Poetry

[Jackle]

I don't know
What I'm doing here
But your by my side
And I can't leave you behind
Tell a little secret
But I can't hear and I'm not sober
Remembering good times
When you were here
Right by my side
Just like now, but I'll leave the memory behind

Feeling sorry
But I don't know
Just what you mean to me
I don't want to leave you behind
But I don't know if I want us to be
Needa think it through, or we might never speak
I'll keep it secret, I don't want this to weigh on your sweet mind
Feel a little awkward, but it'll be alright
Alright, alright, alright.....

I don't care about anything
Anymore....
But your by my side
It makes me feel more alive
But I don't know if I can live this lie
And I'm sorry
I might have to leave you behind
Give a little emotion, but I might toss it aside
And I can only wonder why

I'm so tired, so tired
I think I'll just say goodbye.......

 

[Jackle]

You don't know what to do
You don't know what's going on
Don't know if they wanna hurt you!
What the hell's going on???

Rip through walls of violent flesh
Leave them all behind
Don't know what's happening here
Have you finally lost your mind??
Get back!!

You don't know what you've left behind
You don't know what's after you
Run fast, leave them behind
You don't know what to do
Get back!!

 

[Jackle]

It's cold tonight, but she don't care
Just wants ta get away
Beaten, bruised she's always been abused
It's not that she don't stand up
It's just that....she don't know...

 

[Malveaux]

Impressive! Six pages of poetry...

Lava, flowing slowly
Through the seismic stigma.
Fiery changelings moving
On the everchanging
Pattern of molten earth.

Okay, in this one I owe something to Stanne.

People, I join terria saying that I love you all for how splendid this thread has become!
I feel somewhat ashamed that in these days my inspiration has kinda dried. Study gives little time to poetry, even if I'm studying poetry... well, but I feel japanese waka distant from my feelings, so I couldn't even take inspiration from it.
Anyway, thank you very much to all of you for your contribution to this thread !

Sincerely
Malveaux

 

[Jackle]

Two and two
Walk in shadows
Dance in black
Through this darkness, shines a light
Through this darkness, a light will crack
Two and two
Love so grand
Two and two, take my hand
Through this darkness, see the evil of my heart
Through this darkness, you'll never come back

 

[Jackle]

I'll down the world in flames
Never-ending pain
The shadow of death sits at my right hand
I feel no pain, I got no remorse
Soon I'll execute
I'm a soldier of fortune
Still unnamed, I'm coming for you
Twisted mind, enter my pain

 

[terria]

Solydly structyred fabrycs..


despair a little
hope a lot
still dying

kill a little
prod a lot
a genocide
in mind

Solydly structyred fabrycs
A second spine
wings will be forced to synthesismile
I am getting ryd of everything
I’m already dead yet moving still

perfect
perpetual
symmetric
eternal
dead

hesitate
.
.
.

A life in circles
The spiral has stopped rising
smashed to a circle
Perfect
endless
symmetrically dead

your world is much too small
this world is much too empty to be real
Spinning in circles in circles spinning in circles

The Solydly structyred fabrycs
Are coming down
Eventually the limbs revive
And finally the paradise of freedom is regained
Whithersoever


now this is not too easy to understand (i guess ) nor finished but i wanted to post something cause i felt the duty to do so it's gonna take some weeks until i am free again (university SUCKS when it comes to then end of the semester...)

 

[Jackle]

Damn...that's pretty good. If that's unfinished, don't even wanna see your finished one....it'll put me to shame!

