Share some poems you've written, I've written a few below..

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I've written a couple of poems recently, some with seriousness, others for humor. However, they are all written with effort. I'd appraciate feed back

Alone

The Angel's Crest is upon me as I slit my wrist,
The crimson blood rains down like tears on my skin,
I fall to a corner and plead insanity,
As only sanity could f--k me,
I laugh and sorrow and cry in joy for the pain,

You think you know me, but you don't think at all,
All the shit you've told are lies hitting home,
They send a message of death,
Tie the noose tight and hang myself tonight,

Fortune's view is of a black heart,
Stabbed in the back by those who'd proclaim friend,
The fiends have whispered behind me,
As they could not stand to tell me,
I'll dispose myself in anger, what have I to gain?

You've been playing deceit like fools gold,
F--king with my mind all of you,
Just kick the chair and let it fall,
I'll be at peace in eternal slumber,
For those who cared take off the mask,
I know it's an act,
I'm no longer blinder, now I can see,

I'll be here no longer down,
For insanity left me with a new view,
I'm optimistic in every damn way,
As my head is held high forever,
Forever and always as long as the neck is strained,
Strained by the rope that holds it to death...

Comment: I am not emo, I wrote this because it came as an idea. It was meant to sound emo however, possibly meant to be an over-exaggeration.

Fate's End

In the place of gods and immortal things,
I'll go to live as a celestial being,
Where the sun hangs high and the clouds stay cool,
It'll be the place that I come to call home,

When I dream, it's what I call paradise,
The only place I wish to be when I die,
The skies are gold, the land is pure,
Forbidden, forsaken, for the great to adhere,

I'll spread my wings and fly away,
Take my hand and I'll show you the way,
Though there is no exit when you pass the entrance,
You'll find this world to be plenty or more,

Follow me through the gates,
Divinity awaits past the door,
Feel the power as you near,
Intimidating, yet nothing to fear,

As we cross the opening we pass the lords,
Your judgment is something I shall adore,
Look around and you'll see it's a mess,
Fool, I've brought you to Death.

Comment: Yeah, interpreting that poem can be confusing. It's meant to be though. You can take it however you wish to, that's the joy of literature.

The squirrel, the fool, Mr. T, and Chuck Norris.

There in the dark it sleeps,
Preparing to attack, run you over like a Barbie Jeep,
The cheaps are high and well heard,
Out comes the squirrel, chucking acorns toward you,

You try to run but it's too fast,
See McDonalds isn't good, it's making you lack,
I bet you wish you ate it less now,
Now that the squirrel is biting you down,

It doesn't stop there, no not at all,
This squirrel has rabies and is mad like the Hulk,
It tears you apart, bite per bite,
It's useless, why try to fight?

It speaks German, such a manly tongue,
Oh your blood depletes, soaks with the ground like a sponge,
You cry in pain but there is no escape,
You pray for Chuck Norris, the great savior,

Then he comes over the horizon,
Mr. T too with the Foo Fighters,
You believe you;re saved, but not at all,
In fact they're here to get rid of your balls,

They kick you down and throw you aside,
A round house kick has forced you to die,
Now the squirrel simply scatters away,
There's only one thing left for Mr. T to say,

"I pity da foo."

The first one is extremely emo, but since that's what you were goin' for, then I guess it's good then, isn't it? The second one seems kinda deceptive, I didn't really read into it much. The last one was just plain funny 'I pity da foo.' :lol: I can't believe no one, no body, no person, no thing replied to this topic, seriously.

Thanks for replying Soul. I enjoy getting comments like those. :)

But I got some new stuff right here.

Toaster vs. Oven

The flight of war began with disgrace,
A toaster, an oven!

Toaster is a beast,
Oven is disease,
Together they plague the land,
Killing thousands at hand,

Toaster,
Oven,

They turn on each other,
Let the battle commence,
Toaster flings its toast,
Oven burns that thing,

Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven, Toaster vs. Oven,
Nothing like Sparta, Toaster vs. Oven

Organs flying, bodies dying,
Children crying, parents lying,
Warranty expired, injury fatal,
Put your face in the oven or the toast will burn it off!

