Poetry

to grasp the truth
gasp at nightmares
of fever and flesh
(the wellspring of youth)

paint souls in blood
as you, as I, we are
of fever and flesh
(a mourning god)

do you know what the images in your mind mean?
do you even care ?

dream of dead lovers
who never meant more
than the warmth at night
under silken covers

dream of the cold
of mornings after
the moaning nights
(feeling old)

feels odd to be lost
never got used to it
do you know meanings?
of all? of most?

and what we are
just flesh and fever
sick for moisture
(this must be war)

blood shed for life
life's ever hungry
to taste of moisture
to name one "wife"

do you know what the images inside your dreams mean?
do you even care?
 
hey where did malveaux disappear to? he invented this thread and was quite active for some time...:confused:
 
well Atlantis disappeared too....but may be she's posting with a new name.....
hope none of them are having trouble!!!!!

oh! and Final_Vision can't log in the forums :cry:

grrrrrrrrrr!!!!
 
Feeling
just feeling
to be free
Freedom
just freedom
the need to be

Silence

just silence
surrounds me


this one is nothing special, it just came into my mind when i was walking the streets tonight.
 
they said I am afraid of heights
that not a wing could carry me
airborne into flight

so anything can fall
and I've not one unscathed bone
I've never broken those

They said I would be innocent
that not a blame in the world
would be on me

so whoever puts the blame
take heed, take care
I am still here

They said I could not make it
ever turn out right
in this, they're right

so if I ever prove them wrong
get me some wine
albana romania by preference
 
Cruicify their conviction
For the love of the world I abandon my hope

Lord of death and misery
Like a raging storm, this brood will cause you harm

Hope abandon by society
Hate reigns the earth until the false lord is proclaimed

Your way of life, ostrasised by all
Find your god in unity

I will live as the false lord's enemy
Let bullets rip your soul

From strength I pull my sword
now I stand on the bridge of destiney

This day all gods die

Well im not sure if I wrote this while I was drunk or stoned or on some other drug b/c it doesnt make much sense to me, does it make sense to anyone else?
 
here's my last work, i did it today during my classes
i was inspired by something i saw a while ago... there was a t-shirt and we could read "butchered at birth" on it... so here it is.


I have once met a newly born sun
that was hidden inside, trying to run
feeding on darkness and growing white
the essence of life's being too bright

watch the butterfly winged planet
as it tumbles down whithout a fight
"i'm ok, i'm fine" was what he said
we can't be killed if we fall already dead

i've been butchered at birth
i'm not the sole, i'm not the first
our lives, cut off the thirst
slay me, I'm floating like dirt

as he received his greatest present
there's a promise of taking it back
he knows it, life's a jester's gift
cause we were all butchered at birth

disfigured, dismembered and worn out
begging for the judgement of future
so cold and lifeless was the hammer
that closed the debate of desire

i've been butchered at birth
i'm not the sole, i'm not the first
our lives, cut off the thirst
slay me, I'm floating like dirt

i am flying on my path
as he implores your mercy
you told him that I'll be the last
the last on earth, to be butchered at birth

how much will this hole contains
every lie, every promise it retains
the fucking life's only worth my disdain
she's feeding on me 'till nothing remains


ok it's not complete but the thread was dying...(is dead?!?)

the first two verse are ok I think, the third (after the chorus) needs a final line a way more sophisticated, the fourth verse is ok, the fifth (after the second chorus) just suck, and the last one is so so...

Samarkol