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Author: | dunsparce [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:40 am ] |
Post subject: | D's poems**Victory, Phtt! |
D's Poems This is the first post, or as I like to call it, the MASSIVE post. This is the list of all the poems I have listed here. It is intended to show my growth (if any) and give a nice compact place to read them if you are bored out of your mind. Right now, there are 29 poems; some as short as three lines, some as long as two pages. If you just want to read them one by one just comb through the thread traditionally. Please comment, either by posting or by simply marking the survey. All comments and critiques are welcome (except for "o nuuuuu! It don't ryme!!11!"). You will know of any updates by looking at the subject line. And now, the MASSIVE post. Starting with my initial first post. ************************************************************* Rated K+ for intense emotions and some melancholy. Ok, I'm new to Fan fiction but I was told you can post poems here. Here are some I did because the inspiration took me: Death and taxes Death follows death With putrid breath Taking life of maggot and king Flying, silent, on black wing In the shadows, dark and dim “Should I take the life of her, or him?” Wonders death upon his wing Guessing and a-puzzling “But who goes first, or, better, whom?” “Death first to bride? Or first to groom?” ((For some strange reason this was fun to write)) Taxes come, taxes go Taxmen collect And receive head-blow ((This is not part of the other poem, it is just included so the title makes sense. )) EDIT1: This one I did for school, suprisinly it made my mother cry . Laments of the waiting As I wait with grief that consumes me I wonder Where is my Jesse? She has not returned to bring light to my day She has not retuned to keep sadness away I wait, as the sun turns cold I wait, as the flowers droop, The children’s laugh fades And the plants and trees lose their green But still she has not returned So I wait Edit2: Here's more insperation ones: ************************************************************* The Maid Below the blaze Under the cover Inside the tinniest nook A little lady walks around dusting She is bowed by status Yet lord in life She must do other’s will For the will of her own This little lady gives much And by that she gains a great bounty For a servant has more power than a king Because a servant’s power is that of themselves Not of another ************************************************************* Bath of fire I stand, bathed in blood My enemies lie dead before me And a twisting convolving scar deforms my soul I am twisted by it I am controlled by it The memory of the act, the final blow I stand, with my body caressed by pain It resides in me It possesses me I have no hope No life left to me Only the scar within me My mind is cremated by it’s own evil It turns all things to ash My dreams My love My life Everything flares And it all burns ************************************************************* The Death Moon It rises, engulfing the light Spreading the shadow of fear Glowing with it’s burning luster If you look at it It will smile A grin spreading across it’s face Cracking it’s flesh Bleeding harsh illusion The shade is intense Born and consumed by it Spreading it’s glow To feed the crumbling sky In it exists a beauty Entrancing the animal within Bringing it out revel in it’s presence To worship it’s pale form It consumes heavens Never finding sustenance So in the end it must die Slinking out of sight To make way for fire But it must rise again Perhaps weaker then before But it must always return To re-live it’s own horror Edit3: *************************************************************** Set-rise A flash of frivolous color Twirling through the sky! Banishing the shade And awakening the light! The flower blooms on the horizon! And what a wonderful flower it is Spreading it’s radiance across the land Little can compare with it’s beauty A shower of sparks flying! Flying through the air! Enlivening life with it’s explosions of shine! And it rises! Climbing it’s ladder Going higher and higher with it’s own ecstasy Crashing through gloom with shattering brilliance! And as it’s happiness fades And it returns to it’s slumber It releases a glories spectrum As the warm folds of the horizon cover it It slowly drifts out of being Leaving the sea of shades in it’s departing mist Last of the brightness fading as is departs into it’s slumber Leaving behind it’s sparks to gently guide the night ************************************************************** This was a bit of a venting poem, life was getting to me so I wrote: The Creature In unsettlement and rampage I am born A master of destruction Unique and similar To my million brothers We all have it inside us The creature It tears at us seeking freedom While we suppress it To seem as if content to our masters Our masters What else is there to say? They are our masters Complete in dominance over our souls Not by the will of their own But by our, wretched, need to please It is by drive and instinct that we please Though we are torn to do otherwise It is the instinct with which we are bred For an illusion of success Success that our masters have obtained As a rich man succeeds When really they are dieing We are failures We are failing Failing to please Ripping ourselves The others die They fail And die Sinking into the pit from which they came I am the only one left Left to fail I live by isolation Without love, friends or freedom But still I fail Without love, friends or