poems from the wasteland ...

[Velvet Decay]

Rhythmatic and Sensual...
Urgent and Needy...
sometimes fast,
sometimes slow...
In and out
Life and Death...
only ceasing...
as we find the end...
the bliss.. the darkness...
breathless... we sink deeper..
until there is no more..

(the tittle of this poem is Breathing by the way)

I'm almost scared to post here... i have written a lot... but they pale in comparision to some ive seen...
there is no mystery im my poems.. and most of them are sad.. because when i get depressed.. i get creative..
its hard for me to write from a happy place within myself...
~mvd~

[euthanasia]

Great writing. You may want to check Nirvana's last poem, sicne they have so similar writing to yours.

It is always a refusal to post poems/songs/writings, even more if they are personal. Mystery appears the moment you type your first letter, and not everything in this world is happiness.

If you have written a lot, please do share with the rest of us.

[Velvet Decay]

*takes a deep breath*
you convinced me...
heres some more.. just a few...
i dont like to call my poems poetry... they are just expressions ... just words... emotions typed out... written.. bleeding from my brain... lol

~*~*~*~
Poetry chic
I am the poetry chic, everybody knows my name.
They all see a happy girl, they think its just a game.
I hide my pain behind this smile, I wear walking down the hall.
Inside Im just a little girl, I feel frightened and very small.

I'm the poetry chic, everybody knows my name.
Instead of my positive traits, depression gave me fame.
I slit my wrists behid this wall, so no one else can see,
Because all they see is the poetry chic - none of them see me.

~*~*~*~*~*~
here is the Ophelia poems... ive written two of them... i said in a thread somehwere I'd post them some day.. so here they are

Ophelia
(what the water said)

As a tear slid down your porcelin face, I knew the cause before I even questioned.
You see, I am your reflection. I am deep and troubled, just like you.
You long for someone like you, to hold you, to comfort you.
I am always here.
I am unbreakable.
Come to me now...
Lay with me...
Be one with me!!
I am your reflection, deep and troubled.
We belong together, I will hold you, dear Ophelia -
until your troubles have gone away.

~*~*~*~
The End

Invisible now - She sits alone.
- The envy of the moon is shown

Ophelia is Waiting
-Patiently sedating
All her fears...
- Too many tears.

Sadness now - She keeps it locked inside.
- It builds and breaks, watching the tide.

Flowers now - Strewn all around.
- Madness creeps in without a sound.

Relief now - Her comfort found in the ocean.
-Cuddled in the ceaseless motion.

Silence now - She is no more.
- Lifeless she floats back to shore.

~*~*~*~*~

Red Lillies

Essence of Malice
Absence of Innocence
Fill me!!!
Flowing through me
I can Feel you...
Inside... I need you.
MORE! -Selfishly I suck the life from your veins...
Bloody kisses - Just for me.
I feel animal - primal.
Confusion-fumbling.
Extacy-Desire...
I WANT MORE.

~*~*~*~
Triangle
Brown eyes,
So innocent.
Bondage ties,
Energy spent.
Soul mate,
Spiritual lover.
Cruel fate,
I love another!!
I must choose,
Who i love more.
Which will i lose?
I cant be sure...

~*~*~*~*~
thats it ...
~mvd~

[seeker]

i see so many more sad poems than happy, and i wonder why. my own are almost unanimously sad; i haven't written one in months. and when i try to write happy, i fade and quit.

know what i think it is? poetry, at least to me, is a vent of sorts. as the words come out, so do the feelings they impart. like oxygen to blood, circulates then expels the unwanted carbon. it's good to share your work, sometimes the talent of a writer is all it takes to clear the conscience of a thousand non-writers experiencing the same. just look at the words of tool--moving for writers and readers (listeners?) alike.

so please, keep writing, keep posting, and keep feeling. maybe some day you'll feel inspired to write from a new range of emotion. until then... get it out.

[livid76]

I have to agree with you both, my poetry, when left to its own devices, turns dark. I concur with the idea that it is a vent.

