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 Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:00 am
So, I suppose I will be using this thread to post my different poems and lyrics. I've got quite a lot of them, you see.
I'd love any thoughts you may have on any of my pieces. Criticisms, comments, and so on. <3 I'm always open to revisions.
Table of Contents:
Page One:
Post # - Title
1. You are here
2. Pointless
3. Miss You Dearly
4. Come Home
5. That's What Really Hurts
6. Nightmare
7. "Home"
8. Oh-So-Perfect Lust
9. Delicate lace
10. King Loki
11. Mirror
12. Chaos Queen
13. Blad Voldtekt
14. Wonderland
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:06 am
Pointless
Wishing seems pointless,
when dreams become real,
When time seems to stop,
and the world seems to keel
Right off kilter, and the
whole planets stopped,
And half-way through you
realized you’ve topped
The wildest regions of
your imagination’s plane,
And the furthers reaches
of your minds game,
And suddenly you think
to yourself with a sigh,
To think this could
have passed me by…
When all the dreams in
the world come true
Could it really be that
good for me or you?
When you realize people
have some pretty sick dreams,
And then you hear in
the distance, screams,
Do you wonder who’s sick
and twisted mind conjured it?
Or do you just run, and hope
your own dreams don’t quit?
And hope your nightmares
never break in,
Because when you dream of
darkness, or you dream of sin,
You can’t help but notice
that you’re twisted too,
And then you’ll have to
wonder what you can do
In order to keep yourself
safe and sound,
In order to prevent yourself
from meeting the Hell Hound
And pointlessly wishing
you think to yourself
When will this end?
enough is enough!
But wishing is pointless
when dreams become real,
And in the end,
it’s a pretty bad deal.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:07 am
Miss You Dearly
The shades surround me, spectres of the past,
And I wonder how much more I can take,
Reading through letters from what seems like eons ago,
Looking through albums filled with memories
Wondering about could-have-been’s and should-have-been’s alike
Wishing strongly you were here again.
When last we met, when last we spoke
Things weren’t that good.
I hurt you deeply, and you hurt me too,
Like a couple of masochists turned sadist,
I cried for hours inside my heart,
Losing the one who meant the most to me,
Wanting to die on the surface, and
Wanting you back in my secret heart.
You said through a message you want to be friends,
I replied back that I’d love to.
But I never heard back from you for days, and
I began to wonder.
I wonder what you think of what I said, and
What you think of me now.
I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met,
I want to regress to bright days again.
I hope to hear back from you,
I hope, I pray to hear your voice.
Please don’t ignore me,
I can’t take anymore.
My Shaman, you were my lover, and
I gave my heart to you,
I thought you were the one who I could surrender myself to with no fear,
You left me with the saddest of looks,
I can’t bear to have you upset with me,
I can’t bear to lose you that way.
Don’t ever think I’m over you,
I could never get you out of my mind…
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:09 am
Come Home
Its time to open my wings and soar
Far and wide,
Across the shore,
Past the horizon,
To the land of the sun,
Over the wide and glorious sea,
Those beautiful waters,
Deep and clear,
The water-world below me,
Full of life and love,
My shadow showing on the sea floor
As if I were only a few feet above.
Its time to rest,
To float on them waters, innocent and pure
To drink of them, to taste the truth,
So sweet and warm,
So clear and real,
So beautiful it almost brings a tear,
So hard to believe
In its reality,
Despite my presence in the purest of cure’s,
And despite my own eyes,
And the distinct absence of lies,
I drink some more, and off again I take to soar.
To watch the mer-folk,
A-hunting their game,
And lock eyes with the little Shepard,
Her flock all a-swish,
To wish to be there, below those waves,
Especially thinking back to that nightmareous cavern,
The islands before where the slaves were in trade,
The main-lands far back, where the Telmari stayed…
Out on these waters, one needs no food,
The sun shines much brighter, much closer,
The current runs faster,
There is no heading back, for those come by ship.
Further and further,
The ocean turns silver,
To part the lilies a-grown on these waters,
With a sword’s, flat edge,
Looks like carving a line right through a mine,
Looks like pushing your way through the molten metal.
