[Apsalar]

Advertising? I saw that right after I posted. Kind of funny... Maybe I will sometime but not right now.

[Darkwatch]

@Chaos: Insomnia is real horrible, going through my second streak right now.

Here's a poem I wrote last time I had it, though it as much about wasting time as anything else.

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Insomniacs Rant

Sitting here wondering... where is sleep?
Sitting here not wanting to.
Roaming aimlessly through a lifeless house,
Music playing in the back, forgotten.
Watching TV, without really looking.
Sitting on my bed, doing nothing.
Mourning what never was,
Dreaming of what will never be.
This insomnia grips,
With an Iron Fist.
Fear of sleep, for which I so desperately long.
Afraid to miss, the here and now.
Afraid to miss so many more chances.
Shifting in my chair trying to kill off boredom.
Sitting in this chair...
I rot.

[Apsalar]

@Orfantal You want to see more? Of my stuff?

K...here goes

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Blank Paper

What potential!
Doors are opening like petals.
I hold the sculptor’s tool in my hand.
With it I can mold a world.
I have the power to create life.
I am God!
I can see all things,
hear all things,
and know all things.
The world forms in my mind.
It is a true work of art.
I move to begin
And hesitate.
I am no artist.
There will be many mistakes.
Any world I create would be
Warped and ugly.
I cannot mold a world.
I can’t create life.
I am not God.
I can only stare at the emptiness
And wish I could fill it.

[Baverel]

oh i see another outbreak from you orfantal, i'll read it as soon as i get the time,right now sleeping beuty is rushed off her feet argh

[Baverel]

no, these are not my legs, lmao :lol

and no, i didn't hav a title in mind. i was studying biology and suddenly the first lnes sprang up in my mind. wrote them down n posted

wait...

[Baverel]

well, i did! in the first wpord to come to mind the worst rhymes and metaphores i ever managed to think of never again!!!! LMAO

but these were nice
first two pieces especially, and the last one, the rest i'm not too keen on, but you know the way i am

[Baverel]

http://www.d0k.f2s.c...eta%20-%2022%20(Raw).gif

you should remember this poem

p.s. better save it n view enlarged to c anything at all

[Baverel]

Well my muse can be a b...I mean can be quite unfaithful to me too This place had been kind of abandoned for a while and suddenly you're all coming back, whoosh

start producing the goods the wording! haha, well I hope this won't be empty promises

[Baverel]

swedish blondes?
u dunno what's good, aimless
nanite

[Orfantal]

Fraid not my little poppet just not been near the computer for a few days - try these:

My boy

He sits there, mini doppelganger,
absorbed in introspective concentration,
lost in imagination’s roller coaster ride,
thought ploughing furrows
across that cherub’s forehead.

Other times a bouncing ball of energy
powered by excitement and
the thrill of speed and action,
leaving a giggling trail echoing behind
as he ricochets around the garden.

He drifts from games and toys,
each a weapon of mass diversion,
an entrance to a realm of fantasy
that snares his wandering attention
for a brief but happy time.

Lost in a world of his own making,
yet capable with one shy glance
and simple guileless smile
of becoming the centre of mine.

My son, my boy
My heart, my joy


Act of Worship

The subtle taste of you anoints my tongue
like oil as I worship at your alter-ego,
the fount of all my carnal knowledge.
I bow to your burning bush,
a supplicant upon my knees.
I’ve wandered in your wilderness
for thirsty days and nights,
succumbing to temptation,
I mount upon your summons.
A humble penitent I enter your church,
immersed in the baptismal flood
of this most holy communion
and leave my offering in your altar.
With this my body I thee worship.

[Chaos]

quote:

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Originally posted by Baverel:
OK Tortured Soul, why're you so nice to me? I'm getting suspicious.

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well.. i'm YOUR LONG LOST BROTHER!!!! ....
nah, i'm just a nice bloke. your stuff is good and so i say so. no ulterior motives (apart from the one where i take over your soul )

quote:

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Originally posted by Baverel:

one guy here said my grasp of english is crap

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who said that? was it that drunken tramp under the bridge? i wouldnt listen to him, he also claims to be jesus christ reborn. and president bush in drag. at the same time.. nuff said really


and post some of my stuff.. *L* all you have to do is look earlier. but i was feeling semi inspired and so just started typing. hadnt got a clue what was gonna come out and now it has i dont understand what all of it means myself.. *L*
unfortunately i am in a rhyming day, which means its all crap *L*. i HATE rhyming.. but i just couldnt stop doing it. its YOUR FAULT really. so dont blame me when you wince! (no really, please dont! )



Distorted reflections catch the winter suns’ light,
Sharp gleaming edges that shine so bright,
A crystalline image so beautifully clear,
Of the grey garbed woman standing behind me and near.

