Poetry

[Wanderingblade]

SilentJohan: I like

Anyway, heres something I wrote a while back...

Community of One

Welcome weary wanderer,
You have travelled far to be here,
Come, welcome to my community

This is the city of my mind,
The home of my brotherhood

This is the city of the community,
View the arching spires with awe
and weep at the beauty,
of buildings stretching into eternity

Made from the ephemeral strains,
of reality,
Fleeting and ghostlike these structures
drift endlessly

Come, welcome to the city...

... and witness the marring of perfection...

Beneath the gossamer
arches of insanity
Lies jagged buildings,
Wrecked and ruined

Twin gods warred,
their blows a scar
on these houses,
Now monuments
To a Mad God's Rage

Deprived of their homes,
The community has fled,
Only the shimmering strands
of false hope remembers them

A city stood to house them,
most beautiful in creation.
It stands desolated,
Except for me.

There is no brotherhood now,
Only one; a community,
Embraced by silence

The shadows of my imagination,
Hide the ruin's truth
Alone but for my solitude,
A community of one
Rails against the world

So flee, flee from a world
That is beyond comprehension
To you
Recoil as you will, I need you not
There is friendship in this community
Of One.

Hands up anyone who thinks they can name my influences...

 

[Silentjohan]

I like your one too wandering

here's another one I wrote a couple of nights ago:

The well of my weeping

…And the sun hits my hidden face once again
Walls circled around me since …I don’t know when
Each and every day I prey for rain to fall upon me
To smother the flame that’s bestowed upon thee.

I’ve carved your portrait in the heart of a stone
To give me some comfort, to not feel alone
But alas, it fails to give me security
I must get up…away from this obscurity

I wish I could grasp those floating clouds
To be blessed with mutual feelings like ever-growing grass
That has been cast in the same mould
As the mere reflection of my heart through a looking-glass

I silently climb alongside the brick wall
I promise myself to neither look down nor fall
My body is weary and my hands are cold as ice
A sudden slip and I am falling to my demise

Down here again as the haunting thoughts have told me
Every time I rise I’ll pushed to the ground as always
Am I the one providing the silent gravitation?
With a decrescent moon I share my lamentation



cheers!

 

[Wanderingblade]

Good, but not as good as the last one - I don't particularly like the structure on this one.

 

[Wanderingblade]

Vault of Heaven

The skies stretch out,
Nature's grandeur
Displayed for all to see

The grand hall of the world,
In radiant emerald glory
Reflected by the ceiling
The Vault of Heaven

Made by great lords,
Here the people of the world
Heard the proclaimation:
We are power, this is grandeur

Deserted to logic,
Look up and soar
The wild grants freedom

... that was ages ago...

Only change is eternal
The world warps,
The mind changes

Where freedom was,
Only greed remains

How the aching sky reminds me,
Of solitary freedom that once was
Sharp as blades, it tears my mind

Who owns the sky tonight?
Spin the gold out of the horizion
Fill the Vault of Heaven

Sold our freedom,
Brought your lives,
Mere statistics
In the vault

Can money fill
The melancholic gap
Left by lack of perfection
In the heavens?
What can match,
The freedom of soul
Except the pure
loneliness I now feel?

Nothing; the match between
Vault and vault
Shames us all,
But the thunder in the
Vault of Heaven
Deafens our souls

 

[Silentjohan]

great wandering!

here's one that has been alive for a couple months:

All bliss pines

Faces revealed; naked and sore
Those bitter scars will take no more
So where is the key to the door?
The door to our within…our only pure core

All bliss pines
Anguish divine
I swoon away
Into my decay

This nocturnal life reflects my heart
Slowly all the delight did vanish
All that we shared fell apart
With the stars above me I perish…

There is no solace in these tears
This quotidian nightmare evolves my fears
“Here we are all, by day; by night we’re hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world”

Breaking through me…a feeling of perplexity
Beyond my limen needles shriek for thee
No exits are available in this claustrophobic cage
But can I leave you and turn the page?

