[Baverel]

oh, nice to see somebody here after all this time, heh, sorry, I fell asleep for some time it seems...amazing such an abandoned and forlorn place coming back to life...heh.

Still is the air
As silence descends
Upon the gray stone streets
Escape is the way
To the eastern gate
That we shall not walk of fear.

something to feed on, cuddly pups

The circle of life is the circle of death.

[Chaos]

quote:

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Originally posted by Mort:
Soul - that is all good writing - not a fan of rhyme myself but they seemed to work pretty well... very emotive!

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haha you must be drunk! which is a co-incidence.. cos i am too right now

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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]

More babblings. poorly written, no rhyme scheme etc but needed to type.



Crouching in my own dank hole,
I watch you rock in yours,
Huddling tight against the cold of the night,
Fighting the shivers,
With all of your soul.

The tear down my cheek mirrors yours,
A perfectly symmetrical dance,
A gliding tribute of sorrow,
Silent and deadly,
Purging the septic wounds below.

I wince as you do,
This salty remedy stings so much,
And i feel my own scream building within,
As yours rips through the night's air,
Shaking the earth to its very roots.

Rocking myself in this dark hole,
There is nothing i can do for you,
But hold on tight to this faith,
That everything will be ok,
And that you will survive.

You don't know i crouch here,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Watching and Hoping,
That you will be okay.

You must,
You will,
For otherwise why are we here?
If the good won't be triumphant,
If the shadows are going to win,
Then what is the point of the battle?

No, you will survive,
You always do,
You are stronger than you realise,
And on this i pin my hopes,
And so my faith remains true.

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Slit my throat.. and watch me bleed. watch me die and smile for me.

[Baverel]

great rythm, great content
add the march music n it'll bring shivers down ur back
i'm impressed

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I think I know what you will do.
I think you will turn away and go.

[Orfantal]

@ Chaos - cheers, I liked yours too, nice and evocative, particularly the one about killing stars, great imagery. I used to write a lot when I was younger, but it was all depressing angst driven stuff and I didn't keep it. Haven't written anything new for ages but am feeling a little inspired so may well give it a go. In the meantime here's a couple of soppy ones, tnhe inspiration should be obvious.

Wife

There is a lady I adore
who's life I share in sweet rapport.
Her hair is golden soft and flowing,
eyes beguiling, blue and knowing,
shining bright with inner fire,
engulf me with burning desire.
My heart she holds within her hand,
Her smile she knows I can't withstand.
My dreams she fills with love so strong,
to feel her in my arms I long.
To touch and hold her I demand,
her mouth and lips the promised land.
the nectar taste of every kiss
searing my soul with raptured bliss
This lady that I call my wife
I love her more than my own life


A Daughter’s Kiss

A daughter’s kiss, the greatest gift.
Her ready smile my heart uplifts.
A perfect love none can destroy
Her total trust the greatest joy.
Her innocent beautiful face,
her gentle touch and warm embrace.
The love she shares, that sweetest kiss
Will give a man his greatest bliss

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Orfantal]

Haven't put anything here in a long time so here's something new.

Whose is the voice that cries to you
when no one else can hear
and pours its scorn on all your dreams
replacing them with fear.
Whose is the grip that pulls you back
with cold and clammy claws,
whose weight a millstone round your neck
that always gives you pause.
Whose are the doubts that panic you
and send your heart a flutter
to make your tongue a leaden weight
that now can only stutter.
Whose are the eyes that burn your back
seeking out an error,
critical and ever prying,
filling you with terror.
Whose are the hands that castigate,
and beat upon your breast
and pinch and pry and punish you
and never give you rest.
Whose is the heart that judges you
and each and every act
with a moral certainty
that you so clearly lack..
Who is this enemy of yours
that you can never see,
chains you in doubt and apathy
and never lets you free

Hope someone likes it

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Orfantal]

Cheers Bav

I definately imagine a marching band in the background but I felt it went off the boil a bit.

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Orfantal]

Two new ones in a slightly different vein - a bit more subtle.

Hermit Crab

I scuttle across the ocean’s bed
accreting detritus
a welter of experience
in calciferous waves
sometimes
drawn by currents I can barely sense
I seek the shelter
of a kindred soul
and make of it my home

Brief Encounter

Each day
my feline lodger visits
most times a brief encounter
a fleeting touch
between two mirrored pools of
welcome solitude
whose torpid depths are
rippled by this single comfort

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Fist Gamet]

Whooooosh...

Well I know something just went over my head. I think I will leave this thread alone, tell it to go and sit in the corner and think about what it has done. Bad thread!

KNIGHT OF HIGH HOUSE DEATH

[Baverel]

orfantal, you seem to have a knack for...never mind, most opf you pl do...

dammit, why would you write a poem like this???

The circle of life is the circle of death.

[Chaos]

@ orf - wow.. you are good. and you can write depressive and happy poetry! *L* now there is something i would love to be able to do

Just before i came online had the sudden urge to write something due to.. well something *L*
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Haunting melodies ressurect ghostly memories,
Translucent images blurred behind a veil of ice.
A heated rememberance of the deceased,
Melts the cold veil from behind these windows.

Bladed green chutes push through frozen earth,
As the melted ice of spring begins to flow,
Birds chirp and playing children scream,
And whispering spirits regrow.

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"… Lost in a shadowy portal between two lights;
A place where bladed pain runs throughout all delights.
My soul is lost in the blissful, melancholy moment,
Wanting no fulfilment - just an everlasting instant …" - Mort

It's time..

[Chaos]

[QUOTE]

… Lost in a shadowy portal between two lights;
A place where bladed pain runs throughout all delights.
My soul is lost in the blissful, melancholy moment,
Wanting no fulfilment - just an everlasting instant …

[QUOTE]

i dont know why.. but i really like that bit.. it moved me. *thumbs up* well done mort. not often i actually care for others works as much as that one.
you may indeed have inspired me to write some more stuff, but this time actually reread and edit it before i post it *L*

@Bav - not even if i say pretty please? *bats his eyelashes and pouts*
(*L* that has GOT to work. i mean what woman could resist that? )
go on! we wont laugh. (unless its meant to be a funny poem *L* )

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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]

Yet another :

The liquid of my life drips slowly now
meandering it’s lazy languid path
across skin as white as alabaster
to reach the welling gelid pool
that grows around me inexorably
a tide that bears my ebbing life away

Far quicker was the earlier flood
that burst from fleshy bonds
a bright and crimson hue
that frothed and bubbled its uncharted way
before the passing of my time
reduced it to a trickle

And so my eyes are fixed
and frozen for eternity
the pulsing beat that once had echoed
slips away a silent gasp
as the last hesitant drop of life
pauses on its way and congeals



By the way is anyone actually reading these?

Never mind I'm enjoying myself - very cathartic.

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Chaos]

quote:

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Originally posted by Pearl:
@soul- very good

'Life is just a dream on the way to death....but we've all got to wake up sometime'

Magi of High House Shadow.

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*L* just read through it again and winced. it is bad poetry in places.. but it has meanings that are deeply emotional for me so i suppose it is more effective upon me. but thanks

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Slit my throat.. and watch me bleed. watch me die and smile for me.