Poetry

[ahhreggi]

A child died today,
and the whole world came to see.
Tuning in from coast to coast,
glued to their TV.
Microphones and cameras,
shoving in for the best bite.
But I, standing on the outside,
felt it wasn't right.
Dignitiy is what was missing,
as the media scrambled around.
Compassion never had a chance,
upong that killing ground.
A child died today,
and madness reigned free.
How do I know you ask?
You see, that child was me.

[CtR]

I have seen that poem online before, it was written after the school shootings in Columbia wasn't it? It is a beautiful poem, and makes a point that can't be missed, the idea of the world watching as another tragic event occurs (:

Anywayz, this is kinda crap, I wrote it ages ago, lately I have no inspiration -__- uhm I would really majorly appreciate some C&C on this if possible D: I really don't think it is one of my better ones.

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Anger takes hold burning brightly
I close my eyes and all I can see is that look
That look on your face
That amused smile
because you knew you had won

How many more will you take?
How many more will I lose?
I hold my own life in my hands
But I can feel you pulling at the edges
Dragging me down
Down into despair as I watch them fall

They all fall down
One by one
All your puppets
All your toys
You hold the strings
In this twisted game
I tell myself it's all a dream
That none of this is real
You CAN'T hurt me
Not anymore

But the game doesnt stop
And you keep on taking
I have nothing left to give
Nothing left for you to take
Are you happy now?
Are you happy?
I have nothing left to lose

So now I raise my head
And I laugh at the sky
You were stupid to take it all
Now I have nothing left to lose
Realisation hits like a blade
Now I am the one who holds the cards
The cards in this twisted game of fate
You can't hurt me anymore.

[Chosen Again]

Tears Run Black

Your pillow stains
A thousands sorrows
You pray to God
There's no tommorow

The sun will rise
And tears will fall
To your suprise
Live through it all
And cry the tears
That make you bleed
And think the thoughts
That made you leave
You know that you
Can't carry on
And one by one
Your days are gone

Your childhood is
a bloody mess
Pick up yourself
And leave the rest
To cry and wake
To smile and sleep
Hurt those that laugh
Love those that weep

[luminitrium]

It is Really Untitled~Force

This endless abyss,
With infinity blue coloring,
Is surely fit…for those who are lay to rest,
But surely, it is for those whose journey’s have ended.

My journey…I do not want it to end.
My journey…has just begun.
I have made my voyage,
Across this endless sea,
The endless sea which presents itself as a reality,
Of which was not real.

Has my journey ended?

But if it has, why have I been given such weapons of destruction?
Why have I not chased down…what I have been destined to kill?
Why has he eluded me at the last second?
When will he stop running away?
Be not a coward.
And face death.

I hear it,
The reiteration of that story.
Yes, that story—which has been told,
No matter how many years have passed,
No matter how many individuals have wasted away,
No matter how many times everyone tries to deviate from Fate.

Destiny and Fate,
Many think it is the same thing,
Many think it is death,
Many think it is an abomination which constricts them to mortality.
However, it is just how you make it;
Though one is tied to the inevitable outcome of their life,
What and how exactly that outcome happens depends on their actions.

I, however cannot say what exactly Destiny and Fate are,
But I…really and truly do not care about Fate,
Neither do I care about Destiny,
But you can always change your Destiny.
Nothing is pre-determined.
Even if you see into the future (seer),
You can never really say for sure,
If the future alters,
From action.

Through these eyes,
Through this broadsword,
Through this life,
I have seen,
There has been no change,
In humanity’s tale of never-ending corruption.
Everyone has corruption,
Everyone knows that they have lied at least once in their lifetime.

The ruins I walk through,
The collapsed pillars of which have been deteriorating to dust,
The flash of a cape,
The flash of a sword,
The sound of a step.

Running again, are you?

Can you run away from your destiny?

You turn around and grin,
Surely enough one that is mocking enough,
To make the grip of my right hand tighten on the handle of my broadsword,
The foolishness of your existence dispels all calm,
Turns calm peace into chaotic terror,
And surely enough there is no doubt,
In those contaminated eyes,
You think this is a game.

As the sky turns from light to dark,
From dark to light to grey,
As the canvas is drained of its color,
From rainbow to a blank nothingness,
My journey continues,
And it won’t stop,
Until I kill him.

[Divine Light]

as I watch the tide.
I think of those who died.
have I been left behind
as tear's fill my eyes
I begin to cry
and remember my friends that died
on that fateful night
there were many ships
I got lost in the bloody bliss
and when my eyes were opened
all of them were gone
they had all pasted on
and now I wonder
what am I too do?
I am completely lost
without you.

[Ð]

Heh, wrote this a few days ago. I've never really shared any of my poetry. They're usually something I keep to myself. No idea why I'm sharing this at all. No matter.

