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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:42 pm
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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
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 10:46 am
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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.
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"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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