A Poem Thread

[invert_nexus]

Hmm, is it possible that the unnamed sibling is closer at hand than once thought...

Rosebuds are green, elusive and bitter
She didn't like it until it reached out and bit her.

[gendanken]

No, the unnamed sibling is the useless cunt on your campus preaching about Nietszche.
And Renan.
And Bierce.
And the State of the Fucking World Today.

She's the lazy carcass with no identity who's lost herself in a pontifficating piece of shit she calls 'boyfriend'. Time and stupidity has made him 'fiance'.
And Love has made the union one whole that's impoverished her of Self, sense, and passion.
A bloody cripple on Zoloft- 'tis the Sibling.

Roses are red, hemlock is black
The ugliest thing on the girl is her lack.

[Avatar]

Roses are read and corpses are pale
no difference for the blind.

[Avatar]

I flew down the sky
like a bird, like a star,
I flew to the ground
with the speed of the light.

The universe is mine,
my universe,
I'm flying the lasts seconds
of my universe.

Some windows open
and people scream,
some call the police
some call the doc,
but I laugh
and fly my universe,
reject the hands
reaching for me.

Diabolus,
spiritus,
quo vadis,
domine.

Domine,
oh domine,
nasci, nasci,
domine.

Oh yes, I rise
towards a new light,
creation
of new universe,
it is my,
my universe.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

[GuitarToadster]

There is time to waste you say,
as you sit there, doing nothing day by day.

Opportunities come and go
as you sit there and say so.

©1991 Christopher E Toutwid

[thefountainhed]

Intro

I've indulged in almost all pleasures of man,
taken refuge in being the scourge
of both privileged and downtrodden.

Yet my head remain high,
my heart knows no fear or remorse;
it won't yield to my desire,
won't bequeath my release.

I've satiated a lifetime of wishes,
rode with death to the river bed
and drowned him under a feasting night.

All under the effect of a lying, scheming adulterer

Ghosts chased under a wetting blanket,
remorseless sins on a dying man,
innocence gifted from a ripe girl:
the distasteful stench on my cold fingers,
and the head remains high on the noon.

I've package the gifts bequeathed me,
labeled each farce that bears a crucifix
and stabs in the promise of night,
addressed every box that contains
the remnants of diamond gilded swords
that could tear the arms of a steeled atlas.

I want to be one of them, yet I do not.

@2004 thefountainhed

[invert_nexus]

Roses are grey
matter like mind
if one never looks
one never finds.

[thefountainhed]

what the fuck?

[invert_nexus]

Don't like the poem? It rhymes...

[thefountainhed]

how so? Besides what the hell does rhyming have to do with squat? It's not about me liking the poem. You simply did not try and that pisses me off.

[invert_nexus]

I thought it was short and sweet myself. Grey matter. Color blindness. The invetitablity of not finding if not looking. Sorry to offend your poetic sensibilities. I personally find it much better than the original poem I posted pages ago, and you had no problems with it. You make me sad.
Edit: I tell you what. I'll try to work on a longer version with more verbage... I'm not a poet you know...

[thefountainhed]

Do not be sad.

I understand what your poem means, but I think you were lazy with that poem. Besides, do not compare.

[Avatar]

..look who's talking
----


[Desert dust]

Missing fingers, missing songs,
something happened
while you left.

Who will care,
who will try?;
nobody's gona make you cry.

Alone in the desert
you make me smile
living despite the bullets that fly.

The trashcan opens
and a man walks in,
beat him up with the devil within.

Empty people, empty dreams,
can kill thousands,
but the dust just swirls.

I hold my hand
to you, my friend,
let's go out this barren land.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

[GuitarToadster]

Here's one that I was gonna make into a dark metal song.... (still may)

Depression

Sitting amongst the rubble of my shattered dreams
feeling lost amidst the hopelessness
forgotten, foresaken and disregarded

In and out of sanity I roam, hunting for sanctuary
though my prey dodges unerringly
starving within my sould of tumultuous emotions

My heart falls clattering upon the cold stone
beneath and then above me demons rise
earth shattering screams from a sobbing throat

What is this I have come upon?
Could it be eternal damnation
or just a passing depression?

©1992 Christopher E Toutwid

[Avatar]

Smiles in the dark,
shadows walk
behind the barks
of the trees.