Oh, there are some spelling mistakes. I didn't bother correcting them. It's really late.

Oh, this is some of my darker stuff. So if you're not mature enough to appreciate this... Well, good for you. Go enjoy your dull little life. Come back when you've grown up a bit, mkay?

Have you ever had that dream?

"Indeed."

The one where you dream of your own funeral?
Do you dream of an empty ceremony? Nothing?

"I see."

Not a thing moves.

"Mhm."

Just the the single man, who stands, giving a long winded speach. Why?
Speaking to no one in particular. Who is this person talking to? And why?

"Interesting."

But wait. You see. You see.

"I'm listening."

There's someone. The person speaking asks him to say a few words. For the deceased.
He stands. And moves to the center, shuffling along slowly. He Doesn't want to admit.

"Go on."

He steps into the spotlight...

"What... ?"

______

I wake.

The room is cold. The only thing that moves is the odd shadow.

Just the cat.

It's cold. You get up, preparing yourself for the day.

Alone.

Soon, with a sigh, you step out the door.

"Have a good day."
______

Oh wonder oh wonder. That's all you do.

"Who?"

Wonder wonder wonder. I wonder who.

"Tell me."

But no, no, no. You wouldn't know.

"I demand it!"

YOU WOULDN'T KNOW.

--- YOU DREAM ---
THAT PERSON.
--- HE SPEAKS ---
THAT PERSON SPEAKS OF YOU.
--- THAT ONE PERSON ---
SPEAKS OF YOU. TELLS ABOUT THE THINGS.
--- WHO IS HE ---
THE THINGS YOU DID TO MAKE THAT PERSON'S LIFE BETTER.
--- THAT PERSON MISSES YOU ---
YOU CHANGED THAT PERSON'S LIFE. MADE IT FOR THE BETTER.
--- CHERISH IT ---
THAT PERSON SPEAKS OF THE FRIENDSHIP YOU SHARED. THE UNBREAKABLE BOND YOU HAD.
--- Am I gone? ---

__________________________________________________ _______________________________

You wake up again. Your mind is racked with questions.

WHO IS THAT PERSON?

WILL HE BE THERE?

WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DO?

You lay in bed. These thoughts keep you still.

WHY DO I SEE THAT PERSON?

WHAT DOES IT MEAN.

IS HE TRUTHFUL?

Your thoughts drag on. Eventually. You sleep.
__________________________________________________ _______________________________

You are a tool for other people. To be discarded once you're of no use.
They pretend to befriend you. To care. You're not sure how to react to it.
You smile, happy that someone is willing to lend an ear. Happy for a friend.

You oepn your heart to them, oblivious to the fact that.

THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND.

YOUR.

PAIN.
SUFFERING.
JOY.
SORROW.
ANGER.
HATERED.
YOUR MADNESS.

THEY.

DON'T UNDERSTAND.

They look at you. They smile, saying that you don't have to worry. They are there.

You see them one day.

You try to say hello. They turn and nod their head. Then they look back away.
You ask them how they are. They didn't hear you. You say again. They didn't hear.
You wonder, wonder, wonder. Why is it that they not reply? Is it that you are far away?

OH, THAT'S RIGHT. YOU WERE DISCARDED.

You decide. That it's not your fault. They're just too busy to give you a reply.
You smile, going on with your day. You'll be able to talk to them when they're able.
You go home, and sit there, wishing that the next day would come, so you could talk.

THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND

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You wonder how long it will take.

When would you find this person?

This person who understood?

This person who would not judge

This person who would not throw you away?

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WHERE ARE YOU?
CUT YOU WAY THROUGH THE CROWDS!

HOW WILL I FIND YOU?
THOSE EYES. THEY STARE. CUT THEM DOWN.

WHERE WILL YOU BE?
THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND, MAKE THEM DROWN.

"It's not good to keep it all on the inside."

WILL WE ALWAYS BE THERE?
THERE CHILDREN. STOP THEIR COMING.

WILL YOU ALWAYS LISTEN?
CLEAN THEIR FILTH. THEY'RE NOT WORTHY.

WILL YOU GIVE ME JOY?
LET THEIR BODIES BURN. LET THEM BURN.

WILL YOU KEEP ME SANE?
LET THEIR BLOOD RUN.

LET THEIR BODIES ROT.

THEY HURT YOU.
THEY HURT ME.

"It's not good to keep it all on the inside."







I wake.

The room is cold. The only thing that moves is the odd shadow.

Just the cat.

It's cold. You get up, preparing yourself for the day.

Alone.

Soon, with a sigh, you step out the door.

"Have a good day."



FREE ME OF THIS PRISON.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.

I WANT TO KNOW ALL THEIR IS.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.

