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uhm... though I might risk repeating myself, take a look at www.neosophia.de, and hurry, since it will only remain online until december 30.
Poetry
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terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
i loved that "on the toilet i sit"-poem. what a delightful a piece of art
@vultureculture: well i never REALLY tried writing in german, BECAUSE it is my mothertongue. german tends to sounding very pathetic...
@malveaux: yep. that brown thingie is me. Why do you ask?
@vultureculture: well i never REALLY tried writing in german, BECAUSE it is my mothertongue. german tends to sounding very pathetic...
@malveaux: yep. that brown thingie is me. Why do you ask?
@Terria: Well, just out of curiosity .
@VultureCulture: I find it difficult to express myself in Italian, when I write poetry. It's an extremely rich language, and you have to master it very well to write decent poetry.
Not that I think that my english poetry is anything particular, but I find it easier to use that language. It's very melodic.
.@VultureCulture: I find it difficult to express myself in Italian, when I write poetry. It's an extremely rich language, and you have to master it very well to write decent poetry.
Not that I think that my english poetry is anything particular, but I find it easier to use that language. It's very melodic.
Seen it, and it's really beautiful. A shame it will be deleted
...Oh, well, anyway, really thank you, Fried
.
terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
Reddish
Wandering under the stars
Enraptured by the sky
Absentmindedly roaming on
indifferent going astray
But suddenly I realize
That my horizon darkens
A reddish tint imbues my eyes
And embarrassed I harken
A red shimmering cloud appears
And just as I it wanders
Blackening my earth with its tears
Tearing the ground asunder
The cloud now dances cross my skies
Its sight just leaves me paralized
Thus gazing at the cloud I see
That its shadows imbrueing me
I was waiting for the sun
Instead this cloud has risen
Awaken now I try to run
Alas my sight does misten
The throat rapidly fills with blood
Thats pouring forth in a red flood
Hailstones perforate my neck
While the red sun shines on my back
this was my first attempt at writing anything and it's oh so pathetically written (and embarassed i HARKEN!!! my god... . ) but i had just become fifteen so i don't give a fuck how bad it is cause i am not responsible
@malveaux: but as i am in the dark i can see the light. nice one
Wandering under the stars
Enraptured by the sky
Absentmindedly roaming on
indifferent going astray
But suddenly I realize
That my horizon darkens
A reddish tint imbues my eyes
And embarrassed I harken
A red shimmering cloud appears
And just as I it wanders
Blackening my earth with its tears
Tearing the ground asunder
The cloud now dances cross my skies
Its sight just leaves me paralized
Thus gazing at the cloud I see
That its shadows imbrueing me
I was waiting for the sun
Instead this cloud has risen
Awaken now I try to run
Alas my sight does misten
The throat rapidly fills with blood
Thats pouring forth in a red flood
Hailstones perforate my neck
While the red sun shines on my back
this was my first attempt at writing anything and it's oh so pathetically written (and embarassed i HARKEN!!! my god... .
) but i had just become fifteen so i don't give a fuck how bad it is cause i am not responsible @malveaux: but as i am in the dark i can see the light. nice one
Thank you, Terria .
Lol, if I had to pick up my favorite among your poems, I wouldn't be able to choose, they're all splendid, included that last one!
*Ahem*
Like shrouds of brittling light,
Like shards of shimmering glass,
Like stars that show the path
My feelings wander in the air.
A feeble breezes enough to scatter
My senses into the night.
Used to call my anchor the love I felt,
I couldnt see it deep into my heart:
This path is made with the sand of my time,
I cant see its end in the dark, still
I can hear the sound of a waterfall,
Oblivious of where it comes from.
That's one of my first effort at writing poetry in english...
.Lol, if I had to pick up my favorite among your poems, I wouldn't be able to choose, they're all splendid, included that last one!
*Ahem*
Like shrouds of brittling light,
Like shards of shimmering glass,
Like stars that show the path
My feelings wander in the air.
A feeble breezes enough to scatter
My senses into the night.
Used to call my anchor the love I felt,
I couldnt see it deep into my heart:
This path is made with the sand of my time,
I cant see its end in the dark, still
I can hear the sound of a waterfall,
Oblivious of where it comes from.
That's one of my first effort at writing poetry in english...
Dispersed, immersed like a molecule
among a dozen leaves, lost and stolen
in a world that had become indifferent to me.
I feel the waterfall, I smell its vibrant splash
upon the hardest things.
