I scarred the hell out of a bunch of ppl w/a poem I wrote...

dreaming neon darkspot

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Okay,I was w/this poetry club type of thing(sounds *hella* gay,I know)and they were reading this one very long poem that I submitted and...needless to say,they were scared.I'll share some of their comments after I type in the poem(which I,more likely than not,I will get flamed for)
Flames and Shadows
Into the darkest part of the forest,
The time that I've been waiting so long for is finally here.
The moon is at its zenith;
Shadows of faraway flames flicker
Through the crisp dead leaves,
Still clinging to blcak tree limbs
Looming overhead.
Hypnotizing me,lulling me to sleep,
As if to tell me that the task I set out to do
Is not worth the trouble;
Should not be done.
But I urge myself forward;groping through the darkness
As if I was blind
Finding nothing until my hand rested
Upon the cold marble headstone.
I trembled;
The part of me,lost so long ago,
Rests below my feet and the frost.
Buried with him in his coffin,
Dead and gone for years.
Still trembling,I retrieve the needle
From black folds of cloth.
I scratch my skin and let the blood
Soak into the dirt of his grave.
The ground shudders and becomes warm
Beneath my kneeled body.
He is awakened by my offer.
The earth will relinquish his soul
To me until sunrise.
A great roar comes from the land;
I am mesmerized and frozen in awe
As I watch my beloved ascend
From his grave in an other-worldly form,
A ghost.
He takes my hand,his touch
Chilling me to my core.
He embraces me,his frigid lips
On my neck.
We dance to a nocturnal symphony
Under the slowly fading moon.
Nothing else in the world
Could be as sweet as this.
The moon's final silver beams
Bid us farewell
As the golden sun begins to rise.
The rays touch us and he screams
A ghostly morbid scream,
As if burned by fire.
I watch the tears flow from his face
As he melts away,back inot
The soil.
So this means I must say good-bye
Again,I ask him.
He tells me,for now the answer is yes.
But we will be together forever
Soon enough.
He is gone all too quickly
And I can no longer taste
His icy kiss,now there are only
My bitter tears left.
And the shadows of the flames
still flicker off in the distance...
~darkspot~
 
I like the poem, Darkspot...
But to me, the offer you've made with your blood..
took away the tension i was reading it with..
came back later on in the poem, though.

xxx Iris xxx
 
The whole blood-offering thing was what freaked a lot of ppl out,though.Like one guy made a comment about how the poem involves a "Satanic ritual and necrophelia.",which I found very amusing.A lot of them found the whole thing really morbid and graphic and scary.Their biggest complaint was that it should've been in story form instead of a poem.
 
very good, darkspot!

i wrote a hort one for our little club thingy on tuesday. it is very similar to yours, i think, but not as long. and this is from memorey, but i will do the best i can. . .


*ahem*




TIMELESSNESS

A thousand years
will I be near
to the night
when I steal the light
that creeps in from
the cracks in the crooks
and the rook calls my name
and the caul on my face
and the bracelet of lace
she wore on her neck
is the sign of a sect
of ungodly wares
in the lairs of beasts
yet do I fear in the least
her hand in mine,
when I forget the time
I will spend
and the tears it will rend
in a thousand years
oh yes, do I fear!
those years of Plutonian night.
 
i don't mean that it freaked me out, not at all but the offer didn't had to be blood for me..
it could have been tears..ok those hurt too but atleast you didn't had to cut yourself.. but i understand, it's YOUR offer...
can't understand why they argue with you on that.
They could have tried to show you some empathy .... :s

xxx Iris xxx
 
I think BWD's poem is better than mine...better word-age:D
Actually,Iris,the idea of it being tears falling into the earth instead of blood...wow,that's a good one.Shit,now I want to change the damn poem.Oh well,that one was done a long time ago,so there's no use changing it now.But that provided me /w a great idea,thanks Iris!:)
Alos,there was some concearn among them about the needle part.Like needle=heroin,though that makes no sense whatsoever in the context of the poem.But another guy there said that it could mean the woman(narrator) shot up on heroin and then was hallucinating the whole thing w/the ghost,which gives me yet another idea for a story or poem...
 
