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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:06 pm
i do a little bit of poetry, so heh..tell me what you think ^-^
i walk in a shaded sunset
for the clouds cover my tears
the countless abuse, many have seen
over the years, i walk without pride
because my mind often changes its tide
i feel dreamy and blue
how often i want to feel like you.
I walk in a shaded sunset
for i seek the one you met
the person that made you..you
i feel out of place in a area of dozens
treated like a dust spec
i have been given somthing i wont forget.
i walk in the light of the moon
for i hold myself up high
like a direction pointing the way
the limit is the sky.
leaving no rock unturned i walk
leaving no room to talk.
i wish to learn how to walk the shaded sunset
to hold myself with pride
one to be treated not like a small dustspec
but like the roar of a breaking tide.
though it may never happen
i must never forget the important things
for i, walk the light of the moon.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:42 pm
Every {time} I bleed, ~there~ lies the reason -to- live...
===============~{The Final}~=============== It was an interesting poem...even though it really has nothing to do with philosophy etc.
Now I am inclined to post my poems...enjoy (or don't)
I call this one "Me bored in biology class."
Softly, under nights consuming veil
He drifts slowly
Beneath the stars malefic glow
He rapts judgment
He desires it so
Quietly through the doorway he whispers and creeps
Ensuring false security
This specter that weeps
He is a nightmare on hands and feet
A soul seeking repentance
And as floats aloft his former
He has waited so long
In a flash
Eternities reign breaks loose
This satin stained vermillion
This contentment filled void
One lover’s splattered on the ceiling
The others snickering in the dark.
And this one, I had to write for an english project...
Idealistic Hypocrisy
I am tainted before you even look at me
Because I am judged in your gods eye
Well I’m sorry I’m not the same as all of you
Just don’t feel like being a slave today
Just thinking of your ways
Makes me sick
But I think it’s about time
The serpent pays
Every channel, station, and click of the mouse
All I see is
Your message trying to invade my house
You’re no better than you accuse
And the power you abuse
You wear masks carved out of rotting wood
And the only ones fooled by it are you
But behind your mask
I can see your serpentine eyes
And your split forked tongue
Flickering knives
And I see your smiles
Crusted over rusty nails
And as you crucify, picking back the scales
And I can’t help but notice
How it fails and fails
You see it as blasphemy
Even though you know it’s the truth
Scarred lies hide
What you don’t want your children to see
The truth
The children need to be free
Then again, I guess…
Freedoms not an option with you
Because you force your will upon them
Before their eyes can see
The will to become the perfect slave
A martyr, straight to the grave
Because that’s all they were taught
How to worship
Your one true, false god
Then you isolate your children
To hide your own scars
But it’s hard to when your whole bodies a scar
Built up to teach the people
How to be nothing at all
The closer you are to god
The further you fall
You call me a sinner, Satanist, appalled
You don’t even know what it means
I guess to you a sinner
Is anyone with free will at all
Free will to realize
Your life is built up on lies
So go do some research
But I guess you’ll never learn
You say you have heard the message from god
Well here’s a message from me
Bow down and worship me
At the altar of shame ===============~{The Final}~=================
...And I (-discover-) words _becoming_ so vivid and bright.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 2:18 pm
i like them smile
my go..
I walk the street to find the one i love
trying to see the white doves ahead.
the beauty of your eyes, how i
freeze at the sight of those eyes.
i feel when you glance at me
i always walk away, trying to defy.
i walk the halls of school
never trying to be cool
exsept when i see you
i freeze like galient fool.
like a geisha you stop me in my tracks.
you walk up to me i say only hi.
only to hear your sweet voice say goodbye.
how stupid have i been?
so stupid to let you slip through my arms,
like a fool i let you walk away with out asking you
do you feel the way i do?
i hope to gain the courage, to see the other of your
constant beauty, i hope to you see you smile.
the very dimples on your cheek
make me crumble and weak.
i let you walk by me
with out letting my cheak and your cheak brush
like a wedding a couple in a rush
only to see you walk by with a happy smile
i crumble into pile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:13 pm
Short but sweet poem to my Goddess, my beloved Sekhmet
Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.
Mine is a heart of corneal, the gnarled roots of a dogwood and the bursting of flowers.
I am the broken wax seal on my lover's letters.
I am the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself.
I will what I will.
Mine is a heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 10:46 am
I liked those. I like long poems, because it always feels like short poems leave too much out. I write poetry on a regular basis, so I have lots of material to choose from. Hmm... Have a look at this. ~ "Storm of the Eye"
What do you see in the depths of these eyes?
A sea of darkness;
An infinite cliché,
Sad and black,
But stiffly painted with bright colours.
What kind of cliché would fit in these narrowed eyes?
Only a small, insignificant one.
A cliché abandoned by effort.
A poem, perhaps,
Viewed as unworthy in the eyes of its creator
But given new worth by a dégagé bystander
Who doesn’t know how to define a poem anyway.
Who waits beneath the lids of these blithe eyes?
He is God, but He is not your God—
No, He is a God that is blind to the wickedness of the world
A God that revels in the good, and sleeps through the evil
Truly, what interest does evil hold for one such as He?
Interest enough to put Him to sleep.
If you would gaze into my eyes, you had best take care.
Alpha and Omega and everything in between sleep in my gaze,
And if you show them an unheeding stare,
They will devour you where you stand.
Would you like to see infinity?
…From the eyes of the dead?
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