I am the air that wanders,
I am the one who had been shattered a thousand fold
upon a dirty floor, the forgotten floor
upon which I had taken the time to reflect up to you
what stars I suffered and held within me.
You're oblivious, but I've begged you to listen,
Now I drift towards a marked place on the horizon,
where I might become a permanent fixture.
terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
Deep
deep
beneath
I hide
descend
downwards
submerge
Into the innermost
Cause I am too weak for them tempests bleak
Up above
torn
bent
broken
Im gone and so is the world
At least its peaceful down here
No one to need and so theres nothing to feel
Nothing
This is my refuge this is my shelter and I will never leave
Cause down here Im in peace
No one not to talk to and no one to bother and no one to need
theres nothing to feel
away
dissolve
release
be gone
stumble
falter
still theres a yearning for the
surface above but theres not enough
hope in me
this is my retreat this is my sanctuary
my kingdom underneath
and although I would need the warmth of another
I know Ill never leave
Im afraid that Im to weak
to return to the depressing stuff. it's not too easy to write this depressive blabla without becoming pathetic (like in there's not enough hope in me *cry*) but still it's a wonderful way of letting it out, especially so if you sing these words in front of a watching crowd... yehaaaaaaa
btw, welcome evil! we are (VEEERY slowly) getting more and more. nice
deep
beneath
I hide
descend
downwards
submerge
Into the innermost
Cause I am too weak for them tempests bleak
Up above
torn
bent
broken
Im gone and so is the world
At least its peaceful down here
No one to need and so theres nothing to feel
Nothing
This is my refuge this is my shelter and I will never leave
Cause down here Im in peace
No one not to talk to and no one to bother and no one to need
theres nothing to feel
away
dissolve
release
be gone
stumble
falter
still theres a yearning for the
surface above but theres not enough
hope in me
this is my retreat this is my sanctuary
my kingdom underneath
and although I would need the warmth of another
I know Ill never leave
Im afraid that Im to weak
to return to the depressing stuff. it's not too easy to write this depressive blabla without becoming pathetic (like in there's not enough hope in me *cry*) but still it's a wonderful way of letting it out, especially so if you sing these words in front of a watching crowd... yehaaaaaaa
btw, welcome evil! we are (VEEERY slowly) getting more and more. nice
Cardinal Sin
Stained by your colors
Painting pictures of you in my mind
Counting nocturnal hours
Ardent desire red light in my eyes
Born in to darkness
Never able to see the light
The sinful caress of the dawn
Forever exults ethereal might
This obscene embrace of beauty
Like a cold chill down my spine
Your blood devours the ink on my paper
I am a hollow shape in the dark empty of life
I mourn your tears
I mourn my madness
I mourn the paleness of your skin
I mourn the pulsing veins behind your veil of sadness
As I commit the Cardinal Sin
You are my shrine of pain
I visit every night
You are the poison in my veins
I can not live without
The night closes down on me like a cage
Inside the beast awakes full of rage
My teeth pierce your skin
I know that I am wrong
My weakness is that I am so strong
Stained by your colors
Painting pictures of you in my mind
Counting nocturnal hours
Ardent desire red light in my eyes
Born in to darkness
Never able to see the light
The sinful caress of the dawn
Forever exults ethereal might
This obscene embrace of beauty
Like a cold chill down my spine
Your blood devours the ink on my paper
I am a hollow shape in the dark empty of life
I mourn your tears
I mourn my madness
I mourn the paleness of your skin
I mourn the pulsing veins behind your veil of sadness
As I commit the Cardinal Sin
You are my shrine of pain
I visit every night
You are the poison in my veins
I can not live without
The night closes down on me like a cage
Inside the beast awakes full of rage
My teeth pierce your skin
I know that I am wrong
My weakness is that I am so strong
Cold over me
Moving shadows,
Just other twisted shades,
Fine ashes cover all,
A mist of needles.
Let those ghosts dance
As if thats all the life left
Silken leaves fall burnt
Like in autumn,
And the spiders web
Like a curtain falls
Where theres no after,
Deeply forgotten,
Time forever still
Here in the unending dusk
Of this place in my soul.
Moving shadows,
Just other twisted shades,
Fine ashes cover all,
A mist of needles.
Let those ghosts dance
As if thats all the life left
Silken leaves fall burnt
Like in autumn,
And the spiders web
Like a curtain falls
Where theres no after,
Deeply forgotten,
Time forever still
Here in the unending dusk
Of this place in my soul.
GrandMelancholy
Mine is the grandeur...
