Poetry

@vulture: dankedanke *rotwerd*
@thetruepeur: mmmmmmh.

mehothra (who knows some people from eritreia [which is sort of east of egypt] that are the greatest cooks he ever came to know and who doesn't have to wait too long until it's couscous-time again...)
 
Originally posted by Skald
Sounds like a soul-scream. Not the best poetry I ever read, but so sincere... Keep up the good work! ;)

It wasn't exactly supposed to be a poem. It was more of a "put_your_thoughts_on_the_paper" thing. So you got the soul-scream part right ;)
Oh, and thanks a lot for your good words :)

Originally posted by Skald
hmm.... Art thou in Love, my fair Lady? :)

*me chokes, coughs* ahmm, I guess someone could call it that way too :)
 
Hi all. I am new to this forum...obviously.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading through all of the incredible poetry on this page.

Here's something I wrote when I was serverly depressed. Getting the emotions out helped me not do the things described.



Ode to a Razor Blade

The razor, my shinny old friend
How many hours did I sit with you
In my hand?
deciding, wondering if it could get any worse.
The gleaming blade, drawing me into inward thoughts
My trance like state of 'do it now or can I wait?'
The blood on you resembles rust but gleams
as life drains out of me onto you
drop by drop, it collects in the palms of my hands
deeper and deeper, I push you
My pain flows out of me with the blood, collecting
in my hands. I control the pain now.
Pain turns to peace. The blade has
done it's job. As I clean the blade, the
contents in my hands are washed away.
I disinfect my new wound,
the blood and my pain are washed away from me.
I walk out of the bathroom to face another day.
 
"I only know my stainless friend,
I know him far too well
as he takes me on his broken ferry
down the red stream of farewell"

from some lyrics I once wrote.... got reminded...

wherefrom did this yearning stem
to make the scars upon the spirit
visible...
 
TexasFriedCriminal - I felt it was time to share it. I finally broke free of that depression that was haunting me...it's Manic time now...nothing like more energy than you know what to do with...


We've all been there...The lyrics you wrote...very good...
I know that I am not alone...not the only one with these thoughts...not the only one to express the desperation of a lost soul...

I think that's why I get absorbed into Dark Tranquillity's music...the lyrics speak volumes and the music is haunting....
 
Watching the sun set behind
We stared into each others eyes
A darkness filled my mind
Into the depths, you moved me
Falling deeper into your mind

In the end I'll watch you die
A broken tombstone, a forgotten life
Amoungst the graves I'll watch you lie
Sink into the ground, tormented for all times
I love you more now, sunken below the shadowed sky

Miles away from modern man, miles away from the lies
I'll sink deeper, never again shall I cry
For this pain, for this life
Into the depths I see through your eyes
Fallen among shadows, this is where I shall lie

Buried in dirt, safe in your arms
Cold in your lifeless grasp, a shadow of a life once past
I know, I know, I know
Why did you go? Fallen paradise
A shadows tomb
A former friend
Fallen below
 
I'm still alive
Made it through this life
Through the violence and the pain
Made it through to see another day
Friends past, friends still alive
Can't all make it to the other side
This world's cruel
Gotta know how ta survive
 
you opened the doors and reached for love
they closed again
did you get enough?
how long did we take from heartbreak to hate
but you wanted love
you held on hard
couldn't give it up
now baby stands alone tonight
baby grasps for the love he might
rejected, dejected
let down on everything he expected


I'm getting better and better in english...

This one was made up on a true story ;(

Samarkol
 
I wrote this a few hours ago. My english on this one is lame and full of repetitions, but it doesn't matter to me since it's about feelings..


My soul is cripple.

If you can take it anymore, I am not sure,
or how long we can endure,
if it will ever cure.

You may stay around,
but I may not come round,
and it might never be the same again for us.

Or you may leave, and it will suffer, bleed,
and it might some day heal,
but never be as once it was.

But what I think and know for good
is that total cure can only be with you.
Otherwise it will be shallow, meaningless, untrue.
 
A clock strikes noon
A shadowed hand casts darkness over the barren city
A downpour of emotion, washed out with doubt
A gloomy alley, saturated filth
The end of a decade, the start of your day
Lights dance in the foggy skies
You know it's the end of man
A bucket of grime
Sickening blight

The city scape, it gives you a fright
Send chills running down your spine
Down Granville and Hastings
Man on a mission, climbin' over corruption
The perfect end to your fu**ed up day
A crackhead screams, falling to insanity
Demented words from a demented mind

Homeless shake, ask for spare change
But gotta walk on, can't feed every man you see along your way
The city eats you up inside
At the end of the line
It's your final demise
Walk on in, it's the perfect end to your fu**ed up day
 
Lie awake in the cold of the morning
False dawn like a thief in the night
Watching the images pass through the eyes of the blind
Images are darker when seen without sight.

Whiling away the hours with my demon
Why run when there's nowhere to hide?
So many problems just don't have an answer
Problems are harder when you're ruled by pride.

Life is a lesson - no rhyme or reason
Stop looking for reason to every plight
Why while away hours in cold isolation
When false dawn comes like a thief in the night?

Don't be too harsh everyone...:D
 
That was fun. Took a while though because I am a bit late I spend most of my time at the Opeth forum but believe I will devote some of it to this one because I have enjoyed what I have read so far, greatly.:)


Stepping outside, my head is down.
The moon--flashlight for falling stars.
Aware of my breathing and the wind around,
Thinking of the past and its' emotional scars.

Hope shines bright--and I run in fear of loss,
Regret sets in. I need to retreat....I try
In search of change at all cost(s)
At least I've found I'm lost......I cry

Back inside to these thoughts, I'm bound.
The Moon and the light from falling stars.
Emptied of hope that fought to be found,
Still with the past that left these scars....
 
This one was kind of a drunken exercise:)


I've become comfortable
with my self un-awarness
to the point of a hope-less god
Native;..as I was
my mind fought for truth,
though I failed, I love you
(Earth) My mother of pain and love
surrounded by crosshairs of Oblivion
I sunk beneath you and all,
a shrunk depiction of my Love
for those who dwell in the same
Hell as I, continue on,
My lovers......
 
My world is surrounded
with chaos in motion
I can't get a grip on anything
I drift like a leaf in the wind
a fallen feather in a void

Sometimes so empty
there's no reason to be sad

Another day, the same Sun
Nothing new has begun
No god of change in my grasp
the same moon, seems to laugh
I gaze long and birth a smile...
 
Again and again
A picture in my mind
Of a horrific demise
Clouds of red, they bring forth the dead
To feast on flesh, the flesh of men fallen this night
They scream, scream for me
Bring forth their energy

Leached from souls, hallowed, hollow, deep in their bones
I hear the mourners call, they sing to me
Carry forth that energy
Die, fright, fall
They are the damned, the watched
We are the waiting
We carry forth their energy
Scream for me, pain so beautiful
Sing to me, I'll bring you misery

A plague, pestilence falls
A shadowed rose, oh so red
With blood it does drip, the blood of our dead
In the shadow to come, hold him close
The corpse of your lover, whose rage you feared the most
Death from the sky, locusts up high
They'll sing for me, bring forth this pain you see
We are the waiting, forever waiting, till the darkness doth us see