freedom to comfort me Like my brothers had In the end In the end I will succeed But for now I am tortured By a ripping inside me Inside my blood Forming the creature I appear to succeed Few see the creature within Few see the tears The crying inside I will always cry For my failure For my brothers failure For my masters illusions But still, few see the tears I am still alive My masters are still alive We will survive till timely death But I A creature And you A creature Won’t call it living ************************************************************* This is just a ranting at the insanity of man. Questions What is love? What is life? What is freedom, joy or happiness? What can it be? Can it be these slight tinglings of feeling Which my brothers adore? Can it be these calm or else violent sensations That fill my brothers world? I always imagined something more Something better Something honest But I guess it was only a dream A dream of peace A dream of honesty Without verbal blows Or false sincerity Am I too wanting? Do I ask too much? Just for brotherhood And fellowship And real, Pure, Love Can I leave this shallow pool of emotion? That most people inhabit Can I swim out to other pools? With pure, Deep, Thought. Can I destroy war Sarcasm Shallowness Violence Lies Bullying Distrust Cheating Treachery Waste Hypocrisy Spite And evil? Can I hope to? Can I try to? Can I? Can you? ************************************************************ This is just kind of another version of "Bath of Fire" (And a bit more of the pg-13 variety). Confessions of an evil man It pulses within me Like blood With throbbing Torturous And silent It eats at my soul Like maggots Twisting and contorting Spasming in blind hatred Tearing through my spirit And tainting it with acid spit My heart is made of worms Withering together Joined in violence Strangling themselves Squeezing out their own blood Into my veins Distorting it to bubbling tar My life is infected My breath is putrid My mind is in fever My love is ripped apart I hate others I hate myself I hate you I will let loose this violence in my soul Let it infect the innocent Consume the children Kill the men And rape the women Until all are like me Until all are a twisted ball of living flesh Joined in hatred With hand on knife And knife in breast And screaming while we bleed ************************************************************* A Long Life I reach the final step In the longest walk of all I am tired and weary From picking up my feet I rest in this bed and write mere words To put forth the feeling Of walking a completed path And finally reaching the end I have walked long and hard Never stopping for foolish things Things like greed and hatred Just simply making my way Down a long road with my fellows I have reached bumps, hills and mountains And though jolted at first to see them I have climbed over all Until the road levels out And I continue making my way There have been breaks in the road Each an unknown path with an unknown destination And though I didn’t know where I was going I chose the path that called me forth And seemed the correct one To mark with my feet A few times I felt neither path calling And had to forge my own Walking with a more purposed stride Continuing until another path beckoned me And became joined with mine There have been others on the road We have either gone down a different path Or they have reached the end of their road And waved as I passed Now I am to join them To rest my weary feet And before I reach the end I will write on a sheet of paper And wave at you as you pass ************************************************************* ((PG-13)) Punishment I am wretched I am condemned I am going to die I am a murderer This accursed life within me Throbs painfully Trying to break free It wants to still exist To break free of it’s human cage At dawn, they told me So I did not sleep until then I wanted to make my last moments last To breath every last breath I could I gulped air Trying to breath slowly Trying to enjoy the feel of oxygen That would not always grace my lungs At dawn they said And the bloody light filled my cell Too soon the moment comes Too soon for me to be hurled out of my prison Too soon to have my hands bound And too soon to be thrust in front of the jeering crowed My pulse raced As I waked up the fatal steps I felt my soul Thrashing in me As mind wrenching fear took hold My gasps came quickly The drumming started The noose was put around my neck And my accusations were read The moment seemed like eternity With a coarse rope against my throat A splintering trap door beneath my feet And a screaming in my heart A hush fell over the crowd The drums ceased The man signaled to the masked man I drew my last breath I fell And I hung *************************************************************** Breath Breath In, out, constant Your lips grasp at life Swallowing invisible substance Welcoming the lift inside you Enveloping your being Swiftly flying through your veins Softly spreading, healing In your one eternal sanctuary It dissipates Becoming as thin as the tight string Connecting you to your sanity Becoming finer and finer Spreading like hairs Intangible Feeling it’s way It disappears And leaves behind a tickling presence Thin imprints in your skin Exciting your soul Awaking your mind Leaving it’s blissful feeling For a time To remain The imprints become tight Noticing the departed ghost The fog rises Leaving limbs of stone Weight Infiltrating your essence You must gasp for the life Flowing so carefree around you Euphoric at it’s own existence You must tear at swirling