Cool thread - why dint i think of it?!
@terria -i love ur poems
@trou-peur - nice ode to shitting - and i'll be more than grateful if u could have a go at translating my poems to french - ma francais c'est tres merde!! english is so bland...
having said that... here goes......
Corriders of Angels in this new place that has let me breathe and forget my ills and loneliness
Angels lazing around me now
Looking for a soul to hold
Warm lips to caress their icy own
And frivolus in their games
Angels swathed in sunlight
And their touch could heal a thousand wounds
But all this is too good for me
I remember my hurt, and in part the cause,
To have been blinded and taught never to trust an Angel
---
@terria -i love ur poems
@trou-peur - nice ode to shitting - and i'll be more than grateful if u could have a go at translating my poems to french - ma francais c'est tres merde!! english is so bland...
having said that... here goes......
Corriders of Angels in this new place that has let me breathe and forget my ills and loneliness
Angels lazing around me now
Looking for a soul to hold
Warm lips to caress their icy own
And frivolus in their games
Angels swathed in sunlight
And their touch could heal a thousand wounds
But all this is too good for me
I remember my hurt, and in part the cause,
To have been blinded and taught never to trust an Angel
---
GrandMelancholy
Mine is the grandeur...
ok heres another one i just saw in my book, i wrote it last this time last year - so its kinda appropriate...
It came to that time of year again,
When it comes to remembering the birth of that son,
In our minds,
Maybe he was never born at all
It did not snow that night and yet it feels so special somehow,
Like it does right now.
A sheerness coating everything,
All the world's decay,
Sent down from Heaven.
And it sparkles against all the hurt of me,
That's all still here, in here somewhere. Somehow.
Temporarily forgotten.
And as flakes fall down,
In spells of Heavenly dancing,
Angel dust, scattered.
I am lying here wondering,
Will it all be gone by sunrise?
Vanished.
Forsake me and only be with me as a memory?
Like so many other things.
If you look and listen closely,
You could feel the Angels near above,
Marvelling at the Earth with its Heavenly guise.
And I wonder if my Angel saviour has been sent down in this graceful spectacle,
The snow to cushion his landing,
So to come to me and save ME from falling.
Anymore.
To come to me in my dreams or perhaps maybe, just maybe,
In this waking world of muted nightmares
---
It came to that time of year again,
When it comes to remembering the birth of that son,
In our minds,
Maybe he was never born at all
It did not snow that night and yet it feels so special somehow,
Like it does right now.
A sheerness coating everything,
All the world's decay,
Sent down from Heaven.
And it sparkles against all the hurt of me,
That's all still here, in here somewhere. Somehow.
Temporarily forgotten.
And as flakes fall down,
In spells of Heavenly dancing,
Angel dust, scattered.
I am lying here wondering,
Will it all be gone by sunrise?
Vanished.
Forsake me and only be with me as a memory?
Like so many other things.
If you look and listen closely,
You could feel the Angels near above,
Marvelling at the Earth with its Heavenly guise.
And I wonder if my Angel saviour has been sent down in this graceful spectacle,
The snow to cushion his landing,
So to come to me and save ME from falling.
Anymore.
To come to me in my dreams or perhaps maybe, just maybe,
In this waking world of muted nightmares
---
terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
Finis Mundi
Goodbye
You sad and beautiful something
the feast is over now
and all the guests are forced to leave
but I cant help smiling
cause I know that this is not the end
But a joyous masquerade
Like a wonderful dream
It seemed to me
Its over now
Everythings gone
So is everyone
for an instant only it seemed to me
as if the world had already died
but then I felt, weak and somewhat far away
a little motion left
some movements of air
i turn my back to your world
and crying like a child i drift away
i dance the world away
among my dragons weeping still
but happy
Theres a new world waiting for me
Strange but beautiful
Waiting to be discovered
to brilliantly shine
a new world to get lost in and something else to yearn for
something else to feel, something else to strive for
a new world waiting for me and something else to die for
goodbye
this one is sort of in progress but who cares (well, i do but i don't give a fuck)
@grandeurofmelancholy: thanks. *blush*
@malveaux: as i said, peu á peu we are expanding our business. which is wonderful to see. life sucks today. but i love you all.