I WANT TO SEE THIS PERSON.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.
LET ME SEE.

FREE ME OF THIS PRISON.
THIS PRISON OF FLESH AND BONE.
THIS PRISON THAT KEEPS ME CONTAINED.

CONTROLLED.

NO. DEATH IS FOR THE WEAK.

THE STRONG MUST SURVIVE.

LIKE A SERF, LEAVING IS THE WORST CRIME.

SURVIVE.

HOW ARE YOU?!
HOW ARE YOU?!
HOW ARE YOU?!

[Darkness Princess]

D... I love your stuff.
Its so dark and not like the stuff I normally read.
<3

[Roxi-chan]

I'm such a poetry fan.

I don't think my stuff is that great, but my friends seem to like it, may you will too.

Dying on the inside
Living on the out
Even though I'm smiling
I really want to shout
Invisible tears are flowing
Unseen to all around
These silent sobs are choaking
Though my laughter floats about
Screaming on the inside
Laughing on the out
Can't you see I'm dying
Through this playful pout

Umm...that's it...I have more...if anyone is interested, that is.

[Ecstasy]

D, your stuff reminds me of a cross between e.e. cummings and Bukowski. Which is pretty neat-o.

[Ð]

Originally Posted by Darkness Princess

D... I love your stuff.
Its so dark and not like the stuff I normally read.
<3

Why thanks. :3

Originally Posted by baka ushi

D, your stuff reminds me of a cross between e.e. cummings and Bukowski. Which is pretty neat-o.

Hm. Never really thought of that. That is pretty neat-o.

Thanks. xD

[Fonzo]

i'm kinda new so don't expect me to be good, but this is off the top of my head and i used it on the what do you think is going to happen after you die thread
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I would like to meet with my maker
And see that earth from above
To be with my loved ones who have passed on
And to be in the divine light
To walk and not grow weary
To praise and not be tired
To explore the vast of stars
And to make a joyful noise
To trade my evil ways for everlasting life
And to trade my sorrow for his love
This is my dream and hopes
For what will happen to me
And i know cannot get there alone
But with the help of THE DIVINE ALMIGHTY

[~Life~]

I wrote a sad one....

Any place but here

A cut a scream a bruise a yelp
I can't do anything no one can help
A mark a cut some blood all the same
I cannot describe such searing pain
I run he grabs I fall he won
What you see isn't half of what he has done
I scream and cower as the huge hand draws near
My favorite place is any place but here

[Sorrow]

^You should use some commas. Other than that, it's good.

This poem is about mankind. I don't usually write about that stuff, but here it is anyway.

Man

It started as a desolate land
Crafted by God’s clever hand
Veiled it was in flames and stone
And plains where only the wind moan

The moons gladly soared past
Knowing the empty land could not last
Joyous colors were gradually born
Through the terrain of fire they had torn

The world became a blissful place
Well suited for the doomed human race
From nothingness they would crawl
Unaware of their steady fall

The nights were brighter with pride
With joy the skies had cried
Mankind wrote a wondrous tale
But light leaves darkness in its trail

The moons once again flew in shock
The stench of death tainting dirt and rock
Screams, shouts, and silent curses
Within the shadows light immerses

War’s shell was hard to crack
The desire to do so did they lack
White to grey, green to red
Into the abyss humanity was led

It ended as a desolate land
Crafted by God’s clever hand
Veiled it was in flames and stone
And plains where only the wind moan

[Mr Despair]

My poems usually morph from a simple thought to a whole story, long stories...took me a while to write this one. If you're easily religiously offended, I advice not to read. This is not my outlook in religion, I just wanted to experiment with the forbidden one might say. there are modifications I made to it, but I lost them, so yeah. Tweaks are needed in it.
It's...long, did I say that before?

Crimson Feathers

I travel the waste land in search,
Not for fortunes or treasure,
I collect feathers,
From decaying corpses,
Of betrayed angels

I stumble upon an angel, a little girl,
It wasn’t long before she had fallen,
A scene able to break the strongest of men,
She still had some color in her skin,
And the remains of a broken wing,
I decided to just walk away

I can visualize how He killed her,
How He ripped out her wing,
And from Heaven tossed her body,
I can only wonder how deep His sin might have been,
For Him to sow it with His own creation, men,
With a wretched irony,
Our Savior became our worst enemy,
The one we asked for atonement,
Asks for atonement himself

Suddenly a black gap rips the sky,
Screeches of death and pain escape that land,
Immobilized by the cries, I collapse where I stand,
Something falls from the hole,
Hitting the floor like a heavy sack of coal,
Another body in the name of righteousness,
More like a cold blooded murder