I have forced myself on several occasions to not let the blackness seep into the ink, and the result is rarely something that I feel is worth the effort. It has, on some occasions produced a rather uplifting outcome.

livid76

[Velvet Decay]

you guys are great... thanks so much
here are a few from my younger years... lol

Deep
A deepness thats here no one can see
I have thoughts buried inside of me
My emotions are so deep no one would understand.
My heart to every one is an unknown land.
My pain is invisible my extance - unphysical.
Sometimes I see things that aren't really there.
My soul is naturally weak and my feelings I can't share.
I'm the morbid girl that lives on the corner of Joyful and Race,
But I am not joyful and this body is just a case
For all those dark things everyone would be too scared to see.
So like Before I'll keep it all inside of me...

~*~*~*~
Born

I was Born into a World of hate.
Violence,swallowing me whole.
Each day surviving my own fate
Alone in this big dark world.
Born into a nation of seperation,
My own wiped out generation.
In this great creation why deal with the ultimate violation?
Death and desolation enveloping me in darkness
Dark...
Dark....
Dark....
Darkness.
Black and red- red - blood red. Dark.
Vanity - the profanity of the demons chasing me with big red eyes.
Burning, & torturing always telling me sweet lies.
Together yet alone -
everyday another from my generation dies.
Dark...
Dark...
Dark...
Darkness...
Black...
Fading out.

Another dies.

~im not too sure if i really like the above poem... on one hand I like the way it kinda flows.. or .. something..i cant quite graps what im lookng for.. but im not too fond of the repitition.. it gets redundant... eh.. anyways.. here is the last one im willing to share from that time period... *sighs*

~*~*~*~*~
Snow red

In a world of death here is life...
but see how easily joy is overcome by strife?
Yet I keep going day by day,
until the gun in my mouth I lay.
I pull the trigger in the snow.
white becomes red I've made the choice to blow.
The life I've led has been washed away,
like sand re-arranged by the oceans sway.
now darkened by blood the snow once pure.
was suicide the right answer? I'm unsure....
Life is beautiful if you only let it be
I understand now suicide isn't for me.
I try to say no but I can't even scream,
Suddenly I wake to realize it was all just a
dream....

~*~*~
yep.. so those are from like... 9th grade...
its great to think of 9th grade as my younger years.. lmao
when i was young i could never concieve of the idea that i would be this old.. (and im still young! im 18)
i remember being in the third grade and counting how old i would be when i graduated, and thinking that it would never happen... lol
i have lotsa short untitled poems that i think im going to post next...
maybe even tonight if i get bored! lol
~mvd~

[livid76]

My best recommendation would be to keep positively everything that you scribble down. I finished up on a 6 year stint in the Navy and I'm moving all of my stuff out of my parents' house, you wouldn't believe the gems of teen angst that I've come across.

Letters to old girlfriends never sent, poems with tearstains still on them and laments of my own self doubt. It seems so far away now and yet still so near to me.

DON'T DESTROY ANYTHING. I promise you that you will not regret it when you're packing it all into cardboard boxes in a few years. In the meantime, share. <g>

You might even get me to post one or two of my favorites from my volumes.

livid76

[psyco_jeter]

today i felt myself slipping deeper in that hole,
i know my friends don't really care, and i don't think my family even knows.

I heard the crack again today, it was louder than before, and i saw her face again, just prior to when i hit the floor.

oh satan, satan, satan.....why do you tempt me with these things.

oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,.....why can't i see you now.

i made a promise to myself today, i promised i would look at the gash again. seven seconds later i opened it up and stared into its eye. and i relized...i never wanted to hurt something beutiful, and love something as ugly as you... but what is said, and what is done, is never the same...... its always brought anew.

oh spirit, spirit, spirit.......why did you let me fall again

oh father, father, father.....you forgot to look again.
retal syad...

(hope you guys like it, tell me what you think.)

[livid76]

that you capitalize Jesus and not Satan or Father.

I'm going to stop there.

livid76

edit - I don't want that to sound like a criticizm, just observation and interest.

[psyco_jeter]

well there is some symbolisim in that....im glad you saw that :)

[psyco_jeter]

there's also meaning in the seven secongs part.....