Under a cover,
under a tea leaf
shadows dance
when noone see's.

Who creates laughter
in the moonlight?
no spirits, no pixies,
but shadows laying in the grass,
talking, drinking with the stars.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

[Avatar]

A SONG

---

We rise, we rise,
ten slaves
rise after death.

We rise, we rise,
we go and slay those knights,
ten slaves rise after death.

Eat dust, eat dust,
our bones ar empty ,
eat dust, eat dust,
our teeth are slicing dust.

Your brain, your brain,
you look so tasty,
our immortal hands
tear your crust.

You know, you know,
there's nothing more than dust,
in you, in you
just a shadow pale.

We are immortal slaves,
we rise, we rise,
we rise after death.

And are strong, are strong,
ten times stronger
than those
who mutilated our flesh.

Ten slaves, ten slaves,
ten slaves are walking now
to the town, to the town
from the graveyard to the town.

Run, you people, run,
ten slaves are coming near,
they'll drink your blood
and play cards on your sins.

No god, no hell,
no abyss they are afraid,
they walk, they walk
after their own death.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

[thefountainhed]

look who's talking

Ok. What's chinese for shut the fuck up?

Invert knows what's up.

[Angelus]

Something Bleeds

Something bleeds inside of me,
it whispers to my heart.
Telling lies and telling truths
and tearing me apart.

Something dies inside of me,
I think it was my heart.
I'm begging you to tell me, please,
when did all of this start?

I am running from the cage
that you've built up just for me.
I am running from the scene
of my own catastrophe.

I am running from my mind,
it keeps telling me to stay.
But I've chosen my path now,
and I am going away.

Something bleeds inside of me,
it's drowning my old heart.
Something deep inside of me
says that this is just a part.

Something dies, and someone cries,
and I knew from the start.
It was going to be me, girl,
and now I'm falling apart.

I'm running from the prison
that my love has built for me.
I'm running from the stage
of my fucked up history.

I'm running from you, girl,
and I think that you know,
that it's time for me to leave,
yeah, it's time that I go.

Something bleeds, I think it's me
but I can hardly tell.
If this is pain then please explain
why before it felt like hell,

and now I don't feel at all?

Someone screams, was that just me?
I think I'm going to die.
This lightheadedness reminds of
what it felt like to be high.

And now I'm drifting away, girl.

[Avatar]

You are down, alone,
I say "hello",
you replay your sorrow,
"let's get out of now!"

A trashcan on rocks,
a flower on locks
you replay, replay
your chains.

I say: hello,
let's get out of now,
don't lay down, don't play dumb,
you are just one
alone and buried.

A broken wing is a wing of night,
you can fly, you can cry,
your tears are mine,
I receive the signals from your mind.

Don't replay, let's get out,
I lay down by your breath,
by your broken flesh
I say: "come now!"

---
© 2004 by Avatar

[sargentlard]

She is with me

Sargentlard
Copyrighted motherfuckers



I am thinking about the utter fascinations in life and making friends with shadows...and how only they will always promise to stay with you when all others abandon you.

I am thinking how in all its glory and splendor, all of its marvels and visions of arcadia available to gaze upon, a simple smile in the evening lit sun with true artistry can lighten the heart to unknown extents.

How all the mountains with their pretentious peaks fail to make the blood rush compared to simple scroll of a gentle finger down my arm leading to an eventual grasp of the hand.

I am thinking how, even when, I refuse to believe she keeps making me want to hold on. How, when I want to believe, she wants me to unwind and let go of everything.

How she will never let me rest and how will never let me frown all the while giving me the most bitter of pains...wrapped in the sweetest of a visage.

How she makes me mad so often yet I never seem to be able to tell her......not even being able to tell myself of the anger sometimes I have towards her.


I am thinking how she makes me go on yet makes me stay all the while making me think it’s my fault. I am thinking how I appreciate her for never lying to me even when the truth is too much to bare. I am thinking I am unfair to her and sometimes I thought I didn't deserve her because as long as I can remember she has been with me while deserting other more deserving men to bare her gift on.

I am thinking I should tell her more often through my actions that I love her...with all her faults and gifts.


Life...she is so funny with me...but I am thinking I am glad she is with me.