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Ghosts
Dark settles on the walls, the street lamp blinks some
light, then dies, then blinks again. A moth- stuck inside
the room- pares its wings on the glass, falls to the
windowsill, then does it again. My eyelids do the same.
I remember his mouth; how the ghosts under
his tongue slid through the cracks of his teeth,
found mine. Stayed there. And the birds at the
backs of our eyes drank too much to leave.
He told me there's a life of everything, somewhere
else; one that isn't made of feathers or concrete.
I'd be the flayed moth that made it through the glass,
He, the sun, and my guts would be warmed under him.
Dark settles on the walls, the street lamp blinks some
light, then dies, then blinks again. A moth- stuck inside
the room- pares its wings on the glass, falls to the
windowsill, then does it again. My eyelids do the same.
I remember his mouth; how the ghosts under
his tongue slid through the cracks of his teeth,
found mine. Stayed there. And the birds at the
backs of our eyes drank too much to leave.
He told me there's a life of everything, somewhere
else; one that isn't made of feathers or concrete.
I'd be the flayed moth that made it through the glass,
He, the sun, and my guts would be warmed under him.
johnrot
Forum Posts: 2961
Dangerous Mind
21
Joined 10th Oct 2012Forum Posts: 2961
i'm not even tryin to post after ghosts.......
FacePaint
Steven D
Forum Posts: 94
Steven D
Thought Provoker
8
Joined 28th Nov 2012Forum Posts: 94
Beautiful Monster-
Digging, digging, robbing graves,
But things like rings aren't what I crave.
I need something much more grotesque,
Like arms and legs and hands, a head.
I'm building something, like a friend,
To help this loneliness to mend.
I'm almost done now, just need a face,
The most Beautiful in all the graves.
I found it on a rotting bride,
Long, brown hair and skin so white.
You could say Love at first sight,
But I would say wait till tonight,
When thunder rolls and lightning strikes,
My beautiful Monster will be alive.
There she lay upon her bed,
Beautiful friend without a head.
Her pieces perfectly in place,
It's time to give my friend a face.
I sewed Her head on so gently,
Such Love and Care is in those strings.
I sat there for a moments time,
Admiring what's soon to be mine.
Now I've but to await the storm,
And think of my new friend reborn.
While waiting I cant help but stare,
She looks so peaceful laying there.
She doesn't seem dead, just lost in dreams,
Waiting to wake to new things.
In the distance thunders crash,
It's here to wake her up, at last!
I prepare her on a slab,
Connecting wires, pulling tabs.
Thunder crashes, lightning strikes,
The room lights up, then dark as night.
I'm worried things did not go right,
I'm worried she is not alive.
The lights returned, to my surprise,
I found her gone, no where in sight.
As I turned to begin my search,
My deep, dark eyes met up with hers.
She grabbed me and I screamed inside,
Fearful that she'd take my life.
But no, she only offered me embrace,
Just then I saw inside her Grace.
She held me and began to cry,
As if She took my pain inside.
She said "I Love You", gave me a kiss,
I knew I found the Love I'd missed.
But with Her Love came such a woe,
And pain I think nobody knows.
She saw a mirror, saw herself,
Then gave a scream that came from Hell.
She broke the mirror, grabbed a shard,
And stabbed herself right in the Heart.
I screamed and cried to no avail,
There she was, lifeless and pale.
I have no Hope now that she's gone,
I cut it out for being wrong.
Now I bleed out awaiting Her,
My now dead living Dead girl,
Soon I'll be right there with Her
My only love, My Beautiful Monster.
Digging, digging, robbing graves,
But things like rings aren't what I crave.
I need something much more grotesque,
Like arms and legs and hands, a head.
I'm building something, like a friend,
To help this loneliness to mend.
I'm almost done now, just need a face,
The most Beautiful in all the graves.
I found it on a rotting bride,
Long, brown hair and skin so white.
You could say Love at first sight,
But I would say wait till tonight,
When thunder rolls and lightning strikes,
My beautiful Monster will be alive.
There she lay upon her bed,
Beautiful friend without a head.
Her pieces perfectly in place,
It's time to give my friend a face.
I sewed Her head on so gently,
Such Love and Care is in those strings.
I sat there for a moments time,
Admiring what's soon to be mine.
Now I've but to await the storm,
And think of my new friend reborn.
While waiting I cant help but stare,
She looks so peaceful laying there.
She doesn't seem dead, just lost in dreams,
Waiting to wake to new things.
In the distance thunders crash,
It's here to wake her up, at last!