Good, get inspired!
And please don't change the poem...
you wrote it like you felt it then...
It's the same with painters, some of them just can't leave a painting alone!!
One of my friends is a very good artist and he paints a lot of wonderfull stuff.
Once, he made a wonderfull painting with a lot of blue in it..i really loved it! It was an inviting image to me, the painting "asked" a lot...
and he didn't liked that at all..so he changed it.
The first time i saw it after he'd changed it..i cried, he really fucked it up. So don't change it, it's yours and you'll get enough other inspiring moments, where you will write what you wanted to change about this one..and you'll see...it'll be even better ;)

xxx Iris xxx
 
I rarely,if ever change anything in a story or poem of mine after I'm done writing it;unless it's a spelling error or a character's name.If it's a more lenghty story,I'm just so glad that I finished it that I hardly ever go back over it for a day or so after I finish it.Those longer ones totally drain me,especially if I had to work thru a part of it that I was just struggling with.But I may write a poem or story using the above-mentioned ideas.As you can tell,pretty much the whole poem is a blatant rip-off of various Type O Negative and Cradle of Filth lyrics and things.
 
Good shit...try experimenting with line breaks. Combining or splitting a line can really change the structure of a poem.

As long as people are posting poems, here's one I wrote for our weekly poetry workshop after seeing Trainspotting and getting inadvertanently ditched by some friends after the movie. There are much better writers in my class, but I think this is one of the better things I've written...and there's a couple Nevermore lines in there. All my poems have metal references.

Confessions Of An Angst Junkie


Cook up, tie off, draw in, stick through
Self-reliance and self-pity make a vile stew
A needle of angst
A night gone to waste
And another neon black dream of you

Step outside to feel the night air
Scream at the twinklings and strip my soul bare
My drug of choice
Is that dark little voice
Whispering “You’re nothing, nobody cares”

Six people, five seats, life’s metaphor
Mark it up to fate and shrug off once more
Rationalize
Until the pain dies
And I’m left with the scars of my personal war

I’ve got my excuse to be all depressed
To act like a martyr, feel I am less
Than any other fool
Who finds his fate cruel
But not pain enough to be laid to rest

These words, those phrases, this emotion, that thought
My gift to the party, this skag that I brought
And it’s no idle boast
No mere drug comes close
To this serving of soul suicide that I’ve wrought

Thousands of words that I’ve sealed up inside
Thousands of thoughts far too easy to hide
And when you draw near
All my words disappear
So I casually smile, and with one twitch I lied

Dead heart, dead world, dead soul again
The corpse stumbles slower, close to the end
Bleeding Times size fourteen
Drip hate onto my screen
And Cliff Burton’s bass is this me’s only friend

All of this pathos and whimpering bullshit
I’ll overdose on it if I don’t quit
I make up my mind
To tell you this time
And promise myself “This will be my last hit”

-Reuben Poling

If anyone wants to see more, let me know.
 
Originally posted by Iris
And please don't change the poem...
you wrote it like you felt it then...
So don't change it, it's yours and you'll get enough other inspiring moments, where you will write what you wanted to change about this one..and you'll see...it'll be even better ;)

couldn't agree more. art should not created for an "audience", it should be true expression BY an individual FOR an individual. oh great, now i am starting to sound like a severely-condensed ayn rand. . . :eek:
 
ha! ayn rand .. what a crazy woman

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Very good poem dnd. I think that it is also very good when you can freak people out with something like that. I don't see how it could freak anybody out, it's just creative. I'm working on a play at the moment. I'm on Act 1:Scene 2 at the moment. There will probably be about 4 acts. Isn't writing fun.