The Poem Thread.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Tue Jul 1, 2003 @ 12:44am |
 Coolness: 87050 | I really like your last poem, elf... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Jul 1, 2003 @ 7:03pm |
 Coolness: 63890 | waterproof scars
no amount of tears will ever fade them no scream will ever erase them i want to shove the knife in a little deeper so the thickness of my blood will contain them and the essence of my soul will become them hardened edge of treacherous ridges dip into my nightmare ride my razors edge of uncertainty |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Mon Jul 14, 2003 @ 1:11am |
 Coolness: 144215 | I'm sick of feeling used
Not in the obvious way Maybe I'm just paranoid But I just feel so abused Am I a ploy just to make her mad? Am I there just to make you feel not as bad? Am I second best to her? Am I third, am I fourth, am I fifth? Do you even listen when I talk Or does your mind just drift? Do you just feel bad for me? Is pity what this is all about? She's the one that has your heart To me there is no doubt I just want to leave you be Honestly, I don't want to impose Or do you want me to stay While inside I wither away like a rose? Must I always run after you And always be the one to forgive? Should I stay weak and dependant or find a new way to live? Sometimes I wish you loved me As much as you loved her I wish we started out from scratch I wish our love was pure I wish you yearned and hoped as mush as you once did for her I wish I posessed what this girl had I wish I had her lure |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ replied on Tue Jul 29, 2003 @ 12:54pm |
 Coolness: 102190 | Ma Peur
Ma peur a pris le controle sur moi Ma peur me fait dire des choses insensés Ma peur me fait imaginer les pires choses Ma peur m'éloigne de toi Ma peur me rends si fragile... Ma peur me donne des visions impensables Ma peur change mon être entier Ma peur va bientôt me tuer... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Tue Jul 29, 2003 @ 1:25pm |
 Coolness: 174075 | Abstract Angels Caught in a Collage
One smile born in the stillness of silence Flame colored streetlights reflecting off your eyes, Elations float upon midnight breeze and tragedy shatters like fallen icicles Grasp me with the fading crescent moon. Emptiness reversed by your merciful caress. Whispers of your lips burning away lamentation, you have broken me not, but built me anew. In this daze, methods of destruction cross me like torrent winds You held me closer and whispered everything would be at peace Droplets from my blood soaked eyes; you let me take in your breath You ignited the flame; Do you still want to run away? Hand upon hand ever essence consuming Do you still want to run away? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» SpaceyTracy replied on Wed Jul 30, 2003 @ 12:52pm |
| Coolness: 41675 | I've been through more than you know,
and all I want is to let the nightmare go I'm scared of you and what you do, I'm scared of where you take me to. I'm scared of how you make me high, and make me light and make me fly. I'm scared of what I'll do without you, I'm scared of what I'll do for you I'm scared that I won't get by, I'm especially scared that I will die. CrAzY*TrAcY |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» fukt replied on Sat Aug 2, 2003 @ 7:37pm |
 Coolness: 71670 | The world finally emerges.
Finally it has broken free from the oppressing environment that has constricted and consumed it for thousands of years. Breaking away, breaking free from the constraints that have imprisoned it since the beginning of time. Finally free. Free to breathe again, to escape, to avoid the every day mundane environment that has surrounded and choked its life source. A once flourishing source of positive reinforcement, the situation was now tumbling out of control. To alter this, to manipulate this concept to the point it would no longer be recognizable, no longer influential to those that had once lived beneath its protection, one must have fully comprehended the previous events. To acknowledge reality for what it was and to not fall into the trap that ignorance had placed before us. To have such control, over such uncontrollable aspects could only mean… It is the truth. It is the answer. It is the law. The divine force maintaining equilibrium on all fronts of the battle field had finally faltered. The world as we knew, as we had seen and perceived had begun to collapse beneath our feet. Assisted by an underlying domino effect, the current results would only add a significant residual effect to an already uncomfortable and undesirable situation... All the while remaining fluctuant, the once unquestioned support that had been so quietly maintained below these people’s feet had finally begun to crumble. Their support, their guiding light had unfortunately strayed onto the wrong path, resulting in a sea of confusion and conformity. Their new found freedom was slipping through their hands regardless of their control and influence. Just this once, for this most significant occurrence, we would witness, we would only be witnessed as a dream. It was not the answer, there could never be an answer, fore in the end the answer did not have any bearing or effect on any situation. Unknowingly they had followed this notion with incomprehensible ease, they had followed this simple concept without providing it the proper attention; as such a situation required and deserved. Analyzing the situations would thusly provide an accurate forecast of the aforementioned attributes, furthermore creating an overview of all the possible outcomes, whether they are positive or not. It would mean granting life a second chance, a second thought, a final attempt at redemption. The once undoubted and most respected source of stability had now become a crumbling mass of confusion. Breathe. Fear not. Think not. Simply question ones actions, ones thoughts, ones experiences. Break free from your constraints. Break free. Break free for me. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Aug 20, 2003 @ 11:43pm |
 Coolness: 685575 | Thank you - Feb. 21, 2000
By Sylvie You once placed me on a pedestal so high Caressing my soul with a simple ring Never to say goodbye You took my bonded hands and set them free You took my wounds And wiped them clean For that I thank you For showing me a better way than wanting to die For opening my wings to teach me how to fly You used yourself dry to wipe away my tears All to comfort me, to cast away my fears For that I thank you, for holding me like a child, whispering in my ear the things in the world I hold so dear You are my angel, my fallen one. I gave you the key to my heart, All to cast you out of paradise. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 2:06am |