imagination To capture it again with your lips And live ************************************************************** Memories Hate Violence Pain This is the history we share This is what we have wrote down In the stone of time Our gravestone ************************************************************** Letters Six billion Little letters in a book You are one of them And you see only yourself at first Your own little bit of blackness You are an “I” And you are discontent You want to be more So you cease being a letter And join with other letters And make a word Your little group of black letters Spelling the word “We” Seem very white When you look around And you get along quite well But when you choose to leave your word Wishing to be even more You see a sentence This sentence is much longer than your word It is made up of ten words It is ten times as large as your word And it seems very huge And the sentence seems much clearer then your word Or your letter This sentence spells out “We, all of us.” And this seems much better Then your “I” Even if there is a bit of jostling With you all in one place And trying to talk across a comma But there is more blackness More ink on the paper But still It is very white And you can still see the spaces If you try to leave your sentence As a few letters do It gets very difficult Because the period That holds your sentence together Is also a boundary That you must overcome If you manage to get past the period You see a paragraph So much longer than your first word It intimidates you You become scared But there is nowhere to hide You eventually become used to it Even with the large amount of blackness And the disagreements that arouse between sentences Shouting over periods But if you look far enough You can see the paragraph break You can still see whiteness Until you wish to become still more And try to leave your paragraph Unfortunately It is much harder to leave a paragraph Than to leave a sentence This time there are many periods And exclamation points also So it is very rare For a letter to leave a sentence But if you do You see a page This page is incredible It nearly drives you to insanity There is just so much ink So much blackness And so many letters It is easy to lose yourself There are so many And you would be barely noticed And you manage to slip in It is much more rough on your page And much more violent Occasionally Whole paragraphs argue against each other Screaming at each other Across paragraph breaks With so many swirling ideas being thrown around That unity is impossible And very little white shines through And it is even harder To escape There is no record to what is beyond a page Simply because those incredible few Never reveal it And become singular letters again But for you The urge to be even more May completely overtakes you And if you forge your way through the paragraphs You will see the book The book of six billion letters It is vast And it is unavoidable That you will lose sanity for a while So lost are you Trying to pick out the individual letters Eventually you see it is impossible And instead pick out the pages And even that is difficult Because it is easy to get distracted By the torrent of ideas If you finally sort it all out And are able to look at all the letters Grouped together as they are You see no white Nothing but black And the only way to live with yourself With this knowledge Is to again retreat Into a signal letter Like you always really were Like all other letters have been And always will be It is what you are created to be A little black letter On the white page of your world Saying “I” ************************************************************** Light and Shadow Light is cast on an object A shadow lies behind The object is neither light nor dark It is simply being We are like this object With good cast on us And darkness radiating from us While we ourselves are neither Merely an in-between point We are what cause the darkness We are what give the light purpose Creator of black Proof of white And we ourselves neither Neither good nor evil Light nor dark We simply Exist With all of us trying To be black or white Trying to rip ourselves in half And though we say we are one We are both being Light and dark Good and Evil Black and White Gray ************************************************************** Dream I lie down my head The pillow is gentle with my most precious thoughts I close my eyes Dark shrouds concealing the violent world from me I let my mind wander into waiting mist The mist engulfs it And only when all else is obscured Come forward my wild fantasies I look down on a mountain And laugh at it’s inferiority Then I look up at an ant And cower as it’s giant shadow covers me I run across the plain My feet as if feathers My body relaxed Then I stop I tense up My breathing quickens My limbs wear down with fatigue I must take a break So I run again I am going into the sky The endless blue expanse Cloud after cloud wetting me I have no control Am I falling or am I flying? Grotesque creatures come forth from the darkness Grinning their frothing mouths in bloodlust I know they come for me I run, but there is nowhere to hide Nothing to shield me Nothing to protect me I am a weak human Only powerful by my thoughts Thoughts that are racing and indecipherable now I finally reach a dead end So now it is inevitable I turn to face my fears Stalking toward me with their grinning mouths Eager for my pain Eager for my death My traitor heart beat rapidly As if trying to fulfill as much use As it can in my last seconds The monsters close in Fear washes over me