A face wreathed in shadow,
Yet so much to show,
With blank soulless eyes,
Hiding fierce raging fires.

I see in your mind,
See visions so kind,
See horrors untold,
And memories sold.

A sudden searing flash,
The vision turns to ash,
And the mirror shatters,
But soon it wont matter.

You stand before me,
And your eyes can now see,
The fog has been lifted,
The curse has been gifted.

Your vision returned,
The favour was earned,
You look in my eyes,
And your smile make me cry.

Such resigned sorrow,
No care for tomorrow,
Your tears burn your cheeks,
In crimson red streaks.

I’m weeping too,
I’m weeping for you,
For you shouldn’t be sad,
What could be so bad?

As you smile at my tears,
And confirm my dark fears,
As your grief freezes time,
I see the fault to be mine.

For I am the Devil,
The hammer AND the anvil,
For that I can’t say,
How much I will pay.

But know as I burn,
How much I will yearn,
For the times we would say,
We were happy today.






oh and here is another i i ripped off my journal. i was in another rhyming mood.

Whisperings of the trapped one

Lean closer little one,
Let me whisper in your ear.
Don't hesitate,
For there is nothing here to fear.

I know what you are thinking,
And that you wonder why,
Every single night,
You break down and cry.

But its time for you to wake up,
And open up your eyes,
To see the new real world,
And to the old wave goodbye.

You've got to leave your cocoon,
You need the extra room,
And the sun to shine from high above,
It's time for you to bloom.

Feel the wind tug playfully,
As you stretch out cramped wings,
Welcoming you to its friendly embrace,
Bidding you to discover new things.

The world is a big place,
So much to see,
So much to enjoy,
When you become me.

For i am the trapped one,
Deep within your soul,
And i am here to tell you,
I am tired of this hole.

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These tears are not for me. Nor are they for you. They are for unsaid regrets and buried memories. It is for them that i weep.

[Chaos]

Been a while. Was looking through some files hidden away on my comp and found these. posting mainly to just try and get someone else to post on here. i still read through Mort's bit, the one i really liked/like. infact i might steal for my sig!
anyways, these are some old pieces.
NB - these are all spur of the moment writings (done in 5 mins or less generally) and have had no editing (as usual). So they may seem a bit crude in places. you dont like it, well pffft to you i tend to focus on imagery more than technical features.
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I killed a man last night,
Choked him till he died,
Wrapped my hands around his throat,
And shook him as I cried.

He looked at me with bulging eyes,
A gaze of purest pity,
As I took away all he loved,
He saw the truth, my verity.

He never really did struggle,
Just lay there down below,
As I watched his awareness fade,
Saw his soul pack up and go.

Then I saw the writing,
Sprayed upon the window,
A message meant for me,
A message he was meant to show.

I killed a man last night,
Choked him till he died,
That man died a stranger to me,
And to be honest, I don’t know why.

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Tortured thoughts of languished bliss,
Forlorn rememberance of the ones i miss,
Eternal silence in a bawdy room,
An unnerving peace in the settling gloom.

Resonating chords strike through the air,
Shimmering emotions for which i don't care,
Strive to destroy my very soul,
A demonic guest at the angels' ball.

Shattered mirror and broken chair,
Jammed window and torn out hair,
Thy will be done, the task complete,
The angels fall before my feet.

Alone again in the banquet hall,
No voices demanding i heed their call,
The crushing silence embraces me tight,
I find my peace in this broken night.

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Unknown words rattle through this head,
Lying here in my crumpled bed,
A hidden code i cannot crack,
Hidden face behind veil of black.

Restless nights and disturbing dreams,
The strain is tearing at the seams,
Eyes clenched tight with all my might,
Fighting to resist the darkest night.

Echoing screams through rocky gorge,
Lacking strength i could not forge,
I find myself once more awake,
Holding myself as i start to shake.

Crimson river floods its banks,
Cloaked torementor sings his thanks,
I clasp my hands so tight in prayer,
I pray for an end for this angelic slayer.

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A wry smile, a strengthened gaze, it's returning once more. Cos it's time..

[Fist Gamet]

I like that.

"Dem Bones."