[psyco_jeter]

Originally posted by Velvet Decay
*takes a deep breath*
you convinced me...
heres some more.. just a few...
i dont like to call my poems poetry... they are just expressions ... just words... emotions typed out... written.. bleeding from my brain... lol

~*~*~*~
Poetry chic
I am the poetry chic, everybody knows my name.
They all see a happy girl, they think its just a game.
I hide my pain behind this smile, I wear walking down the hall.
Inside Im just a little girl, I feel frightened and very small.

I'm the poetry chic, everybody knows my name.
Instead of my positive traits, depression gave me fame.
I slit my wrists behid this wall, so no one else can see,
Because all they see is the poetry chic - none of them see me.

~*~*~*~*~*~
here is the Ophelia poems... ive written two of them... i said in a thread somehwere I'd post them some day.. so here they are

Ophelia
(what the water said)

As a tear slid down your porcelin face, I knew the cause before I even questioned.
You see, I am your reflection. I am deep and troubled, just like you.
You long for someone like you, to hold you, to comfort you.
I am always here.
I am unbreakable.
Come to me now...
Lay with me...
Be one with me!!
I am your reflection, deep and troubled.
We belong together, I will hold you, dear Ophelia -
until your troubles have gone away.

~*~*~*~
The End

Invisible now - She sits alone.
- The envy of the moon is shown

Ophelia is Waiting
-Patiently sedating
All her fears...
- Too many tears.

Sadness now - She keeps it locked inside.
- It builds and breaks, watching the tide.

Flowers now - Strewn all around.
- Madness creeps in without a sound.

Relief now - Her comfort found in the ocean.
-Cuddled in the ceaseless motion.

Silence now - She is no more.
- Lifeless she floats back to shore.

~*~*~*~*~

Red Lillies

Essence of Malice
Absence of Innocence
Fill me!!!
Flowing through me
I can Feel you...
Inside... I need you.
MORE! -Selfishly I suck the life from your veins...
Bloody kisses - Just for me.
I feel animal - primal.
Confusion-fumbling.
Extacy-Desire...
I WANT MORE.

~*~*~*~
Triangle
Brown eyes,
So innocent.
Bondage ties,
Energy spent.
Soul mate,
Spiritual lover.
Cruel fate,
I love another!!
I must choose,
Who i love more.
Which will i lose?
I cant be sure...

~*~*~*~*~
thats it ...
~mvd~


that last poem was great....im speechless. that same situation happened to me a few weeks ago...i applaud you.

[livid76]

Spirit... 7 Chakras, Thought or Spirit being the highest and 7th. Also a possible reference to the Bhuddist Third Eye of enlightenment, pry.

livid76

edit - I still can't put anything to the "days later" at the bottom... acid?

[psyco_jeter]

lol....no....later days was something my father used to say to me when i would be upset. he said that things would be better in later days. i put it backwards to symbolize that at that time, i didn't think things were gonna get better. so i put it backwards to show disguest with it. kinda like an attitude of "things are never going to get better, im sinkin deeper."

[Velvet Decay]

*sighs*
psyco_jeter, I like what you wrote...
hehe.. its gotten more attention than some of my poems!
:(
anyways...
here are the short ones...
~*~*~*~
Your loss

Nothing can mirror your beauty
The shadows dance within the light
Today my blood flows,
silently slipping into the night.
Goodbye.

~*~*~*~
Enlightened

The greatest mysteries are solved
nothing is magical anymore
Love is but a worthless feeling
life holds no meaning!!
Its all such a bore...

~*~*~*~
you're so rare...
face so fair.
Love I've tasted,
you cant be wasted.
Love ignites my hate-
destruction cant be fate!!
Sever these ties,
Im too poison for you....

~*~*~*~

Poison in lace
hopelessness on your face
Beautiful and deadly
a horrifying medly
pleasure and pain all in one
Excruciating torture, but twice the fun.

~*~*~*~
Dead

You thought I was an easy Fuck
It was so easy you were a sitting duck
I killed you with a bullet to the brain
And pleaded insane
Now you're dead and I'm up here
I now have nothing and no more to fear.
~*~*~*~
Blank

White, purple, red
A look on your face
The feeling of dread.
Blank....
~*~*~*~
I cant find anymore of them.. so i guess thats it...
~mvd~

[psyco_jeter]

wow, those are really good. where do you get your insperation?