From the distance I can see the body,
In a morbid way I got lucky,
This time I’m sure there will be feathers,
As I approach it I freeze,
Her face…she’s my sister,
I loose my balance with ease,
Her body all dismembered, I focus on her face,
I’d with this wasn’t the last image I want to remember
But that’s just not the case,
I land on my knees and cover my eyes,
Everything but the motion of my tears dies

What a sick joke,
He wants me to give in,
To throw away what’s left of hope,
Him being the Creator doesn’t makes it less a sin,
But makes him more of a coward and betrayer,
So much for his selfish crusifiction,
A tale lacking more truth than fiction,
I crawl closer to my sister and as for her forgiveness,
I begin to pluck her blood stained feathers

Still not satisfied, I continue to make my way,
With my heart entering a state of decay,
I lift my eyes to see a hill, high ground,
As I made my way up, I began to feel ill,
An unwelcome stench entered my mouth
I reached the top, I couldn’t believe what I found
A cemetery stretching beyond the horizon,
A cemetery with bodies left unburied
Crying was my first reaction,
But my emotions had already dried,
So I couldn’t cry even if I tried

With one hand I cover my mouth and nose,
Only taking necessary breaths in a small dose,
I step into the field of rotten flesh,
Into the land of the lost and dead,
Stopping only to harvest feathers,
That are buried beneath my feet,
Before I knew it,
The Sun and horizon were about to meet,
I decided to rest under a lifeless tree,
Preparing myself to go to sleep

Just before my eyes seal shut,
I see blue florescent light,
Ripping through the corpses,
As they made their way up,
All of their devotion, sacrifice and faith,
Was still looked down upon with a pitiful stare,
What by day was a field of death,
By night was a scenery of despair,
Just before touched the Heaven’s
The lights began do grow black,
As they began to take shapes, one of ravens,
Before making one cry and falling down back,
As beautiful or cruel as this might have been,
This was never intended,
To be witnessed by the eye of men

I wake up feeling nauseous,
The pestilence of decomposed bodies
Swallow my breath,
The putrid smell of Death,
I vomit and hope this will cleanse my body,
I wipe the remains with my hand,
Though not completely healed, I force myself to stand
The Sun has heated their flesh,
And the heated flesh brings a swarm of flies,
I cover my mouth and close my eyes,
Before I faint or sanity dies

Regardless of future puking warnings,
I resume the collection of feathers,
“I’ll avenge you, you and you”
With a grin I whisper to each victim,
Expecting for their answers to be “Please do”
I notice I’ve caught the crazy symptom,,
So I shut myself and think things through,
By the time I convinced myself I wasn’t insane,
The bag was already full,
For a moment my heart was free of pain,
And my soul began to refuel, to renew,
My treasure hunt was over,
Nothing else to pursue

I fall on my knees and begin to sow,
I repeat to myself “These are my wings”
My proof of hope to him I’ll show,
The assemblence of them took me hours,
But at last they were complete,
A thrill of joy and fear shook my feet,
They were indeed,
The biggest and most beautiful wings ever seen

I grabbed them with both hands,
And placed them on my back,
I felt something crawling then stinging,
My body was under attack,
I grasped the wings, trying to pull them out,
But they were attached,
Feather had hatched,
Overwhelming pain took over making me pass out

I wake up with an aching pain,
What foul parasite had I obtained,
I reach my back with hesitation,
This was the moment of truth, of revelation,
I felt feathers, my feathers,
To both wings I had given birth,
I felt they could cover the skies,
And embrace the earth,
I spread them wide,
Showing Him I had nothing to hide,
I turn my head in disbelief,
“I was no angel”, I screamed in grief.
Blasphemy manipulated my tongue,
And rage controlled my body,
Screaming bursted out a lung,
As I begged an explanation from nobody
I am an abomination, a monster, and inbred,,
The feathers shined blood red

For the first time I loose faith in my mission,
But most importantly in myself,
Doubt and confusion have me under submission,
Disappointment slits my throat,
My back begins to feel moist, growing wet,
The punishment for the lack of faith are set,
My feathers begin to dissolve,
My wings are melting away,
I look at their beautiful bodies, justice left unsolved,
Then I look at my body, not the same, not like them,
I notice I’m kneeling on a pool of blood,
My accomplishment almost completely gone,
I realize this was his plan from the start,
I had given myself my sentence, that’s what I had done,
As my body slowly grows weary , giving up on me,
And my eyes heavy, allowing me only to see,
That my destiny was already written, I was not to win,
I hear His laughter… carried in the wind



Angels are born only to slowly die,
I dreamed of the day I could fly,
And to finally be able to quench,
This thirst of my own justice, revenge,
But who’s to judge what’s wrong or right,
What you call day I call night,
What you call love I call hate,
What you call Hell I call fate,
And when you call for salvation…I’ll say it’s too late