The battle comes to a halt,
Toaster stares down oven,
Dramatic music starts,
Then they cross each other,

AND START

Toaster,
Oven,

Who’s gonna win?
Microwave explosion!

Comment: Yeah... written as sort of Death metal satire... all I can say.

Life Holds no Glories

I wake every morning forgetting my past,
I wake not thinking of the present,
I wake not knowing the future,
But as the day goes on I remember at last,
All the things I hold dear and treasure,
All the things I fear from torture,

So shoot me like I’m a dying horse,
Take away all the pain that floods fate’s course,
Let me bleed and if I survive,
Shoot again until I die,
If I get up and decide to live,
Take the gun and make me dead,

There’s no need to cry of heartache,
I understand you may miss me for a while,
But soon the time will come when I’m completely forgotten,
Lift your face so your eyes aren’t down,
There’s no need to face the tiles,
People die in life and sometimes not by nature,

I couldn’t have taken this any longer even if I wanted,
All the misery I’ve endured is like ghosts, I’m haunted,
So I’d ask you check my pulse,
Crush my life away with all your force,
If I breathe from the winds of life,
Then the Angels sing of eternal strife,

The air smells of a black irony today,
I was never one they’d thought would go so fast,
But maybe I was over estimated in the end,
I gave up on this passion of life because I felt betrayed,
I felt I’d failed in every way to complete important tasks,
I was really never fit to contend,

Before the years that I’d been met by peace,
I existed knowing what life disgraced,
But I felt emotions that were so new,
When they left me I was an empty body thinking of you,
And slowly that all faded away,
Until I became nothing but same,
With no sense of inimitable score,
I felt alone in the world,
So you see I was destined to die,
Even when my fate could fly,
Because it’d be on a crash course of lies,
So forgive me when I tried so hard,
To impress you but failed too much,
I fell to the end of the Earth, blacked out from this,
My life came unclear and I gave up on bliss,

So now you know my exacting words,
Could you really let me suffer like a dying horse?
The stairs are broken my life can’t go up,
It keeps tumbling down and tripping over everything tough,
So I ask you please to finish the job,
Shoot me dead until I’m gone,

Comment: The overall things being talked about in the poem reflect on my feelings at the moment... No, I'm not having thoughts of suicide, I don't need therapy, rather to express myself. I 'wish' I was dead in a figurative way, not literally.

Untitled

Sleep endlessly tonight,
And let the year slip by,
Tie my hands tight,
Arrest me from my life,

I've slipped away as the clock ticks by,
Arrange this desperation to rise,
When the sun comes up only one will stand,
But here I still wait for it to die,

Seconds feel like minutes but minutes fly by,
Hours feel like years even when time flies,
How can I escape my mind, it feels like a prison,
If I try to run its glass will shatter to my skin,
It feels like there's no end to this nightmare,

But there it is, the figure remains,
Here to save me from the day,
It spoke the words so clearly to me,
Let faith not fall so help your life today,

The moon fell cold and the Sun rose too soon,
I felt the breeze as it became afternoon,
I looked at the field to see what it owned,
A funeral of bodies was as a show,

There on the ground a rusted knife lay,
It glimmered in the ground with such sound shame,
I took its handle and found out too late,
What it meant to keep my Faith,

Comment: Hmm... Basically, a poem about guilt...

Fable and Fiction (Name Pending)

I write the story of my life tonight,
Fame, shame, ending with what should be mine,
It opens up with an infant's cry,
A dark morning where no one died,,
Smiles across the Child's face,
As he stared in innocence with no lies,
The introduction ends in this state,
Chapter one opens on this life,

Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Denounce me of my love before I reach my feet,

Oh, I see it now what a lie
I'll stab your back til you die,
Let you bleed then slide,
Cannibalism controls my kind,

The child grew so clean and cold,
Never feeling what it was to be loved,
He tried to stand on his own,
But emotions began to crush his bones,

Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Denounce me of my love before I reach my feet,