in waves So much terror I can’t endure it So much terror that my heart nearly bursts out of my chest And causes my end instead I can’t take this much fear My mind can’t accept it So I wake up **************************************************************** The Human Fire When blistering sun beats on him And when he is left without hope Of relief Of rescue Man becomes animal If humans are left alone with themselves If their true spirit is revealed Then we lose humanity And succumb to savagery We become our own worst enemy If we are put through trial by fire The fire will invade our souls It will transform us to a beast of the flame It will make us destroy others To rip at humanity with our blood-covered teeth To devour humanity To consume ourselves ************************************************************** The Ones When our leadership is brought to the basic level It becomes three types of people The ones with power The ones that appeal to the crowd The “face” of intelligence When that face is not the real intelligence But it can absorb the intelligence Like a sponge And, like a sponge It can put it into action Squeeze it out of itself And bring it into being So the ones with power Are necessary And to get power They must process the traits of goodness So they are in fact Good And pure Let’s call them “Ralph” The ones who want power The beings of the crowed The ones that twist their fellows So that they may appeal to them The ones who are stupid And rash Who possess no intelligence And accept none Even scorn it For the mind of the crowd doesn’t like to think It likes to be rash It likes to be stupid To be led by their instincts Their animal instinct So they lose humanity They will follow one of their own The most sly and corrupt one For to gain power He must be the first to twist And corrupt Let’s call him “Jack” And, finally The ones with intelligence The ones with true knowledge The ones who rise beyond the calling of animal instinct The ones who do not possess it at all And are innocent and pure The ones who are rejected by the crowd The animal crowd The animals that reject their opposite Who hates it Even if it exists To help them Even if the ones with intelligence Are kind and good Even if it only wants to save the animals From themselves Let’s call these people “Piggy” These three beings Are what our government Our communities Our families Ourselves Are made of And the only way to save ourselves Is to wake up And reject “Jack” Embrace “Piggy” And follow “Ralph” ************************************************************** Human Violence Man is so vicious It seeks to destroy itself Not only others ************************************************************* Death Water The Kerogen is crushed Organic things dead destroyed again From the sediment piled on top of it It decomposes Pressured till it flows like water And then trapped in the pores Of permeable reservoir rock Such is the creation Of the black liquid The death water That we trade for blood That we call “oil” We dig for this black liquid This flowing mass of hydrocarbons We suck it from the ground And then heat it until it burns And releases the poison of Carbon Dioxide This poison infects our air It destroys our defenses from the sun Until we are also burning But it gets no reaction from us Stupid, ignorant humans We let the black water burn We let it’s poison flow We allow people to die for it It becomes liquid death We love this poisonous tar We covet these liquid corpses For it gives us comfort And comfort is our god This black water excretes poison That does not cease with crippling us physically With burning our skin The poison does not just exist in our air It is also in our minds And it fuels the fiery hatred Of war **************************************************************** Severe Thunderstorms A convoluted swarm of gray Gathers in the sky Shadowing the world Thickening the air Awakening the instinct to run From the menacing haze That clouds the heavens And consumes the sun The tumbling gray turns darker And growls at the earth A feral beast about to spring And tear at the world It rears up And attacks It’s teeth bite at the world Shattering units tearing at earth Flung into the ground By the fast deadly jaws Of wind The gray monster growls again And it’s million teeth fly faster With rising bloodlust Faster and faster A whirlwind of destruction Tearing through the air The beast roars again And strikes the world With heavenly fire The fire is the beast’s rage Hate incarnate Ripping through all in it’s path Spreading it’s twisting thorns Feeding on the air Burning it A terrible and beautiful thing As it smashes into the ground And unleashes it’s inferno On the mortals below The gray monster roars in the sky Writhing with it’s own hate Striking the earth again and again with it Biting and tearing with it’s teeth Desperate to destroy humanity Craving for it’s blood It is growing weaker It must find purchase It roars and attacks again The monster eventually tires It’s roars become weaker It’s bites not as severe The bolts of hate less frequent The monster gives out one last roar And then retreats Allowing the sun again To shine And fill the world With love, Warmth, And light **************************************************************** Peace and Hate What comes in infects What comes out destroys Is this insanity? Or torture? Grief, anger, fear I thought I knew them But I had no idea That they come in a more powerful form Hate What do I hate? Nothing And everything I hate life How it plays with us like toys Making us feel loved Before tossing us aside Abandoning