Sooner still, I think I shall reach,
The final destination,
The Lion’s great beach,
With all that is, and all that’s been,
Everything you may
Imagine in between.
As I draw nearer, I think I can see,
It looks like the Lion in front of me stands,
It looks like the beaches stretch long ahead,
It looks like everyone I have ever met,
Like everyone I have never had
The pleasure to shake hands with
Stands a-waiting on those shores,
Where the Lion roars, where the Lion waits
Staring softly to my pretty face,
Coming on fast, as I race on,
Coming on fast as I finally
Come home.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:11 am
That’s what really hurts
He must be sadistic, to some literary degree,
This darkened man near mocking me;
He must be crazy, as far as I can see,
Down there, in black and white, quite literally.
The man lay curled upon the floor,
Never moving, never answering the door,
No one knows quite why for,
They have never seen anything like it before.
He speaks to none, a-keeps to himself,
Possessions gathering dust, like he, on their shelves,
He is hiding in his purest hells,
He says we all do it to ourselves.
There’s no reason for his apathy,
I rather think it angers me,
Him laying there where none can see,
Just what he is or what he may be.
Keeping to himself, and speaking to none,
Never moving, not even for one,
Just laying there till his life is done,
Never moving, never having fun.
Answers no call, no music to which he will listen,
His skin so dust-covered it refuses to glisten,
Even in the heat, from outside or the kitchen,
He would not stir a muscle, even for a kitten.
Curled, he lays upon the wood,
I do not think he can move, now, if I ever thought he could,
Looking like he is dead, and if he is not, maybe he should,
Just looking like a bump, never moves, I wish he would.
And then he speaks, I finally I hear
His reasons for never moving, and everything is clear,
And next to him I lay, curled very near,
For his truth cut through me as easily as if I were sheer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:13 am
Nightmare
I have a dream,
But it’s more like a nightmare,
No, it’s more like life.
I have a feeling,
No, it’s more like a hunch,
And soon turns to terror.
I have a vision,
Yes, that’s the right term,
It shows me something I couldn’t imagine.
It shows me myself,
Years down the road,
I look like hell,
And I don’t look myself.
My eyes are dead and lifeless,
My hearts broken like glass,
I’ve accomplished none of what I wanted,
And I’m treading the completely wrong path.
My demeanor is cold and wary,
And I’m so not who I want.
It scares me more than anything has in my life.
It’s a sign from above,
It’s telling me to change,
Just like my Shaman, who’s not in my vision at all.
I can’t be that person,
Doomed to obscurity and depression like that.
I can’t let myself get to the point where the light’s gone from my eyes,
And I look like I’ve given up the will to live.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:24 am
“Home”
Autumn stirs the air come midnight,
while I watch the leaves blow past the stars,
the blue-black sky looks so serene,
like Wonderland could be on the other side,
but I’ve yet to see a more peaceful scene,
and I hope tomorrow never comes,
so I can stare at this perfect view,
as the moon floats at high noon,
as the stars slowly seems to revolve,
when its really me who’s revolving from them,
so far off like little gemstones,
sailing through my vision in the darkness,
guiding my way to better places,
leading me far from what’s supposed to be “home,”
but they say that home is where the heart is,
and my hearts up there in the skies,
so autumn stirs the air come midnight,
and I say my goodbyes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:25 am
Oh-So-Perfect Lust
The beast is near, with hair like fire
Stronger now, like my desire,
Gaining speed like I gain lust,
And breaking sweat, as we must,
Finding time to clear the room,
Creating ways to prevent doom,
Licking wounds and licking bodies,
Wearing each others scents like trophies,
Twisting and grinding like snake,
And all the while its love we make,
Others make misery, and some make war,
But if everyone was just a caring whore,
This world might be a better place,
And humans might be a better race,
No more fighting, no more shovers,
Because all the world would just be lovers.