[Velvet Decay]

well.. some of them are personal experience... and others .... are just... things ive written...
lol.. i dont know... I have one... that came from a dream...
ill post it now...

Cellophane Angel

you were my silicone angel,
now you're my cellophane angel.
I can see you there,
Tied up beaten left for dead.
The colors are so vivid,
the green of the trees,
the red of your blood.
your eyes are the most amazing blue
they cought my gaze and I couldn't look away.
When I looked into your eyes, I saw all the pain they put you through.
those lifeless blue eyes haunt me now.
They hurt you so bad.. and with your final breath you cursed all of humanity.
We arent all bad! - dont you know that someone cared?
I CARE!
your death wont be in vain - you were my silicone angel...
now you're my cellophane angel....
~*~*~*~

i woke up from a horrible dream.. and I wrote this in my semi dark room i could have made it better but I decided it needs to be left as is.. there is just something about it... the poem basically describes what the dream was about....
I was watching this happen... I was in a forest hiding and I was afraid... there were two men and a beautiful blonde stripper, (i knew that she was one in this dream.. and I knew the woman personally it seemed..) they did various unspeakable things to her and eventually wrapped her in cellophane (the kind that they use on loading docks.. its really strong) and she died because she couldnt breathe. it was a very odd dream and different from the other dreams ive had.. because it seemed that I wasnt me...
anyway........

yea...
~mvd~

[psyco_jeter]

yea i can relate to that, i have writing all over my walls, i have dreams, or ill wake up and have ideas, and i jsut write em on my walls, and about every year i copy it all on paper and paint over it. kinda wierd, dark, mozartish. lol.

[Velvet Decay]

mozartish?

thats cool... my mom woulda killed me.. heh.. and now im renting.. and ... sadly practical... so i dont that way i can get my deposit back.. lmao

heres to childish self expression...
:)

[UnderADeadOHSky]

Velvet, nice work. you have a unique style that will only grow and become better over time. never stop writing and like the one mabn said don't throw anything away. i have found inspiration and ideas from older pieces ive written. writing is timeless. keep posting i will keep reading. if you would like to read some of mine and tell me what you think. interest/ subtle intervention. ive been writing for about 7 years now and might actually go to school for creative writing. but i like talking to other writers and learning about what inspires them to write. never stop expressing yourself.

[psyco_jeter]

my mom was pissed, but then when i told her that id paint over it all, she was not upset, she just didn't let guests go into that room for the "house" tour.

i think writing can be hard, cause now a days, people dont appriciate it. and they think your wierd if its criptic, so normally i don't share any poetry.

[livid76]

Finally decided that I'd like to share one of mine from the edge... not sure of the date on this one but I'm guessing it's from when I lived in Charleston based on the paper that I wrote it on so probably late 1996. Nearly all of my work is penned in ink with no revision, so bear with me.

I've added underscores to indent at the appropriate places, I loathe how boards force all lines to the same point.
-----------------------

"Our own little slice of reality"

Through the midnight etch
__of gleaming silence
Shrieks the doleful echo
__of the soul
Consigned to mortal meaning
__and knowing nothing.
Hearing nothing.
Learning nothing.
Seeing nothing.
Fearing all.
In the witching hour
__where dreams are real
As nightmares that have their
__way with childrens' minds,
Demons play in the hearts
__of men.
And the tragedy of human
__existence unfolds like
__a flower awaiting the
__mourning dew.

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

Velvet, my favorites so far are still the Ophelia poems. Specifically (what the water said), you abandoned all rhyme scheme and I think that lends a certain power and mystique to the work.

livid76

[psyco_jeter]

good job livid, its nice to see some people who actually know real art and expression.

[Velvet Decay]

yea.. great job livid... i understand your frustration at the page not letting you indent where you want.. my poem born has a different shape and i think that when you cant express that the poem loses a bit of feeling...

i guess i should be happy people post their poems on my thread.. hehe it makes it look more... full?
lol
~mvd~

[Fire_line318]

hey guys, this is psyco_jester, i changed my screen name, so i could give my old account to my friend. so just to let you guys know.

