 8:36 am
-=With A crutch=-
by:davis shadenhand
the Crutch, holds up the body, when the legs are too weak
The body holds out but only wastes my strength
the strength is dwindling, Perishing slowly.
While I Stand tall
give death the finger
"blow me"
You see the body is weak but the spirit is strong.
and as long as I can I'll carry on.
With This Blood ridden flag, and This hate that burns like fire.
Until It is over I'll never expire.
So six feet under isn't deep enough
You'll have to bury me deep beneath the earths crust
because Until I'm ready I'll keep coming up
Internally burning, until I Externally erupt.
Cut short, for a reason
You see hate is in season
but Without good meaning
I cannot justify screaming
at the top of my lungs with this lyrical gun
pointed at the temple of your prodigal son.
So in short Fare-well until the marrow
And I'd wish you good night
But I pray for your sorrow.
Abandoned for lack of a better word.
End.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 6:14 pm
So I'm freestyling this one because I've nothing better to do...
I've got one line already written and I'm going to work from that, The line is as follows "How can you say I sin with the apple still stuck between your <******** teeth"
So here goes.
It's finished.
=from Angles to Apples=
How can you say I sin
with the apple stuck between your ******** teeth
When will I crawl out
from under this shadow I'm stuck beneath
Stuck under this pressure
that you so naturally breath,
Down my neck
Pushing me further
Atop my back
Tearing me asunder
Fade to black
I'm going under.
As I drown beneath these laden bricks.
I won't bow down to you greedy pricks.
Never give in to these Spiritual Ticks
Drain me to save me,
Withered and beaten I pray thee,
"How can I stay me,
If you slay me?"
These Pressures I'm under Hover over head
With thunder loud enough to wake the dead
And To think I thought I put your hate to bed.
This must be the fate of which I've read.
Is it just me or is it all in my head,
Maybe you were right.
better
off
dead.
-End-
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 4:07 pm
Davis Shadenhand
-={A Meaning}=-
i wade through words to find a meaning...
Watching waiting my mind is fleeting
the times are changing all around us
the veins in my head about to bust
A meaning
I must find a meaning!
Digging in the shadows...
Watching through the leaves
Waiting with such patience
Speaking to the bees
A meaning
I must find a meaning!
The spirit is elusive
the mind is away
as silent words are spoken
into the vast landscape
A meaning
I must find a meaning!
I smoke another cigarette and finish off the pack
I thought i closed my eyes to this ... swore never to turn back
The past is creeping up on me faster than i can get away
I watched the sun rise and set to many times today
The breeze is still a wandering
the cool wind passed me by
i'm still left here just wondering
how many more must die....
A meaning
I must find a meaning!
the words you give me are empty
not a meaning to be found
the words that i throw back to you
are nothing more than sound
The thunder rolls out on the hills
and the moon light grows so pale
I take a breath and let it out
the world has gone to hell...
There is no meaning
End.
© -=SH4D3NH4ND=-, 2005-07-24 this one really speaks to me...particularly the part where you said "I smoke another cigarette and finish off the pack I thought i closed my eyes to this ... swore never to turn back The past is creeping up on me faster than i can get away I watched the sun rise and set to many times today" a wonderful poem overall...
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 5:35 pm
Thank you, It's rare that I get any replies about my poetry at all... I really appreciate it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 4:36 pm
Quote: "How can I stay me, If you slay me?" .... Wow. I really like this line... Great work, especially for free style.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 5:59 am
The Book Never Written Quote: "How can I stay me, If you slay me?" .... Wow. I really like this line... Great work, especially for free style. Thanks, I guess I'm not the only one being pressured into change eh? lol.
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