The Official Poetry Thread

"Empty"
Come to me
Your fatal sunshine,
Through the abyss of your mind.
Meditate on the pain you feel inside,
And fall into the white light that guides you to your sin.
So far away it seems,
Across the dark waters.
Leaking through clouds in the sky,
I know I belong way up high.
Sprinkling into my eyes the dust of your empathy,
You're cynical with apathy.
Vanish this sensation,
And rise up with your nation.
I embrace this suffering to feel no more.
Empty but beautiful,
Being sucked into your every pore.
 
Passion's Dead Dream
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turn around
see life from a different point of view
the coldness of the sound of
the voices that surface when you are most alone

the day that passion died i was alone
i sat there at my desk and slowly said
"i no longer need the comfort of a slow death"

sit down
look inside the mirror and tell me what you see
witness the tale of the day
that passion slowly coughed and withered away

the day that passion died i scratched my head
wondered why i needed the comfort of your bed
when in my heart i'd rather be dead

the gorgeous misconceived emotions
silent and stalking
the glorious visions of madness
menace to my intervention

the policies of the light
involve a fight with faith
involve an internal rape
fate

the darkness and the light
mankinds final fate
and tragic ending place
fate

fragility of the mind
corruption of the creton
oh i am mistaken
corruptions of a race

race on forever
within a frail thin mind
withering through ages
dying all the time
death

the day that passion died i was sitting all alone
wondering the day that passion would come home
i am sitting in this void so silent so alone
but i am better off then i was with you though

passion is the enemy
drowning the past within
 
I cry
A blazing fire
In the misanthropic north
That suddenly feels
Warming
Yet you’re so far away now
And so AM I
Good hot tears start oozing out
Tears so flaming that SHOULDN’T BE
Running over my thighs eagerly
Desperately all the way down
BURN! Groupie, whore
I hear their cries
Ferocious beasts no clue
I’m drunk now...
Fuck ’em
I cry
I’m breathing affection
You’ll never feel
Only groupies, whores, not
me
Embracing the winter
The cold the dark the harsh
Welcoming
the blue the cruel the beauty
The season I feel at ease in
Fuelled by the flame of desire
Forever unfulfilled, starving
Yet shining bright
Red on black December nights
Why oh why?
I cry
Drowning myself
In false nepenthe
This stillborn love
I CAN’T TAKE NO MORE
So I expresss myself and
I cry out...MAKE ME RELEASED!
Your warmth, your agression
I need you now or I’ll FUCKING DIE!!!
Your body next to mine I need to feel
To experience it...
BUT I AM NOT A WHORE!
Groupie! Whore, how
dare you dream
of him he is NOT YOURS
I hear everyone’s cries...
NOW WHERE’S MY FUCKING PRIDE?
 
We carry our swords and crossbows
Yet the opposing force carries better weapons
We fight an unknown battle
But we are blessed
Our swords in our hands
More precise, more piercing
Yet I cannot feel my flesh
The weapons they carry are better
More destructive, more bloody, faster
Yet we choose our own
A final battle between the good and the bad
But which side is good?
It's tough to tell when viewing from an outside force
But it's surely easy to judge which side is wrong
Especially when you don't have the full script
The play has ended
Their faces covered with blood and dirt
Yet they are not dead
They still have enough energy
To pick up their weapons and shoot us
We will fall
We will not have enough energy

I have more, go here.
 
My eyes are sore from all the crying
My heart turning to stone from all the longing
My body weak from all the drinking
My black hair about to turn grey
Yes, it’s nearly too late
Only a question of time until I
Will be DRY AGAIN
Only a question of time until I will be
FEELING NOTHING!
I can see it clearly now, on the horizon
Ugly black cloud called emptiness
Slowly approaching at a steady pace
And if things won’t take a dramatic turn real soon
then...NO, FUCK, NO!
Then it’s only a question of time until it’s
TAKING ME OVER AGAIN!
It is just so much more now
No longer am I a child, a naive little girl
With a typical obsession, dreamin’ of a rock star
No, I went through so much, suffered a lot
I’m a woman now and I’ m ready
But I ’m damned any way, that’s certain
Cause I know too well
that I’d be better off dead
than just fucking you once
I can’t go on like this
Beyond sick and tired of dwelling
But then I’d rather die
than just be another groupie
random piece of free ass
acting out of despair
Then leaving the tour bus as a lesser being
Humiliated
Choking on my own tears while burying my pride
(STAB ME IN MY PRIDE MOTHERFUCKER!)
Half a year of passion so rare
Was it all in vain?
Did I warmly welcome the fire
the badly missed sweet devotion
Back then...only to watch it
fade away again?
But it’s so much more now...
(Less than five years between us)
...or is it?
And both of us being artists
(but the muse in me has leprosy!
Is it ever gona heal, I wonder?)
Famous Finnish ice breakers
If only they would break the ice between us
Annihilate the deadly distance
Cursed be the distance, the ice
Slowly killing, freezing to death the passion
That was in bloom so little time ago
KILL THE DISTANCE!
Break the ice!
At least I feel SOMETHING
It’s still there
Not dead
Not dead...yet
Because there are few things dying as slowly as unfulfilled love.
 
