Time for some poetry

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
And too cold

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket (Wrecked?) Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too fucking cold

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket (Wrecked?) Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
and too cold

These are beautyful lyrics for a song! :)
 
The air is filled with gunpowder.
As my bare feet touch the ground
I fill my lungs with this acrid smell,
it reminds me of my city.
I left my shoes at your place
cause you like them,
oh, and by the way,
I don’t need them anymore.
Wear my shoes tomorrow,
and the day after that,
keep using them love,
while I sink in the river,
keep using them,
while I swim home.
 
Poo Haiku

Sometimes when I fart
I am fooled by my bowels
Oops, I did a poo
 
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost
 
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

I've read that poem many times before, and I really do love it. Here's another of my faves:

Because I could not stop for Death by Emiliy Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.We slowly drove-He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-Or rather-He passed Us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet-only Tulle-We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice-in the Ground-Since then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity-
 
I'm kinda bored so I figured I'd post some of my random poetry here

one for Mima :) :

Your eyes are like an ocean,
In which I world like to drown.
Your lips are lovely red
I would like to kiss them
Your skin is so soft
Waiting to be toucht
When I’m with you
the whole world hears my heart beat
But I could never tell you this,
Because every time I see you
I ain’t got the breath to speak.



after seeing the movie Crash:

Hope will fail all of us.
It's no use to discuss
We will all not believe some day
There's nothing left to say
We won't care about life
We will all reach for the knife
We won't care about death
Our body will be covered in red.



After seeing Apocalypse now:

horror binds us all
it's our true nature that calls
the line has been overstepped
now there will be whept
the enemy will no longer breath
on our anger we feed
to his knees he falls
horror binds us all.

wtf
 

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I've read that poem many times before, and I really do love it. Here's another of my faves:

Because I could not stop for Death by Emiliy Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.We slowly drove-He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-Or rather-He passed Us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet-only Tulle-We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice-in the Ground-Since then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity-

:lol: we read this at work today for no operant reason
 
LOLs at GOB and Kayos! Man, whenever you guys get together, you crack me up! Anywayz, here's my poem i wrote on V-day:

My Trivium crusader
Your heart will be mine
I'll take it into my angel arms
Even if it means you have to die
Then i'll rip your face into shades of red
No it's not my blood
It's your dripping while you lay in your deathbed
As you go flying across the sky with no wings
My sharp love will tear you up so you better be with me no matter how much you hate me
Cuz when i want something that bad
I'll fucking get it under any circumstance!
 
I've read that poem many times before, and I really do love it. Here's another of my faves:

Because I could not stop for Death by Emiliy Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.We slowly drove-He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-Or rather-He passed Us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet-only Tulle-We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice-in the Ground-Since then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity-

It's one of my favs too, :D!

LOLs at GOB and Kayos! Man, whenever you guys get together, you crack me up! Anywayz, here's my poem i wrote on V-day:

My Trivium crusader
Your heart will be mine
I'll take it into my angel arms
Even if it means you have to die
Then i'll rip your face into shades of red
No it's not my blood
It's your dripping while you lay in your deathbed
As you go flying across the sky with no wings
My sharp love will tear you up so you better be with me no matter how much you hate me
Cuz when i want something that bad
I'll fucking get it under any circumstance!

Leena, I really hate being mean to you, it kinda looks like shooting on the red cross, but I can't help it this time...
These lines seems to have been written by a bored 8 years old child, bored to death and obsessed with blood, they doesn't make sense at all. Poetry is not only some rhyming lines put together, and I don't tell you that I don't like it because it talks about love. In these world there are also some beautiful love poems... maybe you should read them before making another attempt. If you want to read some just pm me and I'll mail you a couple of them.
 
I'm not insane! And Igraine, it does make sense. It makes sense to me. And just in case you're wondering, it wasn't for Alexi. Yeah, there are better poems/lyrics out there but i suck at making poems cuz i'm not that creative. I'm just a straightforward person so that's the best i'll ever make. Oh yeah, here's a pretty love song. COB should cover it:
I've seen you in a darkness
Your face in a dusk
Your silhouette in a shades
Eyes gliming full of lust
You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me

When cold northwind blows
I can smell your perfume
When frost bites
I feel your lips on my neck

I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be THE mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

I hear your lullaby, ah, that sweet melody
And I can remember those words
Which you whispered in my ear

You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me

I feel your loving embrace
In my dream I see your face
Your soft skin under my fingertips
And taste of your lips

I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do

(The time you spend with me
Was nothing but a dream
And that's the thing you see
You were the chosen one
We made love under neversetting sun
And that's everything)
I could do with you

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be the mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

(Dark desire dressed in black
You try to turn me your back
But you desire me
Like a darkness desires you
You try to forget, those times we spend together
But your desire is)
What bothers you the most

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be the mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

Do it, do it end your life
But don't tease me anymore, with your cries, repent
Repent
Repent whore