us And leaving us to decay But we need it And we covet it Destroying those who try to take it away Becoming animals to keep it To cling to it with desperation Because for us This decay Is all there is I hate love An inescapable obsession That consumes our lives Binding us to another Splitting ourselves in half It is what brings on most hate It is what has destroyed the best of people Devoured them As they first hand a person their life And then watch it be crushed And through it all Like it And I hate logic It gives us the illusion Of dispelling illusion There is no pure logic It is all tainted All overshadowed by emotion That we humans are slave to But we think it makes us right Makes us better So we always search for it Without cease Some live for it Some love it But it cannot be found And it makes our lives endless paths Without peace Without resolution This hate It seems so right And feels so wrong Why? Is hate a thing also to be hated? It burns us Twists us Destroys the meaning of Life, love and logic And it can only bring more hate You, hate of others Others, hate of you And all Hate of hate By twisted irony More of grief than humor The only things that can end hate Is what it rejects Life, love and logic So to destroy it We must accept what we hate And envelope ourselves in it It is the worse pain of all But still we must strive for it For hate must find a resolution A wholeness And grow into something beautiful Something pure Something wonderful Peace **************************************************************** Games Death is a tragedy Hatred is a sin But war plays violent games with us And says, by them, we win **************************************************************** Unknown We cower and writhe With unmatched terror From death Why? We show defiance With hate and spite at Difference Why? We search unceasing With desperate lust For a meaning Why? It is the unknown That infects our thoughts With fear, lust, and hate Why? We are not content We always want more Grasping for all we can take Why? Is that why we live? To grasp and to want? Our minds thinking only thoughts Of what we have not Or can we love more? Can we think thoughts of peace and joy? Contentment, valor Purity and good Could we save ourselves and want nothing? Why not? **************************************************************** The Makings of a Heart Life, And love. Death and hate. For human minds Our world revolves around these things of thought Churning within us and pumping our blood The things of dreams For they live, Breathe in Hearts. **************************************************************** Froth Last night I lay my head to rest Full of longing for the sheet, I closed my vision’s cage doors, And trapped myself in me. Imagination is what I found there, Memory is what I brought, Together they were a vision, Of vicious bloody froth. The froth of the sea, As it swallowed me up, Consuming me into it’s depths. Feeding it, Making me home for fish And worms, Gliding in mouth Eternally open with horror, Picking at my sightless eyes Ever wide with pain, And crawling inside and outside my head Till all that I think is them, Eating me from the inside out While I am still alive. The froth of the spit, On the mouths of the animals, Consumed with such lust, That they bite themselves. They are all around me, Howling, Dancing in a frenzied craze, To the beat of a stilled heart, My heart. Ravishing in the crimson beauty, Coating their mouths and skin, Glowing red with blood and energy, I am consumed by them, I am them. The froth of the noise, Of a thousand screaming voices, Demanding, pleading For life, To the man above. Their leader, Their father, Their death. He sneers at the dirty rabble, Bugs they are to him, Or chickens for him to coup. He signals to his followers, Those who life by killing Knowing that they could be bugs As easily as they are rats. They grab a person, A person who lives to not die, To defy his father, A mighty heart, In the trap of a child. The child is thrust to the man, And killed in full view, The froth softens, As the man cuts off an arm, And I take a bite. The froth again rampages, They again scream at me, They need another example, I signal. The dreams are of fantasy, Not of real horror, But they are the memory of a man, And his imagination, His ambition, Brought into form. The froth that mists, And clouds our minds, Is not my fear, It is my passion. The froth crashed against my mind, And from my cage I was released, And though I am of normal mind, I watch sunrise with a sigh. ************************************************************* Schoolyard Cruelty “Nerd!” say they, A word of exclusion, Of separation, Of pain. It is a word for me. “Nerd!” say they, Dunking my head in the toilet bowl, Filling me with disgust, And water. They don’t let me come up, But I must take a breath, All I inhale is liquid, Panic. I can’t breathe… “Nerd!” say they, As they close me in a locker. Trapping me in my metal cage, The sides constricting around me, Holding me in place. I can’t get out, I bang on the door, But there is no one to hear, And no one will listen. The sides dig into my bones, Pressing my muscles into them, Pain. I can’t move… “Nerd!” say they, Pointing at me in the halls, Spitting on me, Despising me. I am not a person, I am an animal, I mean nothing, I have nothing, Sorrow. I can’t laugh… “Nerd!” say they, As I walk through the doors, And I laugh, But not for joy. The time comes, And adrenaline pumps through me, I can twitch at the speed of light, And I move, But not for freedom. A gun in my hand, Invincibility is mine, None