Fear frames my weary eyelids
A pale canvas collecting colours of emptiness
I weep for my barriers of pride have broken
The dreary image of my within will now evoke

Stars disarray
Celestial signs
Not meant for me
All bliss pines



cheers!

 

[Samarkol]

Call the Uprooting Craft


Prayer and end on the flesh
I am at one with drop
Nativity of sorrowful witch

Wanna fuck a horse?
Common despair rain my sinner
My veil is worshipping

Now amongst call to beweep
Or the sanctity of hope
Uprooting, crying, running, falling

Deadly, march, shifting, necrophagous
There echo is high, prey is precious
Awaiting today

Now amongst call to beweep
Or the sanctity of hope
Uprooting, crying, running, falling

Deadly to fragment
There warrior is hateful, crest is vague
Pledging today



Aint I a great writer? We all love metal maker hehe...
www.metalmaker.net

Samarkol

 

[Silentjohan]

Wait a minute! Are you making fun of our poetry?

 

[rahvin]

@samarkol: is it a babelfish translation of anything?

rahvin.

 

[Samarkol]

I am not making fun of anyone, I posted many of my own poetry, and I do think that yours were incredible. I swear.

No the thing that I posted is just a copy/paste from the website MetalMaker, which I think is very funny. It's a kind of caricature of metal lyrics, it has a database of "cool words" and a bunch of song structure, and you can just ask it to make up lyrics.

www.metalmaker.net

I just wanted to make a little joke

I do love this thread, I read it till the beginning, and I think you got talent.

Samarkol

 

[rahvin]

@samarkol: i bet silentjohan was playing along too. interesting site, btw.

rahvin.

 

[Silentjohan]

@samarkol: yeah..like rahvin said...I wasn't too serious. I've seen that site and it's pretty fun to read some "typical" metal lyrics...
And thank you for your kind words!

 

[Wanderingblade]

roflmao! Thats hilarious...And no, I don't wanna fuck a horse.

Johan: I love that! Your best so far definitley IMO.

Ok... It is time to take my DT copying to another level

The Waters of Lethe

The lights in your eyes flicker,
Reflecting an obsidian dream
Like black marble the river flows

Second sight, second sigh,
Two eyes in two worlds
Shows a momentary glimmer
Of a future carried on a flood

Your heaving lungs carry you faster,
Race towards your destiny

Sail into the past, hidden
as your future
Advance into the promised land,
The foretold punishment

The haunting shapes
Of a cold wind's whispering
Gather around our unseeing eyes

... They have come to take you home...

A cup to welcome you,
Home from home, so
Drunk with despair,
You see now with clear eyes

Forget your life,
Forget your love,
Waters of Lethe
Welcome you home

Does Darkness have a true name?
For here is the gloom deserving
Of it

A silence so oppressive,
It hurts to listen,
A mist so pure,
I see so clear

Absence of emotions
On black grass
Feels complete
In the lack of
Sensation I own

So this is the promised land,
We lusted after,
The one I needed to see,
To journey to.

The scourge of eternity
Is now rested on our backs

... Death in life in death...

A cup to welcome you,
Home from home, so
Drunk with despair,
You see now with clear eyes

Forget your life,
Forget your love,
Waters of Lethe
Welcome you home

 

[hyena]

well i composed "dwarves in hell" with the occult mode option in metalmaker... i am basically crying my eyes out at this:

I am dawn with the Judgment Day
And the symbol of the dwarves of chaos
Killer in my shadow
Gold gold gold and altar on the constellation

I heard the leather calling
They fuck the furious: it wills the flash
My cause is sharp
Doom of the theme

(chorus
I was crooking in wicked pall
I am hell with the necromancer
Escaping
Express dwarves my paranoid, mighty gravel

While the cry of hell
Who dares to laugh the river?
Laughing in the serpent
They will of the mirror

(chorus
I was crooking in wicked pall
I am hell with the necromancer
Escaping
Express dwarves my paranoid, mighty gravel

(chorus
I was crooking in wicked pall
I am hell with the necromancer
Escaping
Express dwarves my paranoid, mighty gravel


hyena (express dwarves my paranoid mighty grave!)