I prepare her on a slab,
Connecting wires, pulling tabs.
Thunder crashes, lightning strikes,
The room lights up, then dark as night.
I'm worried things did not go right,
I'm worried she is not alive.
The lights returned, to my surprise,
I found her gone, no where in sight.
As I turned to begin my search,
My deep, dark eyes met up with hers.
She grabbed me and I screamed inside,
Fearful that she'd take my life.
But no, she only offered me embrace,
Just then I saw inside her Grace.
She held me and began to cry,
As if She took my pain inside.
She said "I Love You", gave me a kiss,
I knew I found the Love I'd missed.
But with Her Love came such a woe,
And pain I think nobody knows.
She saw a mirror, saw herself,
Then gave a scream that came from Hell.
She broke the mirror, grabbed a shard,
And stabbed herself right in the Heart.
I screamed and cried to no avail,
There she was, lifeless and pale.
I have no Hope now that she's gone,
I cut it out for being wrong.
Now I bleed out awaiting Her,
My now dead living Dead girl,
Soon I'll be right there with Her
My only love, My Beautiful Monster.
Anonymous
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DystopianMelody
Forum Posts: 1142
Fire of Insight
7
Joined 9th Dec 2012Forum Posts: 1142
A Garment to Brag(g?) About
I want a cape
Maybe even a cloak
I want it to look like the one
Robin Hood wore when he gave away his bestest fucks
To all his Marian's and hopeful serfs
Won't someone find me a cloak
Like the one batman wears in robins dampest thoughts
Make it from hopes and sew it with golden edges of stolen dreams in hidden pockets
Just make sure it says Made in Taiwan in the stitching
(The newest ones are always the best ones, right?)
I want a cape
Maybe even a cloak
I want it to look like the one
Robin Hood wore when he gave away his bestest fucks
To all his Marian's and hopeful serfs
Won't someone find me a cloak
Like the one batman wears in robins dampest thoughts
Make it from hopes and sew it with golden edges of stolen dreams in hidden pockets
Just make sure it says Made in Taiwan in the stitching
(The newest ones are always the best ones, right?)
diddi
Paul Summerscales
Forum Posts: 1592
Paul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
36
Joined 18th Dec 2009Forum Posts: 1592
The Hall Of The Damned
The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark underworld
of plughole down drain .
A soul stealing trident
Satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped
in a serpent
stands arrow capped
in an evil dominant
inside are trapped spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life retirement .
So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near and says
this is what you might get
only fear if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be speared in an eternal net .
The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers that hanged
now they're hell framed
their pictured in pain
forever tortured
dead and inane
they cry out contorted
faintly my name
as I leave Satans
emporium of reign
I know after this
that I'll play the right game
and never shall I diss
the lords name ever again
nor dare never shall I speak it
in vain .
The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark underworld
of plughole down drain .
A soul stealing trident
Satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped
in a serpent
stands arrow capped
in an evil dominant
inside are trapped spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life retirement .
So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near and says
this is what you might get
only fear if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be speared in an eternal net .
The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers that hanged
now they're hell framed
their pictured in pain
forever tortured
dead and inane
they cry out contorted
faintly my name
as I leave Satans
emporium of reign
I know after this
that I'll play the right game
and never shall I diss
the lords name ever again
nor dare never shall I speak it
in vain .
Anonymous
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Van_Alestyne
Forum Posts: 52
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 16th Aug 2013Forum Posts: 52
I'd like to be in a world far away
Where life means more than today
Gold buys a whore in a moment
For pleasure taken by the throat it
Bleeds us all dry
And whatever we try
Death grips hold and won't let go
My only wish is to have a sure
Understanding
Comprehending
Life as it was meant to be
Love as it is given free
On a different shore
In reality or lore
Might there be
A depth unseen
Of which we can take hold
And in brazen lie are told
That it is not tangible
And never manageable
By those who are held at arms length
We weren't meant to have its strength
Lent to our own hearts
To bring love to a start
But death
And dismay
Is our breath
This day
Now and forevermore
Life is tallied and it gives its score
To our accomplishments
Not embellishments
We are told in the end
Life was not lent
For a moment of pleasure
But we were to have treasured
Each second and day
As one given away
As a gift
Not to have been sifted
Until it passed by and blew away
As chaff in wind does not stay
I see what's here
The sadness so dear
Is kept close
and life seems frozen
In time
The lines
Are blurred
Hearts cease being stirred
Satisfaction of sin
So prevalent within
Gives birth to death
The start of grief
I long for a place
Where love is a grace
Freely given
Never striven
To be had
Not a momentary fad
Of random people
Had without complications of steeple
Isn't love deep?