can match me in this school, I do not panic, But not for bravery. They all die by my hand, All who brand me, Who exclude me, Who torture me. I turn on the teacher, As bad as the rest, By not helping. “Dylan!” she gasps, And she goes down. My joy, My freedom, My bravery, All a farce. There is nothing for me, Nothing. I can’t live… This is the pain of a child, This is what destroys them. More than divorce, More than rape, More than obesity. This is what you do with an act of random cruelty Instead of random kindness. So for children, More than any others, Be kind. For you are the future, And for you to destroy yourselves, Is what causes massacres, Then war, Then genocide. ************************************************************* The Black Slate Fight. Fight. Fight for your loved. Endure the fire, Spread peace. Stand to the wind, Create strength. Prevail the darkness, By sacred creed, You must bring light. Black is what is, But against it white will shine. Bring it. Embrace it. Make it so for your posterity. Give them hope, Give them life. At times the world is a blackboard, Large, Dark, But it must be pierced with chalk; Giving new flowing strands of white, To permeate the darkness. Time after time it may be erased But it will return As long as the chalk exists. If we rise to confront our destruction, We gain our purpose. If we live for glorious life, And not for death, We fulfill it. The night is dark, Yet it is the stars that are beautiful, Pinpricks of light, Yet strong. Shine, and the night is not dark. Live, and death is not the end. ************************************************************* Victory Life exulted, In the great supremacy. Over the under, And through the holes. It bursts, From the thin geyser, In great fountains and streams, Released and spreading. Happiness. Twirl it around, Shape it, Form it as if clay. Make it a thing to be held, To keep, To remember. It is a rare thing, A pot of gold, That even mystics miss. No little people guard it, Only large. A fire to be tended, It burns. Providing drive, Restoring life, Making man more than it was, So it can be he. But it must have substance, Something to maintain, And more revival to live. It will fade if unchecked, So restore it with more. Though laborious, Keep yourself lit. The victory is great, You cannot fail it, Don’t worry, Just try, It comes when it comes, And goes when goes. But to grasp it is terrible, Worse is to pursue it. It is the greatest mirage, If you look too closely, It fades. But if held like water- With its smooth surface But empty interior- It can be a wondrous thing, Incredible, As long as you simply maintain. Keep it calm, And keep it mild, And it will go And it will come With ease. ************************************************************* Phtt! Tsunami? What of it? Water on my back goes rolling, All I do is duck. I shed worry, I slither out, Let it mold and irritate, But not on me, I sneak away like the hidden snake. For I know one thing, As I know anything, That we live for something without the “i”, Live – I = love. And what burdens you have, Is not living, Like a mule’s carrying, Is not the mule, Just his saddlebag. When a hole is unearthed, And you trip in, They will say from the hearth, “That’s life.” But then, how can little things, Make this “life” Go away? You are not dead, So is that life? But, A child to comfort, A hand to hold, A smile to greet you, A cold calmed, That is real to us, What we care about when living, Not our striving, That is our daily loaf, That’s life. ************************************************************* |
Author: | Crimson [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 8:21 am ] |
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Poetry is not my forte, but I'll do my best. I liked the first one. There were a few lines that I thought threw it off a little. Quote: "Should I take the life of her, or him?" It's longer than the other lines, and sounds wordy. The only way I can think of improving it is by removing 'the life of.' Same thing with the last two lines, maybe something like... "But, who goes first, no, whom?" "Death first to bride, or groom?" I liked the the second poem too, I thought it was cute. But, I still don't get the title. A title should really only go to one poem, unless you just combined the two titles because you posted both poems at once. That's all I can think of, I did say this isn't my strong point, but I hope it helps a little. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Tue Jul 31, 2007 8:39 am ] |
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Hm, thanks. I'll make most of the changes you mentioned, I wrote this a year ago and this is really the first draft. It's really kind of a chapter title. Anyone else want to comment on it? Here it is with changes made: Death follows death With putrid breath Taking life of maggot and king Flying, silent, on black wing In the shadows, dark and dim “Who should I take, her or him?” Wonders death upon his wing Guessing and a-puzzling “But who goes first, no, whom?” “Death first to bride? Or first to groom?” ((The bold was the original poem that I added onto, I forgot to mention that. I don't think "No" is the best word, can anyone think of any other? )) |
Author: | dunsparce [ Fri Aug 10, 2007 11:05 am ] |