[normz]

i feel the need to post my poems as well except i feel that in comparison my poems would be well............. mundane, talentless, a word hack well i will have to find my poem book but hears a very short one i remember of the top of my head

CRY
A single tear trickles down
A solitary reminder of pain
The tear; an ocean in which i drown
but your rescue me
again

it sounds awful compared to the others but thats a pretty bad one for me oh well im still young and I'll try to find some of my better work

[livid76]

I originally posted this under another thread but I'll put it here as well, Norm.

Interesting sales method...
Don't degrade your work before we get to state our opinions on it. <g> If you put it up for everyone to see then obviously YOU at least think that it's something we may like.

By finishing with "its stupid i know..." you don't give us much of a chance to think otherwise about it.

my 2 cents.

livid76

livid76

[normz]

lol damn that was a good point lol but its true it was the first thign of the top of my head and i have much better poems but i gotta find me book so ok i guess i'll take it back and im now open to constructive criticism *rolls eyes*

[livid76]

I had to comment on this. The fact that you would describe someone who isn't good at expressing themselves through the written word as a "word hack" shows that you're not among them. That's a fanstatic way of putting it, and very descriptive. lol I picture some poor fool with a big dictionary open in front of him looking up words he doesn't know so that he'll seem more (choose your description) educated/talented/enlightened.

And to Velvet, I'm not sure about everyone else, but I posted here because I enjoyed your work and wanted to share and elaborate. So allow me to do so:

Looking back, tears seem to be one of our common themes in the thread so far (Fire_line's being the exception, but I'm sure he can find one to share with us.)

Velvet's only tears are those of Ophelia... but suicide dreams usually don't come without salt on the pillow. Not sure if anyone caught it, but the tears in mine were the final line. Mourning, not morning, was intentional.

It's also interesting that we, for the most part, never referred directly to crying, but rather to just the result. I like that a lot, I feel more wrapped up in that feeling... like after the crying stops and the tears continue.

livid76

[smirk]

its all about lachrymony man

[normz]

i think that crying is a very personal thing almost, you know how people can get caught very off guard when some1 starts to cry its one of the few signs of emotion we cant cover up i think the theme of crying wraps into the whole depresion thing that velvet i think brought up, you know how we all write much better in the depths of despair so to speak. I'm usually only creative myself when im upset

peace out and keep writing

normz

[livid76]

...I picture some poor fool with a big dictionary open in front of him looking up words he doesn't know...

its all about lachrymony man

Sorry, smirk, but it was too close on the heels of that last post. hehe

Most sincere apologies.

livid76

[Velvet Decay]

Originally posted by livid76


And to Velvet, I'm not sure about everyone else, but I posted here because I enjoyed your work and wanted to share and elaborate. So allow me to do so:

im quite happy that you guys are making great use of this thread... without you all it would have passed into the shadows long long ago... :)



Velvet's only tears are those of Ophelia... but suicide dreams usually don't come without salt on the pillow. Not sure if anyone caught it, but the tears in mine were the final line. Mourning, not morning, was intentional.

I cought it... im very sensitive to that sort of spelling trick...
reminds me of a song i like... hehe... oh yea.. and my
Cellophane Angel poem i woke from crying as well... very powerful that dream was... and ive added a few short ones that started from that poem... but i cant find them right now.. so after i post this i will look harder and if i find ill post them ... ive been meaning to anyway..




It's also interesting that we, for the most part, never referred directly to crying, but rather to just the result. I like that a lot, I feel more wrapped up in that feeling... like after the crying stops and the tears continue.

livid76

I love the way you made me feel so connected to you guys with this part of your post... you've got talent chickie...

~mvd~

[livid76]

I'm not really familiar with the term "chickie" but I'm a guy, if there was any question. lol

livid76

[UrQuattro]

still no title


Delusion seizes control of the power riddled souls,
Faithfully manifesting an apocalypse time foretold.
This incomprehensible entity, deemed insanity of mind,
Powerfully sells salvation fantasies of future for all humankind.

Yet, God's hate-blinded armies overthrow the world,
Ordered to enjoy genocide, all are gleefully killed.
Raping life while claiming missions of Angel Holy Death,
Believing they are the gods destined to control life's last breath.