| Coolness: 63890 | passage to nowhere
~~~~~~~~~~ i'm walking through an urban jungle full of crumbled concrete and billboard dreams of gridlockled anxiety and weekend speed there's the base in the construction crane's swing and the soft exhale of the sheesha shop's embers burning the apple tastes too sweet in my throat and the eye of your hopes i already know smoke rings round me mad dashes through the rain accross the street neon flickers under the awning of broken dreams and played out scenes and the dust on the tables knows no waste aside from her once pretty face hanging out of the bed blood red rush of the emotionless fuck nowhere to go now when there's nothing inside but the addiction of rituals that blow their holes through my mind |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 2:08am |
| Coolness: 116280 | :) i like that peom alot. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 2:14am |
| Coolness: 63890 | thanks pat :) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef replied on Wed Oct 22, 2003 @ 10:45pm |
 Coolness: 154660 | you diss my music, and the clothes i wear
you tell me to be normal, because people stare so don't be my friend, if you're so afraid it's not only about appearances don't pretend to be something you're not, just to get laid it should be about more than just a pretty face, cause if no one was different, the world would be a really fucking shitty place. ahha hoooly shit, m soo bored |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Wed Oct 22, 2003 @ 11:44pm |
| Coolness: 148800 | with little time to kiss or tell
i sit alone and with a yell i let my anger out to play because today will be the day when life will just let me be free to do with it what i see fit |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» lakester replied on Wed Oct 22, 2003 @ 11:53pm |
 Coolness: 59665 | Do you know how bad I feel?
Do you know how sorry I am? Do you know I didn't mean for this to happen? Do you know how guilty I am? If you knew how much I love you... If you knew how hard I'm trying... If you knew how much I've changed... If you knew how badly I need you... If you could see the tears I've cried If you could see my broken heart If you could see the pain in my eyes If you could see the feelings I hide But you don't and you can't and you won't And so I'm left here, torn and alone And I never want to love again in my life Unless I'm loving you, and you're here by my side. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Fri Oct 24, 2003 @ 12:01am |
| Coolness: 87050 | I walked down the middle
of a boarded up street flashing lights at the end they cant get near me I can only get near them and so I get there but police banners warn me of danger we are all cold and standing a police man is talking I dont care what he's got to say so I turn around and I walk away I can smell the flames of fire getting bigger, growing taller But I know that big red truck's got a shitload of water its getting pretty late now and I had somewhere to go but I walked down the neverending dead end road but I sat down and let my inspiration grow 'n once again, time spoke. -end- I dont like these fucking pages I dont like em just one bit I wanna rip em out 'n throw a fit I wanna crumple em up with my fist throw em on the ground no doubt about it I wanna jump up 'n down flatten em out till another wave comes and makes em drown. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef replied on Wed Oct 29, 2003 @ 8:04am |
| Coolness: 154660 | a walk down the alley
cigarette in one hand they photographed her dead body they were silent, and bland if she had only been careful shed still be singing those gay songs of joy, but look how she ended up one leg sawed off and her head in a cup but the blood did run slowly, rolling mercilessly down her cheek as the coroners inspected her raped and mangled, rotting corpse of a physique the puss was oozing out of each eye slashed in the throat hung by her side who ever knew that she would be next? that, that sweet innocent girl would die |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc replied on Mon Nov 3, 2003 @ 11:49am |
| Coolness: 174075 | That time I once thought things were perfect
Will always be perfect And they are forever plastered on the walls of my memory This heart will never be embraced, I am weakness and I spilled too much on the living room floor Standing above the broken pieces I care not to even put it back together I see your heart and I see its warmth Can I please crawl in and hide till the dark skies relinquish their hold? Arms ever encircled around me, what I only hope for I just want this never more to be over For you to fill me with your love Please don’t think me to fragile to hold Your perfume still holds in the air Consuming my reveries, yet were nothing more than a dream? Everything will remain perfect in our dream Never would I want to shatter that I fell for you… - A time i once knew my heart was alive |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef replied on Tue Nov 4, 2003 @ 1:05pm |
| Coolness: 154660 | seems like i'm always
following suit; but is not always the case. actually it is, after some party, or one too many drugs. when i'm too tired to make descisions by myself, when the ideas that are flowing through my head, exit the lips of someone else's mouth it's hard to say that, in the beginning they were my own, no one would believe me anyway. but at least i think for myself, during the average weekday. so there is nothing more that is left to be shown, thinking about what there is to do now that i'm sitting here all alone. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» caro replied on Wed Nov 5, 2003 @ 3:56pm |
 Coolness: 151925 | i wake up and all i do is cry
endless tears pouring down my face hiding my pain from all to see cause no one trully understands me i walk into a room full of people and my first instinct is to hide hide my face, so no one see's the pain in my eyes this huge burden on my back i carry with me at all times it is my reminder........ that nothing is easy and nothing comes free welcome to the life of me. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cactain_steef replied on Wed Nov 5, 2003 @ 9:02pm |
| Coolness: 154660 | caro that was fukn aweesome |
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