KNIGHT OF HIGH HOUSE DEATH

[Chaos]

ah yes.. another one
just was sitting here and the first line of the poem just slipped into my head.. and i just started writing it. i really am not too keen on the ending.. no matter what it changed it didnt seem right. but its how i wrote the ending and so i just left it in.



I ran over a rabbit on the way back home,
A tired little cretin with an adorable fluffy tail.
Frozen in the searing beams of my headlights,
As my life flashed past my eyes.

Green fields filled with greener grass,
Lush delights sprouting all around,
A perfect sense of harmony,
In a green green world.

A compulsive midnight escapade,
A trip to that foxy temptress on the other side,
A sudden flash of angel fire,
And then that face.

A fleeting blurred image in the jaws of death,
A gaunt and inhuman contortion of emotions,
Distant yet so deeply familiar,
The joining of two torn halves.

Time slowed as we extended shaking hands to each other,
The longing for that healing touch,
To become what we had forgotten that we once were,
But it’s already too late.

Hurled to the ground by a savage push,
Abrasive touch of rough gravel on my back,
Hit by the beast carrying myself,
To lie lame by the roadside.

The blood washed over the windshield,
A shockingly large flood for one so small.
Shaking off a stupid superstitious shudder,
I wash the stains away and drive on home.

I didn’t stop because I knew he was dead,
Ignoring the longing mirage in my rear view mirror,
Of the rabbit stretching out a dirty white paw,
To the fading twin red lights on the back of my car.

I hit a rabbit on the way home last night,
A tired little cretin with an adorable fluffy tail.
I didn’t see that little rabbit ‘till it was dead,
I couldn't have seen him,
From within these tear quenched eyes.
I couldn’t see him..
I couldn’t..

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These tears are not for me. Nor are they for you. They are for unsaid regrets and buried memories. It is for them that i weep.

[Orfantal]

The Flame Within

The fire that burns within the soul is a mighty flame
that flickers fretfully at times buffeted by the bitter wind of a fickle and capricious fate
yet flares renewed with hope and phoenix-like vigour when fed with love as fuel
and can burn with endless steadfast strength that warms a heart for eternity

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Orfantal]

Exit

In the still nightime, man with head bowed,
whispering gently, crying out loud.
Tears trickle slowly from red-rimmed eyes,
staring unblinking, counting up lies.
Promises broken, tries to decide,
is it all over, can he still hide?
Is life worth keeping, is it too hard?
Was there a chance for one so ill-starred?
Steps onto a chair, tightens the noose.
No more pretending, time to cut loose.
Noone can find him, nothing to prove.
Bridges long since burned, makes his last move.
Kicking and struggling, will the end come?
Even surrender has to be won.
Grimacing anguish, face streaked with sweat,
eyes brim with remorse, and maybe regrets.
Climax approaches, moment of truth.
Bowels relaxing, death so uncouth.
Crux of a lifetime rendered sordid,
head limply lolling, muscles flaccid.
What was it made him abandon hope,
look for a future dangling from rope?
Is it so sinful, or is it right
to hope for escape, give up the fight?
Who will dare judge him? Who is to care?
Swinging corpse over a fallen chair.


Vision

Homologous, anonymous the city hives are full
of busy drones, homogenous, depersonalised and dull.
Utilised and cast aside, replaceable with ease.
Optimised, computerised, as faceless as the trees.

Anaesthetised, lobotomised, the media feeds the lies.
But compromised and pressurised it’s hard to open eyes.
The composite predicates the reason and the rule.
Corporate eradicates the individual cool.

Edifice of institution, but guided by the few,
stagnation of restitution, responsible to who?
Financial greed generates emotional brick wall.
Liquidity lubricates in ethical free-fall.

Misogynists, restricted lists, a clique controls the reigns.
Recalcitrant recidivists can demonstrate in vain.
Sway of wealth and privilege, club tie, handshake, good school.
Oligarchy’s heritage, discrimination’s tool.

Under duress, held back repressed, hardening of opinion.
Impossible to be suppressed, resenting this dominion.
Independence emergent, the worm is turning fast,
Individual resurgent but learning from the past.

Demonstration, confrontation, demagogues are employed.
Revolution, evolution, control is redeployed.
Cost is blood and sweat and tears, a toll of human life.
Violence lingering for years, a rule of bloody knife.

For history is mystery when lessons are not learned,
and mimicry of mastery is often what is earned
The wheel revolves, the race evolves with confidence that’s blind.
With new resolve that soon dissolves in ignorance of mind.

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"