Bleed now, bleed your filthy sin,
Your life it's only been damned,
Shove you into a pool of love,
Only to be soaked with your blood,

I see the vision cross my eyes,
As life seemed worthless, an afterlife forever,
These things I'd treasure if I had your time,

But I burn in Hell watching what I threw away,
All the time I'd been given,
At a chance for redemption,

Laugh at me now,
With your infant laugh,
Laugh at me now,

But I burn in Hell shaking all the pain,

Laugh,
At me,
Now,

You see your pages have been written,
Written in the place of mine,
I'll break to freedom with some time,
But first your innocence shall be crime,

Fable, fable, fiction you see,
Love come back to me when I am free,

I'll stab the child, rip his heart out,
Eat his lungs, then tear him apart,
Because I want to be free.

Comment: I know.. Morbid. =/ Basically though, it describes a man who burns in Hell for taking his own life but in some way he's given the chance to kill a child to gain his life back.

There were so many poems, I'll read them all after i finish posting mkay? x_x

Stained Memory

I wanna write on the walls
Just write it all on the walls
But I’m binded by all their laws
So I sit there, and soak up all those flaws
And all my imperfections, such lovely imperfections
All my past mistakes that you helped me make
I don’t want to block them out, no
Let those stained memories come
And I use this pen, this keyboard, this brush, this can,
This camera, this rhythm, this song, and this dance
I’ll show u what I mean
As the art tells my story
As the brush moves in such painful strokes
And on these broken words my beautiful voice chokes
I’ll use these things to show you what I mean
That I’m just a broken little girl
Who just can’t be seen

I wanna draw it on the buildings
I’ll let the whole city know my name
And let them try to figure out
How my heart became so stained
Yet ignorance gets the best of them
And they walk right past my story
Right by me, right through me
It is me, it’s all me
I lay there on the ground
Simply crying my soul out
I’m writing my soul out!
Don’t you see it? Don’t you hear it?
Don’t you see me…?
I’ll leave this cold place; all I need is the ticket
This cold steel ticket, that’s trembling in my hand
The 99 millimeter aimed directly at my head
No one will know why I did it, and frankly no one would care
So I’ll paint this poem in the skies
With all my broken hopes, and disturbing lies
And the world will read my story, but will the world care?
And hey, didn’t anybody notice yet?
I’m no longer there…


This second one was a poem I was writting when my thoughts just kept splling out
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Lay down your head
On all past mistakes
Sit by and watch
While my heart slowly breaks
I keep running in circles
To escape your tight grasp
I have no where to go
And now you’re all I have
Your painful lies just sounded so sweet
As I fall towards the ground
Struggling to land on my feet
I stumble and fall, forgetting your former face
And I’m left all alone, in this unfamiliar place
I scream out my pain, my loneliness and fear
The sound doesn’t come close, to even penetrating your ears
Just take me sweet darkness, just make me feel numb
Save me from the demon that he made me become
I am scarred by that past, which I try to leave behind
My soul wanders the graveyard
Never making up its mind
So it searches and searches for an answer that isn’t there
A dead state has taken over
And my emotions have finally sobered
To a place that’s calm, away from you all
Fingers tracing the sky as I begin to fall
My life flashing before my eyes, only brought more cold memories
So I wonder when I’ll hit the ground
I’ll just wait here and not make a sound
Hit the ground…hit the ground
A state of shock, doesn’t put me in
Cause I’m reminded of my greatest sins
I’m sorry I’m sorry!
That’s all I could say
But it never took their pain away

I liked Fable and Fiction the most :)

Thanks. I liked your untitled one Saph, mainly because it felt like something I could relate to in many ways.

Never.

Never I said
Never it is to be read.
I’ve said no
Believe it so.

Never will I be back
It’s just me and my sack.
Now I must go on
For this is my last song.

I shall not return
Until my corpse has been burned.
My destiny has been told
There is a promise I must uphold.

I have been to many places
I have always returned to your faces.
But this time I did not see home
My ashes are placed upon a dome.

Never I said
Never it is to be read.
Never did I reach my bed
Never I said.