My beast is here with hair of flame,
I’m always going to love him the same,
He’s got the right idea of life,
With more like him, there’d be no strife,
We all would care, we all would love,
And none would push, none would shove,
There’d be no reason to fight or hate,
We’d all find home past Heaven’s Gate,
Imperfect love, imperfect trust,
But I tell you, oh-so-perfect Lust.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:26 am
Delicate Lace
I could not quell the purple rain,
I could not make it go,
No more could I hold the winds at bay,
Or prevent the tide’s getting low.
I could not stop my flowing tears,
As they began to streak my pretty face,
And you couldn’t understand my wild emotions,
Ripping loose from the torrent like delicate lace.
Its not your fault its raining purple,
Its not your fault I’ve let loose to cry,
Please don’t feel bad when you see my tears,
Because even the sky deigns to cry sometimes.
Don’t take it so seriously when my eyes are wet,
Don’t feel you have to comfort me,
Because it isn’t so bad to let it all out,
And I’m not always sad when I cry, you see.
I could not quell the purple rain,
Again, my eyes began to swell,
And back have come those diamond tears,
But it’s not so bad, I hope you can tell.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:28 am
______King Loki______
Come forth, O God of Chaos,
Come forth, O Trickster of the Night.
Take part in freedom, take part in gluttony,
Take part in the most holy of sins.
Break free, O Charmer of Mortals,
Break free, O Father of Fun.
Come forward to love, to push and to shove,
Come forward to show us our follies.
Bring forth, O King of the Cheaters,
Bring forth, O Lord of the Lies,
The thing that we need, if ever you're freed,
The thing that will bring us new life.
Go freely, O Master of Freedom,
Go freely, O Mystery to Men.
You can come, you can go, for we will it so,
You can stay as you wish among them.
We need you, O Liege of our Lives,
We need you to show us the way,
For we're lost in a haze, for the rest of our days,
For we're lost without you, King Loki.
King Loki!
Our Lord and Master!
Our God and Savior!
Break free of the entrails of your Narfi!
Break free of the boulders that hold you down,
And no more shall your Sigyn hold her bowl
Above your head to stop the venom
Of the Snake from boring into your brain!
Come forth, King Loki,
Bring forth that which will protect us
When you're free!
Go freely unto the world from which
You've been removed,
And no more shall we be lost
In our absolute need of you!
As we will it to be,
King Loki, break free!
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:29 am
Mirror
"Oh, Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
Dear, who is the fairest of them all?"
"Why you, my sweet, my darling one.
Its you, oh Queen, oh gorgeous one."
She picked the mirror up off the wall,
And spun around, wide and high
To carefully place it back upon its hook, lest she
Break the flattering fiend, and it should die.
The queen, she danced, she sang, for joy
That she should be the fairest toy
To grace the lands in which she ruled
To wear dresses, and crowns,
And carry scepters jeweled.
As she spun dyed hair fluttered about
A flurry of purples and blues and greens.
And as she stopped gold candy lips did pout
To entice you nearer with sugar kisses.
And when lash-heavy lids did lift from their drooping
Emerald eyes called you deep to her ruling.
And blood down her cheek
Slowly did streak
Out the corners, no doubt
Of that perfect little mouth
To conceal fangs like daggers
As she reels and staggers
All through the night
Drunk on another’s life.
"Mirror, my Mirror, tell me, my friend
Who's the most lovely in all of this land?"
"T'is you, oh gracious, oh wondrous Queen,
T'is only you I've ever seen."
Then laughter graced those candy lips
And a dance coursed through those perfect hips,
And joy was visited upon the land,
(Though not for all, as the case at hand
Was that someone always had to die)
And in the daylight there would lie
Our perfect queen, in perfect trust,
And perfect love, and perfect lust,
In perfect denial, perfectly removed
From the world upon which she ruled.
Soft hands caress a woman's cheeks,
And the victim plays with the hair's streaks,
And the lips find home
In neck and bone
To mar the beauty of the skin,
Though never the beauty deep within.
And this one she leaves to live again,
To become her princess, vampires kin,
And when the fledgling soon arose
It was her the Mirror in secret chose,
But every time the Mirror did lie
He spared the wrath and vengeful eye
Of a vampire queen,
Though curious and keen,
Upon the world below
(And, wouldn't you know?)