Look in wonder, a blue bird in flight
Look in wonder, a brook so blue
Twisting down, down
Twisting another fairy tale
Firefly dance, glowing embers
Dance in the night
Up, down, eyes in the night
Tell me monster, why do you hide?
Under beds, a wolf in the night
Twisted lies
Just twisting another fairy tale

 

[Samarkol]

Im sorry as english is not my mother tongue I prefer to write in french... I'm also a lot better in that language For those which can appreciate... I think there's a lot a musicality in it...

il y a des dieux en afrique qui cultivent la misère
ils sont gras et laids ils sont blancs et prospere
ils sont nuls ils sont moches et ils sentent la bière
en creusant notre tombe ils creusent notre enfer

les serbes qui gerbent les croates on les mattes
les bosniaque en flaques, et l'ONU dans le cul
soulagez l'histoire du poid de nos crimes
et pavez nos mémoire de toutes les victimes

en piétinant les larmes de ces gens hystériques
c'est l'amour qu'on désarme, c'est la haîne qu'on fabrique
c'est peut-être un peu trop tard pour vivre au hasard
mais c'est jamais trop tard quand on va nul part

dans les champs sont étalés des corps qu'on abandonne
et les fleurs vont pousser pour dire "pardonne"
allez maintenant je vais devoir vous laissez
car ce soir je sais pas si c'est moi qu'on va manger

We shouldnt be shy huh? Ok a second one, if you can read french you'll see that it is very desparated... well I was

Peut-être le sais-tu déjà ?
T'es une saloppe, une chienne
Je sais que tu t'reconnaîtras
Je parle bien de toi qui es mienne

Surtout ne pense pas t'en sauver
Je suis ici à cause de toi
Si tu croyais pouvoir te cacher
Tu ne te trompes que trop, crois-moi

Alors chienne, je te suis soumis
Après tout ai-je vraiment le choix, l'envie ?
Tu es le jour, tu es la nuit
Et t'es devenu l'dernier d'mes soucis

À chaque jour on tourne tes pages
Celle-ci est blanche, la mienne est noire
La subir quotidiennement, tel est mon devoir
Ah! Saloppe de vie, je voudrais bien t'y voir

Quel crétin passe sa journée à lire ce livre ?
Quel esprit à seulement pensé à l'écrire ?
Et pourquoi ne peut-il pas me laisser vivre
Sans qu'j'ai d'besoin d'me plier à ses plaisirs

Avec impatience, j'attend ma descente aux enfers
J'ai bien hâte à demain, quand je pourrirai sous terre
Vous savez, le monde se portera sûrement bien mieux
Et ils comprendront après avoir lu mes aveux

À toi ma chienne
Je te dédie cette phrase qui est mienne

Écrite en cinq mots, je te les lis
Termine-toi, oh, chienne de vie

Now a part of another poem which suck, this is the only good part I'm thinking of clearing it up except those lines

vouloir ton amour
pleurer sans jamais verser de larmes
la nuit en plein jour
retourner contre soi les armes

Now the least interesting part... I though in french then translated ine english... found other words, I like the rhymes... but those excerpts are... meaningless... alone...

my faith in me can't be true
wanderlust is burning my skin
My heart is beating for you
but yours is no longer answering.

---

they will no longer seel pre-made brains
no they wont

The last one (just above) is simple, and it sucks. But i like it, it sounds... true...

Anyway I suck in poetry... if I could represent my mind... I'd like to.

Samarkol

 

[terria]

clapclapclap.

mehothra (who had french some years ago and was far from understanding ALL of it but is nonetheless happy that it was posted)

 

[Jackle]

I feel revived
So alive
Heart once destroyed
Now i feel so alive
A fight
Smashed faces
Stabbed with a knife
Teach you pain
I'll make sure you remember my name
Fu*kin rich kid
You gonna know pain
Always gonna remember my name

 

[TexasFriedCriminal]

as I,
in failure's flawless frame portrayed
stood abashed
and
the muddy stains of deeds long past
came washing down from clouds above
I heard that sound
and saw that tear
that ventured out
got lost
and was not found
and felt that child
abandoned once
in darkness
and woke alone
to smells unknown
and that since that day
had wished that day away
and did not sleep, if no light shone
feared most of all
to be alone
and heard that sound
that broke before
and saw that tear
and was not seen
no more

 

[Jackle]

Feel my suicidal rage
Pressing against your mind
I'll find a way inside
Rip your heart, rend your soul
Stab through the throat, the head accompanies
Self-inflicted love, self-inflicted pain
Is this the only way?
I'll tear you down inside
Fear and loathing will fill your mind

Through this darkness there will be no light
Through the black, my heart will rot
Into the night I'll ride
Into the shadows your thoughts I've kept
Fear my love
Love my hate
My malice will carry you through this night
My love will infect you with a blight

I'll destroy you my darling
My only love
I'll bring you closer to god
While the devil for you, in the end waits

 

[GrandMelancholy]

wow! SIX pages, i've been away for a while (with facking uni revision..) but expect me to be posting more more more!!!

i love you guys!!

in the meantime... chew on this well loved 'nursery rhyme'.......