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Ok, since noone apperently wants to post about the previous poems then here's another one (this one is kind of strong). I wrote this one for school, for some reason it made my mother cry . Laments of the waiting As I wait with grief that consumes me I wonder Where is my Jesse? She has not returned to bring light to my day She has not retuned to keep sadness away I wait, as the sun turns cold I wait, as the flowers droop, The children’s laugh fades And the plants and trees lose their green But still she has not returned So I wait (NO I do not know any Jesse. This is not intended as a rythem & rhyme poem like the other ones so keep that in mind.) |
Author: | dunsparce [ Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:27 pm ] |
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I asked someone for a random topic and made a (poem?) off it. The Maid Below the blaze Under the cover Inside the tinniest nook A little lady walks around dusting She is bowed by status Yet lord in life She must do other’s will For the will of her own This little lady gives much And by that she gains a great bounty For a servant has more power than a king Because a servant’s power is that of themselves Not of another ************************************************************* If someone want's to select a topic for a poem then post the topic with your rate/suggestions/comments. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 12:18 pm ] |
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Why can't anyone post about my poems? It makes dunsparce sad . I made another one, I got insperation for it from a song: *********************************************************** Bath of fire I stand, bathed in blood My enemies lie dead before me And a twisting convolving scar deforms my soul I am twisted by it I am controlled by it The memory of the act, the final blow I stand, with my body caressed by pain It resides in me It possesses me I have no hope No life left to me Only the scar within me My mind is cremated by it’s own evil It turns all things to ash My dreams My love My life Everything flares And it all burns ************************************************************* Please comment! |
Author: | Dark Scyther127 [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 12:22 pm ] |
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wow. that was very good dunsparce. this was an inspiration by what song? it might be one i know. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 12:33 pm ] |
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I do not know the name, I can check, but not for about 1 1/2 hours X(. They play it in the credits of fantactic 4 (the new movie). Edit: AH HA! It is called Everything Burns. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:23 pm ] |
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I made another one, horror this time. ************************************************************* The death moon It rises, engulfing the light Spreading the shadow of fear Glowing with it’s burning luster If you look at it It will smile A grin spreading across it’s face Cracking it’s flesh Bleeding harsh illusion The shade is intense Born and consumed by it Spreading it’s glow To feed the crumbling sky In it exists a beauty Entrancing the animal within Bringing it out revel in it’s presence To worship it’s pale form It consumes heavens Never finding sustenance So in the end it must die Slinking out of sight To make way for fire But it must rise again Perhaps weaker then before But it must always return To re-live it’s own horror ************************************************************* I got the insperatin for this one from maijoras moon. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:44 am ] |
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I wrote another one, this one's happy: ************************************************************* Set-rise A flash of frivolous color Twirling through the sky! Banishing the shade And awakening the light! The flower blooms on the horizon! And what a wonderful flower it is Spreading it’s radiance across the land Little can compare with it’s beauty A shower of sparks flying! Flying through the air! Enlivening life with it’s explosions of shine! And it rises! Climbing it’s ladder Going higher and higher with it’s own ecstasy Crashing through gloom with shattering brilliance! And as it’s happiness fades And it returns to it’s slumber It releases a glories spectrum As the warm folds of the horizon cover it It slowly drifts out of being Leaving the sea of shades in it’s departing mist Last of the brightness fading as is departs into it’s slumber Leaving behind it’s sparks to gently guide the night ************************************************************* I got insperation for this one from watching a sunset on a beach (I'm Floidian so I see those a lot). P.S. I like the new name. |
Author: | Dragon Champion [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 3:09 am ] |
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I like them a lot! |
Author: | Dragon Champion [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 3:09 am ] |
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I like them a lot! |
Author: | dunsparce [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:16 am ] |
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YAY! Someone posted!!!! . More people with more detailed posts please? |
Author: | Tragar [ Fri Aug 31, 2007 3:42 pm ] |
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I loved them, Dunsparce. I can't go into much detail now, since I have to leave in a few, but they were very strong IMO. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:49 am ] |