The queen one day did ask quiet clearly
"Mirror, my Mirror, surely...
You can't believe, in all this time, that I'm the most perfect in all eternity?"
The Mirror, feeling guilty
Spoke the truth, for it was his duty.
"My Queen, my love, my darling dear,
There is another after all these years...
One who I fear would rival you
In looks, beauty, and grace, too."
And here sweet Mirror did pause,
And in the Queen this did cause
Quiet a curious reaction
And you could clearly see in every action
That she was furious inside
"Tell, dear Mirror, for time you shall not bide,
Who is this of whom you speak?"
"When the Fledgling you did seek
I fear you chose too perfectly of them,
For the one who rivals you is Gem,
Your one companion."
Deliciously her fury flew
And Mirror died when smashing through
Came the first large object our Queen could find.
And with his final words he spoke
(And since Mirrors cannot sputter or choke
They came through quite clear.)
"My Queen, these words you must hear!
Your fledgling matches you in every way
That she surpassed you I did not say,
But that she rivaled you in everything,
And for you that should not have been
Quite so surprising as it was,
“But seeing as your reactions speak of a lack of love
I ask only that you remember this one
Thing before your life is done:
How lonely you were
Before you found her
Will never be greater than if she is gone
And once again you're the only one
Who is graceful, beautiful, perfect, and true...
“And when the only one left is you
Your life will be boring, your fun at an end,
And into the other world yourself you might send,
For without your companion, vampire kin,
You'll lose that final spark within."
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:30 am
Chaos Queen
Chaos Queen, lovely vision,
Trickster of no Mortal myth,
I shuffle my cards, I have a question,
Eris... Eris... Give me a message!
Discordian knowledge, steeped in bullshit,
Erisian love, with Chaos on top,
I fell compelled to move my dagger,
Five cards, a message from the horses mouth,
Mistress of disorder, apple, Kallisti,
Thing's'll work out, have faith,
Feel safe, no fear, no doubt,
Don't sabotage yourself,
Who says things can't be what they aren't?
In Discordian rule, all would reverse,
And chasing Dragons, through rainbow forests,
I give myself to you...
I give myself to you.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:32 am
Blad Voldtekt
The gardens gently whisper
Seem to call your name
In sun the foliage glimmers
In rain it seems more sane
Nature seems to speak
(Jeg elsker deg)
And in darkness the trees
oppress you
You fall on your face
As you try to race away
From the breathing forest itself
*Blad Voldtekt
Innom måneskinn morra
Og desto kveld
Å løp, eller trette
Eller tape seg innom
Beskaffenhet dyrisk omspenne
Inntil først lyse?
In morning, in dawn
Natures long gone
But not at all
For all around you
Are her signs
Her moans and her whines
Her image, her scent
All a gentle reminder
Of a sadistic trees molest
The trees seem to snicker
As you crawl to find
The way you came
And the trees all dance
Around you as the
Wind bites at your frame
More! And More!
You feel like a whore!
Less! And Less!
Human I guess...
The trees, the plants
Tear apart your pants
Tear apart your life
As if a rusty knife were
Cutting out your heart
Repeat * x 3 + interlude and fade
-----------------------------Translation Notes---------------------------------------
Translations from Norwegian are as follows:
Jeg Elsker Deg means "I love you", and is whispered in the background.
The "chorus" translates as such:
"Leaves Rape
In moonlights morning
And the noon of night
To run, or fight
Or lose yourself in
Natures brutal embrace
Until first light?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:33 am
Wonderland
So cold in a winter wonderland.
Out in the snow, snow like sand.
But sand won’t melt, except into glass.
Snow turns to water, water helps the grass.
So winter is good, but rain is better...
Because in the rain you won’t freeze, so I love the warm weather!
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:21 pm
The are all good, but i like a lot King Loki and Mirror.Still my favorite is Wonderland since it reminds me about why I get home sick when I travel to colder places.
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