Should it make us weep?
Or should we laugh in its presence
And be whole in every sense
Of the word
Is there a world
Where we can be whole
Run like a foal,
Free of cares,
Crying no tears
Of sadness or grief
Losing nothing to the midnight thief
Who seeks to kill and destroy
Love and peace leaving worry
And an emptiness inside
That we cannot hide
Behind our eyes
As we gaze into the light
And so I dwell
A victim of a living hell
In which there is no rest
No love, laughter, nothing best
I have a fantasy
I have forever longed to see
In reality
Without all brevity
That surrounds
Every mound
Of refuse I have
Called life without verve
I dwell inside
My mind
Right now
Lying low
Out of sight
Of the dismal blight
Of the eyes of reality
Of the hatred of society
As I break the flow
And seek to show
A way
Today
That is more
Than a lore
Not on a different shore
But had in a rainfall pour
For all who desire more
Both now and forevermore
My imagination creates
Depth of a world which hates
Superficiality
Mere frivolity
And seeks to give
Friendship free
Not striven
Not had with a lease
It offers beauty of light
Mystery of dark
Not death as a common plight
Nor hate as a start
But it offers peace
As we rest on knees
Head in hands
A calm in heart
Our worry ends
Sadness has no part
In this fantasy
I long to see
As my reality
Holding me down by gravity
By weight
I wait
For this peace
For this love
For this breath
Of fresh air from above
So I long
For a pure song
To sing to all
When they start to fall
Of a place
Where grace
And freedom dwell
Without having a sale
Of something less for a moment
That brings with it a stone
That causes man to fall
Into a hole called hell
Or life as we know it
Where life means more than today
Gold buys a whore in a moment
For pleasure taken by the throat it
Bleeds us all dry
And whatever we try
Death grips hold and won't let go
My only wish is to have a sure
Understanding
Comprehending
Life as it was meant to be
Love as it is given free
On a different shore
In reality or lore
Might there be
A depth unseen
Of which we can take hold
And in brazen lie are told
That it is not tangible
And never manageable
By those who are held at arms length
We weren't meant to have its strength
Lent to our own hearts
To bring love to a start
But death
And dismay
Is our breath
This day
Now and forevermore
Life is tallied and it gives its score
To our accomplishments
Not embellishments
We are told in the end
Life was not lent
For a moment of pleasure
But we were to have treasured
Each second and day
As one given away
As a gift
Not to have been sifted
Until it passed by and blew away
As chaff in wind does not stay
I see what's here
The sadness so dear
Is kept close
and life seems frozen
In time
The lines
Are blurred
Hearts cease being stirred
Satisfaction of sin
So prevalent within
Gives birth to death
The start of grief
I long for a place
Where love is a grace
Freely given
Never striven
To be had
Not a momentary fad
Of random people
Had without complications of steeple
Isn't love deep?
Should it make us weep?
Or should we laugh in its presence
And be whole in every sense
Of the word
Is there a world
Where we can be whole
Run like a foal,
Free of cares,
Crying no tears
Of sadness or grief
Losing nothing to the midnight thief
Who seeks to kill and destroy
Love and peace leaving worry
And an emptiness inside
That we cannot hide
Behind our eyes
As we gaze into the light
And so I dwell
A victim of a living hell
In which there is no rest
No love, laughter, nothing best
I have a fantasy
I have forever longed to see
In reality
Without all brevity
That surrounds
Every mound
Of refuse I have
Called life without verve
I dwell inside
My mind
Right now
Lying low
Out of sight
Of the dismal blight
Of the eyes of reality
Of the hatred of society
As I break the flow
And seek to show
A way
Today
That is more
Than a lore
Not on a different shore
But had in a rainfall pour
For all who desire more
Both now and forevermore
My imagination creates
Depth of a world which hates
Superficiality
Mere frivolity
And seeks to give
Friendship free
Not striven
Not had with a lease
It offers beauty of light
Mystery of dark
Not death as a common plight
Nor hate as a start
But it offers peace
As we rest on knees
Head in hands
A calm in heart
Our worry ends
Sadness has no part
In this fantasy
I long to see
As my reality
Holding me down by gravity
By weight
I wait
For this peace
For this love
For this breath
Of fresh air from above
So I long
For a pure song
To sing to all
When they start to fall
Of a place
Where grace
And freedom dwell
Without having a sale
Of something less for a moment
That brings with it a stone
That causes man to fall
Into a hole called hell
Or life as we know it
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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gorryone810
Forum Posts: 135
Thought Provoker
3
Joined 27th Nov 2011Forum Posts: 135
Monsters
Blood all over! Blood all over!
let me sing the devils song.