Goodbye
You sad and beautiful something
the feast is over now
and all the guests are forced to leave
but I cant help smiling
cause I know that this is not the end
But a joyous masquerade
Like a wonderful dream
It seemed to me
Its over now
Everythings gone
So is everyone
for an instant only it seemed to me
as if the world had already died
but then I felt, weak and somewhat far away
a little motion left
some movements of air
i turn my back to your world
and crying like a child i drift away
i dance the world away
among my dragons weeping still
but happy
Theres a new world waiting for me
Strange but beautiful
Waiting to be discovered
to brilliantly shine
a new world to get lost in and something else to yearn for
something else to feel, something else to strive for
a new world waiting for me and something else to die for
goodbye
this one is sort of in progress but who cares (well, i do but i don't give a fuck)
@grandeurofmelancholy: thanks. *blush*
@malveaux: as i said, peu á peu we are expanding our business. which is wonderful to see. life sucks today. but i love you all.
poet
Moonclad Reflection
''The Black Rose
A drop is hanging from a petal
The rain is pouring down
And the rose withers in sorrow
Washing away it's life
Cleansing itself for the sadness
The red rose is turning black
A tear is falling from a petal
The drops are becoming a burden
And the petals are yielding
Bending down for what awaits
Sinking towards the ground
The black rose is turning to dust ''
A drop is hanging from a petal
The rain is pouring down
And the rose withers in sorrow
Washing away it's life
Cleansing itself for the sadness
The red rose is turning black
A tear is falling from a petal
The drops are becoming a burden
And the petals are yielding
Bending down for what awaits
Sinking towards the ground
The black rose is turning to dust ''
TexasFriedCriminal
p a s s e n g e r
she has been here for almost two years
the dead flower
she dances, barely audible
when the wind reaches through the opened window
currents of air, tender ghostly fingers
a partner for her dance
the dead flower
has turned a deep violet
and her hands are pale, slightly yellow
and brittle to the touch
thus only the sylphs
can carress her
the dead flower
is a piece of memory
an entry in some unwritten diary
the faint echo of the last beat
of a long since silent heart
the dead flower
is a piece of prophecy
foretelling a future past
in autumn's colours
and on dustcolured semptember mornings
she is singing a dirge
the dead flower
is all that is left of that day
and as she slowly disapears
as all things of beauty do
that day will fade as well....
the dead flower
she dances, barely audible
when the wind reaches through the opened window
currents of air, tender ghostly fingers
a partner for her dance
the dead flower
has turned a deep violet
and her hands are pale, slightly yellow
and brittle to the touch
thus only the sylphs
can carress her
the dead flower
is a piece of memory
an entry in some unwritten diary
the faint echo of the last beat
of a long since silent heart
the dead flower
is a piece of prophecy
foretelling a future past
in autumn's colours
and on dustcolured semptember mornings
she is singing a dirge
the dead flower
is all that is left of that day
and as she slowly disapears
as all things of beauty do
that day will fade as well....
terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
i LOVE this thread. makes me smile happily a lot every time i see it. grrrrrr. perhaps this will be the third (THE THIRD) page of it, would be great if this all went on and on...
Renew Anew
A truce, peace
Something to lay down in
Hope, or silence
Something to cling on to
React, revile
Recovering internally
Restrict, remind
Resting...
My skin may feel the cracks again
I wont believe
The rents beneath my feet they speak to me
Of ruptures past and such to come
I wont believe in them
i will deny
Im glad to know that my eyes lie to me constantly
I wont believe them
Its not that i have stopped the bleeding
I just took the stream and painted it in colours of beauty
Any burden unbearable
I will deny
No limbs, no motion left
I will deny
My path a million times divided
And still I will deny
I will go on
I will deny it all
Everything and everyone
deny
who cares about the truth in a lie - if it bears solace
why should i mind the faintness of my smile if it creates another one
come my dragons
lets dance this world away
Renew Anew
A truce, peace
Something to lay down in
Hope, or silence
Something to cling on to
React, revile
Recovering internally
Restrict, remind
Resting...
My skin may feel the cracks again
I wont believe
The rents beneath my feet they speak to me
Of ruptures past and such to come
I wont believe in them
i will deny
Im glad to know that my eyes lie to me constantly
I wont believe them
Its not that i have stopped the bleeding
I just took the stream and painted it in colours of beauty
Any burden unbearable
I will deny
No limbs, no motion left
I will deny
My path a million times divided
And still I will deny
I will go on
I will deny it all
Everything and everyone
deny
who cares about the truth in a lie - if it bears solace
why should i mind the faintness of my smile if it creates another one
come my dragons
lets dance this world away
TexasFriedCriminal
p a s s e n g e r
they have spat on me
torn flesh from my bones
and light from my soul
all out of love
and beauty in dreams of a distant savior
have I recalled these days in serenity?