I like that poem Mystic. It's pretty cool. Good job. :)

Alright so I've written two new poems.. Both were actually written as songs.


Angels of Strife

The voices sing high above the clouds,
They sing of a day when we’ll drown,
The sky rains of scornful tears,
An omen that the end is near,

So now, watch and wait,
Fear the end as it comes to take,
Our lives at the hand of,
Misery,
And dig our lives,
Into our graves,

Life is running low,

How can such a song,
Of such beauty,
Sing of such horror,
How can life ring on?
When the Angels sing,
In eternity of our end,

Fire erupts from the sleeping ground,
Waking those who dream sound,
In an instant there’s a spread of fear,
The blood of our brethren begins to smear,

And here we’ll stay,
To lose our heads,
To the sound of Angels,
Singing,
And pitch our souls,
To bottomless holes,

Life is running low,

Why do such things,
Of good moral,
Destroy our community,
How can life ring on?
When the Angels sing,
On the day of our end,

-I see what’s happening now,
*We’re all being punished,
-Punished for the sins,
*Sins that we commit,
-Even if we don’t believe,
-Even if no lord exists,
-The crimes that we have committed,
*Are taking their toll now,

Life is running low,

The blood shatters now,
What tranquility was left to hound,
People run away in fear,
Leaving even those who’re dear,

With humanity slain,
A silence remains,
No word is sang,
After that day,
So all died,
As apocalypse was cried,

Comments: Written in expression of the idea of the end of the world and some biblical reference.. Turned out very nicely I guess.

Shades of Gray

Verse

All around me people say things they don’t mean,
Lying straight up to the face of everybody,
Taking chances, choosing sides,
The things that annoy me,

- Liar! -
- Liar! –

Chorus

Show your colors if you have any too,
Or is deceive your only tool,
I wonder what you’re thinking,
Truly when I speak to you,

*Do you just hide in your shades of gray,
*Trusting that I’ll believe every word that you say,
Well I’ve got a few words for you, (*Fuck)
I can see your all black and no lighter shade, (*You)

Verse

Tell me is the ball red or blue,
All I can see is fucking shades and hues,
Do you just pretend you’re my friend?
Would you really defend me?

- Liar! -
- Liar! –


Show your colors if you have any too,
Or is deceive your only tool,
I wonder what you’re thinking,
Truly when I speak to you,

*Do you just hide in your shades of gray?
*Trusting that I’ll believe every word that you say,
Well I’ve got a few words for you, (*Fuck)
I can see your all black and no lighter shade, (*You)

Verse

When you’re asked to choose a side,
Your standing in-between,
Then you cross the line to their side,
And completely ignore me,

Chorus

Show your colors if you have any too,
Or is deceive your only tool,
I wonder what you’re thinking,
Truly when I speak to you,

*Fuck you,

Comments: I wrote this one with the idea that people choose sides, they hide who they really are and they deceive you until the end using you up. People come in different colors, different shades, but when all you are is gray.. your a bland lie to the world.

Funkeh poems O.o

That first one reminded me of one of my old ones (What is lost) about the myth with the women at sea who sat on rocks and sang out beautifully to make the sailors come then eat them

here's one that i made, it's short but true 'cause it happened to me
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love will find u,
when you don't seek it
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i once quit on love in 7th grade, can u believe i fell in love a year after, he left me, i cried, i quited once more and fell in love again moths later, he left me too and when i was about to quit again i fell in love with someone very special. and still going

Yeah love can suck sometimes.

Love only EVER works if the other person loves you, otherwise, while you only have the thought to stay with that person the other person might see other people as you see you.

Well.. Here's a poem that I'm working on. It's actually lyrics to a song I'm making. I call it We Ride War Ponies Tonight

Ride, ride, ride… (x4)

The skies are gray with a smell of decay,
And all around me people lay dead
With my sword to my side, I ride on tonight,
Four trusty horsemen guide my fight,
Two to my left and two to my right,
Where we come from is unknown,
All of them will die, little do they know

Riding on our war ponies, we take the heads of those in our way,
We devour all the lives that we come across, we’re here only to slay,

looks good so far :B):