The end of war encroaches painful and near,
Carrying unwavering destruction: the call of fear.
Never to thrive again, collective illusions of civility.
Forever silenced, here lies the future of humanity.

All is lost under the shroud of God's name bare,
Never again to be, by nightmare's ultimate despair.
It matters not now: free choice or destiny,
Father Time arrives and gives end to perceived causality.

Humanity succeeds perfectly of the fatalist's goal:
Destruction of self, of friend, and damnation of foe.
But this psychosis lacks hints to reality at play,
For all those who doubt, approaches Hell and the End of Days.

Forsaken and scorched by nuclear fires horrific,
Spins now empty ruins of an Earth planet, once of life prolific.
It's form terminally scarred by intolerant destructivity,
Prominently displaying the selected man memory destined to eternity.




the pattern seer

all it takes
for a pattern
seer to see
is the inclination
to see the sea
for what it might be
in relation to me
the motivation
must be there
and only a stimuli
can be the bear



limiting linearity

Inside all this time,
Gone unforseen, unknown, and unused.
The surface finally shows
What my soul is trying to hide.
A release has come.
Buried deep inside for so long,
Held so tightly to myself,
Shielded so strongly from light.

Something hidden remains.
Nothing can be completely released;
As everything is shielded
From the light of the soul.
For true knowledge
Is saved for the final moment
Of reality as it is known
To the state of mind
limited to linearity
Trapped in reality
And held to the limits of knowledge


my true path?

walking down the path
i dont know where to go
i cant see where the path leads
but i just feel its right
all signs point in this direction
but my doubts linger
i know the other road
its tried and true
but this path calls to me
Should i take it?
something says yes
something says no
which do i follow
which is the devil
which is the angel



color

all visions of the rainbow
bathing eyes in colored light
spectacular visions of neon candy
jubilee greens, glowing reds, shimmering yellows
looked at but never seen
finally understood
color as it is
simply beautiful



perennial witness

catching my eye
pointed beauty
all tied together
layered within
layered on the out
sun catchers on display
straws in the body
sandpaper for skin
grounded in the ground
living centuries
saying nothing
seeing everything
perennial witness
to the history of man
destroyed in 5 minutes
never to observe again



and the last one:

complacency

The reality is this:
There is no reality.
There is nothing but what you want to see.
There is no truth,
No trust,
No decency.

It is gone:
Disappeared with the modern time.
Everyone became one.
Everyone thinks like everyone.
No one is a someone.
Everyone is an everyone.

There is no reality,
No originality,
And definitely no subtlety;
Only complacency.

I am lost in this world.
Am i alone in my originality?
is there anyone who feels like i do
Is there anyone who can see?

Where is the originality?
Where is the thought, and reality?
Where is the truth, and where is the way to see?

No...
Only complacency

[livid76]

"God's hate-blinded armies" has to be one of my favorite phrases of all time.

This is really difficult to read, esp. out loud. It really reminds me of coffee house beatnik poetry in it's form and meter. Nice work but a little off of our current subject.

livid76

[UrQuattro]

i didnt realize that there was a set topic.

i could move all of the poems out of here if there was supposed to be a theme...

sorry...

and yeah, it is supposed tobe super dense, super dark, and almost impossible to read and get through. i tried to make it so that the form itself was as difficult as the subject matter... kind of hitting the reader on every front...

[Velvet Decay]

im so sorry livid.. i have no clue what made me think you were a girl... oh..i hate fucking up like that!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my deepest apologies!!!! I must have been sooooooooo tired!

hey... its ok that its off "topic" i mean.. if i have a poem im going to paste it here regaurdless... muahahah! im queen of the thread...
hehe jk... but.. hey.. who ever feels the need to post here is welcome... i am not one to turn people away.. im too nice!

[livid76]

UrQuattro, didn't mean to sound like I didn't think it should be here, just trying to keep the conversation moving in the same direction, no offense intended.

Velvet, no worries, we all fuck up. heh

I'm about to fall asleep at the keyboard, but I'll leave with this.