The Lantern Nut said:
My eyes are sore from all the crying
My heart turning to stone from all the longing
My body weak from all the drinking
My black hair about to turn grey
Yes, it’s nearly too late
Only a question of time until I
Will be DRY AGAIN
Only a question of time until I will be
FEELING NOTHING!
I can see it clearly now, on the horizon
Ugly black cloud called emptiness
Slowly approaching at a steady pace
And if things won’t take a dramatic turn real soon
then...NO, FUCK, NO!
Then it’s only a question of time until it’s
TAKING ME OVER AGAIN!
It is just so much more now
No longer am I a child, a naive little girl
With a typical obsession, dreamin’ of a rock star
No, I went through so much, suffered a lot
I’m a woman now and I’ m ready
But I ’m damned any way, that’s certain
Cause I know too well
that I’d be better off dead
than just fucking you once
I can’t go on like this
Beyond sick and tired of dwelling
But then I’d rather die
than just be another groupie
random piece of free ass
acting out of despair
Then leaving the tour bus as a lesser being
Humiliated
Choking on my own tears while burying my pride
(STAB ME IN MY PRIDE MOTHERFUCKER!)
Half a year of passion so rare
Was it all in vain?
Did I warmly welcome the fire
the badly missed sweet devotion
Back then...only to watch it
fade away again?
But it’s so much more now...
(Less than five years between us)
...or is it?
And both of us being artists
(but the muse in me has leprosy!
Is it ever gona heal, I wonder?)
Famous Finnish ice breakers
If only they would break the ice between us
Annihilate the deadly distance
Cursed be the distance, the ice
Slowly killing, freezing to death the passion
That was in bloom so little time ago
KILL THE DISTANCE!
Break the ice!
At least I feel SOMETHING
It’s still there
Not dead
Not dead...yet
Because there are few things dying as slowly as unfulfilled love.

That's so beautiful, Latern Nut. :cool:
 
RESSURECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (because poetry rules)

Okay, this one I wrote for a girl I was crazy about...I send it to her and it proved a bit succesful, but we broke up twice within 3 weeks :erk: I must say it still stings a bit, although (or maybe because) we are very close friends.
Ps: I worked very hard on this one.

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YOU CARRY THE MOON'S SILVER TENDERNESS IN YOUR EYES
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Two short looks
Sweet and rewarding when they did fall
Killed my feelings, wrapped them withal
They confined me in their crooks
Enkindled me in the heart into which I was called

Every time, I see gentle lines,
Stroking my sight like divine silk, touching
Too soft to be made by man
They make me crave for one more touch
And one more, to last

Now in the world
Everything carries your scent
And chokes my breath with a soft, icy gust
Lays upon me restless heartfelt lust
And honest desire

Your gaze into the world reflects oversoul,
Showing me Angels' delight
For I melt and grow
When it catches me in its sight

Don't kill me before you know
What I really feel
When the light abandons my eyes


Still I cry when your face disappears
Dazed by the sting of pure love and threatened faith
I cry
I cry in circles, all for you
Every time I fail and you are gone
I cut the ancient scars, clotted blood flows
And warms my heart, gives me hope and strength
Maybe too little, maybe it’s just giving me the time
To be so parched that the sweet juice of your lips
Tastes even better than heaven itself
 
Delicate hands met mine

We are complete

Her face lit up my heart

Nothing will stand in our way



The pouring rain means nothing to us

Thunder strikes when our lips touch

We fear of no one but one



He is the universe standing in our way

My treasure’s hands belong to him

Buy her beating her belongs to me



We kneel before our Gods

Covering up our faults

Offering them all we possess

For lighting up a way



Evil shadows follow us

As we flee from our fear

All will be looking for us

All will rest at my demise



I see hope in her crystal eyes

Warmth of her body in my arms

Sensing the Gods angered at what we’ve done

But never will I give in



Hope is leaking from my hold

We will be led closer to our home



Coming of our separation

Is displayed in my nightmare

We will be torn from our arms

And send us to out deathbed

All will be looking for us

All will rest at our demise​
 
Hop to a shop on the beach and pay in may

when you get home
you'll need a torch to get in the porch

Catch a perch, then have sex with Jennifer Birch

Then go to bed
don't get wed
 
As the mornings first lights broke the darkness into scattered shadows, red eyes slowly emerged from their hiding. The profound odor of liquor weaved it's way through the dimly lit room. The sound of a million angels beating their wings, battering a soul with debt and in the calmed chaos to follow would collect . The earth smiled and accelerated its way across the galaxy. There in his bed he laid statically travelling at a velocity of 300.000 kilometers a second around the center of the known universe. Foggy memories blending in and out of their shady existence. On the floor lay the wallet, gaping in emptiness without purpose no longer... The tearing of synaptic gaps growing ever so loud. On his back with hands firmly holding on to his satellite, eyes closed... slowly drifted through universe in a gently choreographed dance never reaching a destination.


I WinnsZZ!!