Show your fingers, let me see them,
let me show you, you are wrong.
Give them to me, let me use them,
let me paint your pain.
Let me wash away your sins
in a bloody rain.
Creations running through the hallway
shouting nonsense, feel this fear.
Let me grab your hand to bring you
to those monsters, feel them near.
Feel your monsters, deep inside you,
feel the angst, the pain, the hate.
See the monsters all around you,
all those monsters you create.
Blood all over! Blood all over!
let me sing the devils song.
Show your fingers, let me see them,
let me show you, you are wrong.
Give them to me, let me use them,
let me paint your pain.
Let me wash away your sins
in a bloody rain.
Creations running through the hallway
shouting nonsense, feel this fear.
Let me grab your hand to bring you
to those monsters, feel them near.
Feel your monsters, deep inside you,
feel the angst, the pain, the hate.
See the monsters all around you,
all those monsters you create.
RavenofSorrow
Forum Posts: 406
Fire of Insight
3
Joined 19th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 406
Raven of Sorrow
Tie-dye sunsets turning doleful shades
I through these silken curtains gazed
At the dreary forms displayed
As shadows in a purple haze
The lucid sky grows ever dimmer
The Sun a weak and dying ember
Cold winds set huddled trees ashiver
In the twilight of December
I sat and scowled in reverie
Brooding on things that now shall never be
It seems the fates, at last, have severed me
From all my hopes and pleasant dreams
Something deep within me stirred
The remnants of a dream differed
Echos of whispered murmured words
Never to again be heard
Volumes of forgotten lore
Lay strewn out across my floor
As i floated off to realms of sleep
Where ebony winged demons creep
Thoughts of her becloud my mind
In my chambers thus confined
And my loneliness combined
With the side effects of wine
Cause my mind to fabricate
Illusions in my weary state
Ravens shrieking in the dark
Pecking at a bleeding heart
Alas that tell tale heart is mine
On which these ghastly ravens dine!
And that still beating heart they tore
Upon the grave of my lost Lenore
Where she lay forever more
the birds perch shrieking
"NEVERMORE!"
Awaking in cold sweat i shuddered
Thinking i should have closed the shutters
Then scarcely could a gasp I utter
As through my window a black bird fluttered
There it perched upon my window pane
There it stared in cold disdain
Then rose the first rays of tomorrow
And away flew the raven of my sorrows
Tie-dye sunsets turning doleful shades
I through these silken curtains gazed
At the dreary forms displayed
As shadows in a purple haze
The lucid sky grows ever dimmer
The Sun a weak and dying ember
Cold winds set huddled trees ashiver
In the twilight of December
I sat and scowled in reverie
Brooding on things that now shall never be
It seems the fates, at last, have severed me
From all my hopes and pleasant dreams
Something deep within me stirred
The remnants of a dream differed
Echos of whispered murmured words
Never to again be heard
Volumes of forgotten lore
Lay strewn out across my floor
As i floated off to realms of sleep
Where ebony winged demons creep
Thoughts of her becloud my mind
In my chambers thus confined
And my loneliness combined
With the side effects of wine
Cause my mind to fabricate
Illusions in my weary state
Ravens shrieking in the dark
Pecking at a bleeding heart
Alas that tell tale heart is mine
On which these ghastly ravens dine!
And that still beating heart they tore
Upon the grave of my lost Lenore
Where she lay forever more
the birds perch shrieking
"NEVERMORE!"
Awaking in cold sweat i shuddered
Thinking i should have closed the shutters
Then scarcely could a gasp I utter
As through my window a black bird fluttered
There it perched upon my window pane
There it stared in cold disdain
Then rose the first rays of tomorrow
And away flew the raven of my sorrows
TCLilly
Odette
Joined 18th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 1
Odette
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 1
The Second Poem 1/4/12
The weight of you on my lap
Was no weight at all.
In slumber you sank in,
And I was washed with light.
White light swallowed city clang
And I swear the air around us sang
With the serenade of that city clang.
I awoke when it happened again.
You where still the one
And I wrote a second poem
For the one I love.
The weight of you on my lap
Was no weight at all.
In slumber you sank in,
And I was washed with light.
White light swallowed city clang
And I swear the air around us sang
With the serenade of that city clang.
I awoke when it happened again.
You where still the one
And I wrote a second poem
For the one I love.