 

[Ziller]

i wanted to see you
to enter your temple and
know the secret places

but i brought my shadows along
they stained the walls and laughed at me
so i fell back

again i took a piece of me
wrote on it a trite note and
quietly stuck it on your back door

with it you shared secrets, i know
i was left with mysteries
it bit me as i tried to integrate.

 

[Lethe78]

I must say that I am truely impressed with what everybody had to offer. So impressed, in fact, that I nearly chose to neglect my contribution, until I realized that it could hardly be the worst thing that anybody has ever read. Here it goes.


Untitled (as of yet)

She was standing alone
Object of desire
Careless and free
Look into her eyes
So full of hope
Jaded and cheated
Yet the hope still remained
Oblivious to the pain
Dwelling deep inside
Like embers glowing from within
Benighted by man
Naive and ignorant
Her selfless actions
Motivated by no reward
Creating an existance
Of sorrow
All but unknown in her heart
The silent sorrow reverberates
A constant reminder of
Days gone past
Unfathomable conflictions
Too intense to grasp
Deep within her psyche
She saw a light
Bright
Inviting
A voice of reason
A reality of pain

 

[Kovenant84]

I'm really liking this thread...if I ever finish one, maybe I'll post one of my poems up.

~Kovenant (such a lazy sonofabu)

 

[Lamia]

ok I'm not sure why I'm doing this... but here goes!
(These are the lyrics for one of my songs)


History of the She-Race

Baby bird you can fly higher still
Cockroaches in the sewers
and angels in your hair
are singing praises as you go
So don't worry so

Old Armada in the times
when a hero was the one who killed the most
was taken as they went
with a mere gesture of a lace glove

"Don't you talk to strangers"
the man you met in the woods explained
before he cut your throat
and whispered "Baby, be my whore"

Baby please let me breathe freely still
You're suckin out my lifeforce
and locking up my shell
The amazon of the century
And you're killing me

Suburban seaworld life
of mermaids with the skin as thin as ice
sex symbols of their age
with bodice like that of Barbie doll's

"Don't you talk to strangers"
your momma in her veil explained
before she sold your soul
to the whisper "Baby, be my whore"

And don't you talk to strangers
the very words of the fatal irony
Yes, you're selling your own soul
as you whisper "Baby, I'm your whore"

 

[Hiljainen]

I wrote something, but nothing really good! Well, if i'll find what i wrote in the chaos of the 1000000 sheets in my room and if it doesn't make me laugh to much, i'll post it!

 

[Lamia]

Originally posted by Hiljainen
I wrote something, but nothing really good! Well, if i'll find what i wrote in the chaos of the 1000000 sheets in my room and if it doesn't make me laugh to much, i'll post it!

Hey, I thought the whole meaning of this thread was to make others laugh!!? That's why I posted my...post.

-Lamia

 

[Wanderingblade]

Black Smoke Rising

Life rests on this earth,
like the fleeting,
of time's winds

Does the sun smile today,
to mock your death?
Does his joy in your passing,
cause this bright day?

What thought can grant me,
my answers I know not,
but never one sleeping.

And so they come,
adorned in black,
mournful ravens

Journey into the unknown,
on a conveyor belt,
Torn from this life,
Riven from your thought,
Now it is time to,
sunder you from flesh

The sun is shining,
in response to grief
nestling in your breast

Briefly the fires blossom,
and spread, setting free
The atoms of your flesh

Burning you raise,
The bonds of your body,
Lost forever

Dark and fleeting,
you pass through summer's sky,
time's thought gone
to await another day

Do twin fires pulse,
together for you death?
The succouring of our life,
grants kind farewell

A funeral shroud,
for the sun's grief,
Black Smoke Rising