I offer blood to stones of guilt
and reap their harvest
from this soil of mine
NOTHING SHALL STAND
ALL BROUGHT TO END
and these things too will bloom
will rise in colours bold
draped in golden shine
when summer comes
be tranquill child, be brave
none is mine as much as pain is
and I am not your eye
lest it burns in anger
forgiveness is a weakness that I cannot afford
and onto doom shall they be delivered
pain alone can grow from pain
and pain on pain on pain is piled
in a haven of souls grown cold
hide the hurt in a heart so wild
I linger not
and from the ashes I burst
a flame long kindled
on fiery wings, a phoenix to the sky
to take and leave no dream alive
and saturate with blood
their mansions in the sun
these too are like me
are too alike to know
and notice they are merely children
tiny specs of colour in the rain......
they fade to soon
innocence in genocide
I am their doom
flowers in the autumn sun
I'll tear their petals off
I love them as I love my life
I hate them as they hate my life
I know my place among them
I have no place among them
their spirits are needed too
spirits they have none
above them I am not
I must be great and full of anger
and yet not be as they are
I am what they have made of me
and thus non the better
I must be a hero!
I must be a hero!
this poem is subject to change without notice.
torn flesh from my bones
and light from my soul
all out of love
and beauty in dreams of a distant savior
have I recalled these days in serenity?
I offer blood to stones of guilt
and reap their harvest
from this soil of mine
NOTHING SHALL STAND
ALL BROUGHT TO END
and these things too will bloom
will rise in colours bold
draped in golden shine
when summer comes
be tranquill child, be brave
none is mine as much as pain is
and I am not your eye
lest it burns in anger
forgiveness is a weakness that I cannot afford
and onto doom shall they be delivered
pain alone can grow from pain
and pain on pain on pain is piled
in a haven of souls grown cold
hide the hurt in a heart so wild
I linger not
and from the ashes I burst
a flame long kindled
on fiery wings, a phoenix to the sky
to take and leave no dream alive
and saturate with blood
their mansions in the sun
these too are like me
are too alike to know
and notice they are merely children
tiny specs of colour in the rain......
they fade to soon
innocence in genocide
I am their doom
flowers in the autumn sun
I'll tear their petals off
I love them as I love my life
I hate them as they hate my life
I know my place among them
I have no place among them
their spirits are needed too
spirits they have none
above them I am not
I must be great and full of anger
and yet not be as they are
I am what they have made of me
and thus non the better
I must be a hero!
I must be a hero!
this poem is subject to change without notice.
Time is a cold petal
Motionless
In an unending dance
Across the freezed air.
It falls, and falls, and falls
I'm happy to know that you're enjoying this thread. I wasn't expecting so much enthusiasm. I feel really honored...
Motionless
In an unending dance
Across the freezed air.
It falls, and falls, and falls
I'm happy to know that you're enjoying this thread. I wasn't expecting so much enthusiasm. I feel really honored...
terria
Subterranean dharma-bum
HEY! we can't let this wonderful thread disappear! i see it as my duty to keep it up there for at least some weeks so POST YOUR WORKS GODDAMMIT!!! i know, i know, it takes time to write it, i am also already searching for older stuff i put anywhere in my desk, but we mustn't let it die.
Sentient
You didnt even notice
Did you?
Nevermind
It doesnt matter
Cause you dont understand
With every day and every taken breath
Ill bow my back for you
Bending it until it breaks
it simply doesnt matter
For every sunbeam i receive
I want to thank you with another day
Another week
Another life
But with every lie
With every smile i cannot see
With every neglecting me
With every little pain
I want to leave you dying
I want to see you starve
Until you recognize me again
It doesnt matter
And it never will
This fire never scorched you
So you cant understand
Get gone
i know, i know, it takes time to write it, i am also already searching for older stuff i put anywhere in my desk, but we mustn't let it die.Sentient
You didnt even notice
Did you?
Nevermind
It doesnt matter
Cause you dont understand
With every day and every taken breath
Ill bow my back for you
Bending it until it breaks
it simply doesnt matter
For every sunbeam i receive
I want to thank you with another day
Another week
Another life
But with every lie
With every smile i cannot see
With every neglecting me
With every little pain
I want to leave you dying
I want to see you starve
Until you recognize me again
It doesnt matter
And it never will
This fire never scorched you
So you cant understand
Get gone