What's the time?
Half past nine
Hang your knickers on the line
When they're dry bring them in,
Put them in the biscuit tin
Eat the biscuits, eat the cake,
Eat the knickers by mistake!

GM - who is so overwhelmed with relief that uni exams are over, that she has reverted to the sense of humour of a six year old...
a year for each page of this thread...........



the real poetic GM will be back with us in due course...

 

[keisi]

I don't good at english,so I write my mother tongue.

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[Siren]

Oh, what the fuck, I'll post my little something here too...
I wrote this last night, just before going to sleep, and I didn't "work" it at all. Just as it came out. So don't be very harsh on me However, you should know I appreciate honesty and I'd be glad to read some comments


I am lost.
No-one is here to help me.
Nobody really knows.
No-one will ever learn.

What I close inside me
Is my soul sinking in an expanding hole.
Hole is chaos, nothing, despair. Pulling me in it.
Don't know if I'll ever get out. Don't know if I want to.

I am lost.
No-one can truly guide me.
Nobody really knows what I hide inside of me.
Thus, no-one can ever show me the way...

Only the one can pull me out...

 

[Skald]

Sounds like a soul-scream. Not the best poetry I ever read, but so sincere... Keep up the good work!

Originally posted by Siren
Only the one can pull me out...

hmm.... Art thou in Love, my fair Lady?

 

[terria]

i also wrote this one last night before i went to sleep and i didn't work at it at all (although i'm gonna, but you will notice it then) so here it is:

the fatal art of waiting

those mountains were too small
to reach them clouds that shone above
and so i built them higher
and they grew
those rivers were too meagre
to rush, to flood, to drown the needing
i gave them water
and so they grew
but the clouds grew weary of their flight
the silver lining soon became a burden
the unfallen rain was getting bitter
they smashed into the ground
they left but holes
fathomless
no more rivers
no more mountains
the tree is much too old now
to bear more than this single fruit
and i can’t give anymore
and so it starves


winter comes



not of the hapoiest kind but as siren put it: it's honest. and pathetic, okay. but honest.

 

[Malaclypse]

and i may add that i like it very much

 

[Toorop]

Here's a poem I wrote to fill in a song by my band Lençe Fläätüü ; it is called 'The Supreme Satanic Arab Art':

The dark and gloomy sideral fog
I shall pass like a hellish dog
For at the end of the path
The Necronomicon, that Arab he hath

The book of the dead written by Abdul Azred
I shall open to make my hands red
So I open it, at the page 'couscous'
For the hunger in my soul lieth very tough

The litany of chickpeas I shall invoke...

The demons of harissa I shall summon...

Thus he spake:

'First shalt thou take the tastiest vegetables
Thou wilt find them in the garden of Abdel
That tremendous garden lieth left of the hellish
hell
And dost thou not worry about the eerie semolina
For it shall be brought by my priestess Fatima
She bringeth the harissa and the nutmeg
So thy mouth shall be like a powder keg
As for the merguez and chicken
They will be given splendidly by my commander Ben Laden
Let it cook in the hot cauldrons of my nightmare
And it shall finally be served by my executor Mollah Omar
For thy gustative pleasure I will apply everything I had
Learned in the sinful pages of the Islamic Jihad'

In the dark lobbies of his pit
The couscous I faithfully and voraciously eat
And the mint tea I guzzle
To remove all the food particles stuck in my muzzle
To my Arab master,my body,it boweth
Having the hot and spicy food in its bowels
That's sure,with such food I will not be slim
But I don't care for I am a muslim

Abdul, dost thou not forsake me
I await for thou to take me
Grant me tunisian wings
And as thy camel messenger I'll fly