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

The step lost has forced its price paid
And paid, and paid.
Not to be regained, it taunts us
So close, so close.
Maddeningly
Sickeningly
Silently
We drive ever closer to the threshold of our sanity
As lemmings to the slaughter of the sea.
Dive. Dive. Dive.
And survive a precious few seconds
_on the backs of our brethren


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

livid76

[livid76]

Rereading UrQuatro's edit, I love perennial witness. Took me a while, I kept thinking a rose but I finally saw that it was a tree. Very subtle, I enjoyed that one a lot.

First impulse from pattern seer is Ursa Major or Minor, but I can't quite place that one, maybe I'm thinking too literally on it.

My true path? is one that hits very close to home to me, I've written on this same subject when I was experimenting with formed works, specifically the sonnet. Reproduced below.

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Duality

I do not think my mind can take the strain
That I have somehow pulled myself into.
Mistakes made not by body but by brain,
Decisions must be made and made so soon.
I've let myself succumb to that sweet tune
Of sirens' calls that tell of great reward,
That I may pluck the rose and save the bloom
Is like to taking back the spoken word.
But one solution glistens like a sword
And beckons me to take it up in fight.
The answer to my pray'rs one blow toward
Would sever many problems from my sight.
_Not seeing this before I must be blind,
_To cease but one, myself again to find.

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livid76

[UrQuattro]

hey, ya got it... the perennial witness being a tree. very few people ever do... that's really cool. actually, that was one that i forgot ever writing, and then when i found it i couldnt remember what it was about... heh...

and the pattern seer was one that i wrote after seeing 'a beautiful mind' and is kind of a reflection on my own understanding of schizophrenia and the power that it can possess...

im glad you liked em... so few people seem to actually enjoy my writing.

[livid76]

Pardon me, I've been drinking too much. Changed this post about 4 times without actually posting it and figured I owed everyone an apology, so here it is.

livid76

[normz]

NO SHAME
I hate your ignorance
You are blind and naive
So rightous and innocent
Your heart is on your sleeve
Free to take
And free to break
It’s all been done before
But you my friend you’ll never learn
And once again you’ll fall
I’m bad for you
You know it
I’ll only break your heart
But you kiss me
And laugh
You don’t see the knife
That I’m plunging in your back
The fear in your eyes is precious
You never saw it coming
Now theres blood on my hands
I feel no shame
But all you can feel is pain

analyse critiscise whatever..................

[marcus]

I wish I could walk
invisibly though the world
as we know it

to see the miracle of birth
to experience the agony of death
to know the dread of pregnancy
to witness the demise of morals

I wish I were a large bird
so when I flew
I would cast a shadow
over those I watch
touching them yet
leaving them unscathed
darkening for a moment
to let them know light

I wish to hear the scream
of a dying red rose
as flames brush it's petals
encompassing it's beauty
with a darkness few know

[Jerk off]

i pick at the skin
that holds me in.
Peel it away
The blood rushes out,
the blood that is the real me.
The life force.
I am like my blood,
Ever pumping
ever rushing
on and on
Without pause.
I keep picking
Keep pulling at this skin
I feel the muscles
My srength
Still i pick
pick to the bone.
My frame,
My base.
Now i know what I am,
i've gone as far as I can,
but ever I pick.



~I just pulled that out of my ass......



Darkness consumes me here in this pit of despair.
I sit angry, confused, alone and bitter.
Desperately I scratch at the walls until my fingers are not but bloody stumps.
I scream until my voice is gone.
I weep, alone, in the dark, with only my memories of happiness
That remind me of what I once was.
That show me what I now am.
Until I am consumed by the Darkness I will sit,
Wishing that someone will find me.
It is useless for me to struggle now.
I am but a pawn in this game.

[marcus]

I have been shown fear
in a handful of dust
I have felt emotion
encrusted with lust
I have tasted
and dealt out pain
I have looked out of eyes
that were insane

My shadow and I
have waged war
My shadow and I
in the middle tore
My shadow and I
cast rocks of red
My shadow and I
until one is dead

Come my image
let us fight
come my image
to me in night
Come my image
Come to me
Come my image
leave me be

In our war
I've cast the stone
In our war
I've broken bone
In our war
my other said
I am nowhere
except your head

[livid76]

So trendy
and eventful our thread has become.
High views, a good topic that reaches out.

Fuck it.

Bury it.

Slip past the popular arena. I'm done here.