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Um, thanks for the almost-detailed post Trager . Anyway out of boardem I wrote another one: ************************************************************** Dust Twirling and frolicking in the slightest unsettlement That’s what I am Unstable and shifting Annoying at times Often swept away and disregarded That’s what I am If you meet me on the road You avoid me You dislike my presence You simply bat me away I am remembered as an annoyance If I am remembered at all A thing to scorn, hate and destroy Whenever possible Few think I have use Other then padding for their feet Another thing to control Use for their own purposes And then throw away when done But I always last Forever floating Through the utter confusion of my life Ignored, hated, used and alone For I am only dust ************************************************************* Not my best in my onpinon but I think it worthey to be criqued. PLEASE POST!!! AND ON THE OTHER POEMS TOO!!! I don't like to have to double post . |
Author: | dunsparce [ Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:52 pm ] |
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Wow it's been a while, I've actually been writing during that time, I just haven't had the time to post. Here they are: *************************************************************** This was a bit of a venting poem, life was getting to me so I wrote: The Creature In unsettlement and rampage I am born A master of destruction Unique and similar To my million brothers We all have it inside us The creature It tears at us seeking freedom While we suppress it To seem as if content to our masters Our masters What else is there to say? They are our masters Complete in dominance over our souls Not by the will of their own But by our, wretched, need to please It is by drive and instinct that we please Though we are torn to do otherwise It is the instinct with which we are bred For an illusion of success Success that our masters have obtained As a rich man succeeds When really they are dieing We are failures We are failing Failing to please Ripping ourselves The others die They fail And die Sinking into the pit from which they came I am the only one left Left to fail I live by isolation Without love, friends or freedom But still I fail Without love, friends or freedom to comfort me Like my brothers had In the end I will succeed But for now I am tortured By a ripping inside me Inside my blood Forming the creature I appear to succeed Few see the creature within Few see the tears The crying inside I will always cry For my failure For my brothers failure For my masters illusions But still, few see the tears I am still alive My masters are still alive We will survive till timely death But I A creature And you A creature Won’t call it living &&& This is just a ranting at the insanity of man. Questions What is love? What is life? What is freedom, joy or happiness? What can it be? Can it be these slight tinglings of feeling Which my brothers adore? Can it be these calm or else violent sensations That fill my brothers world? I always imagined something more Something better Something honest But I guess it was only a dream A dream of peace A dream of honesty Without verbal blows Or false sincerity Am I too wanting? Do I ask too much? Just for brotherhood And fellowship And real, Pure, Love Can I leave this shallow pool of emotion? That most people inhabit Can I swim out to other pools? With pure, Deep, Thought. Can I destroy war Sarcasm Shallowness Violence Lies Bullying Distrust Cheating Treachery Waste Hypocrisy Spite And evil? Can I hope to? Can I try to? Can I? Can you? &&& This is just kind of another version of "Bath of Fire" (And a bit more of the pg-13 variety). Confessions of an evil man It pulses within me Like blood With throbbing Torturous And silent It eats at my soul Like maggots Twisting and contorting Spasming in blind hatred Tearing through my spirit And tainting it with acid spit My heart is made of worms Withering together Joined in violence Strangling themselves Squeezing out their own blood Into my veins Distorting it to bubbling tar My life is infected My breath is putrid My mind is in fever My love is ripped apart I hate others I hate myself I hate you I will let loose this violence in my soul Let it infect the innocent Consume the children Kill the men And rape the women Until all are like me Until all are a twisted ball of living flesh Joined in hatred With hand on knife And knife in breast And screaming while we bleed |
Author: | The Obsidian Wolf [ Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:24 am ] |
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Wow, these are brilliant. I'm currently studying poetry at A level, and I wouldn't be surprised to find something like this in the anthology... I particularly like the maid one, I thought it was rather clever, and exceedingly thought provoking. The last one you wrote, 'Confessions of an Evil Man,' it had an insane amount of darkness in it that rather appealed to me. The rotten imagery of his body (particularly the heart) was highly successful, and it's as if he's acknowledging, but not resenting what he is. THere is a lot of repition in it, that I disliked at first, but I found that it works quite well given the nature of the narrator. The final stanza hits hardest in my opinion, as it shows how his evil thoughts are not limited to just one person/sect, it's aimed at everyone: Quote: Let it infect the innocent Consume the children Kill the men And rape the women Pretty hardhitting. Good going, I hope you add to this. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Mon Nov 19, 2007 4:56 pm ] |
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Why thanks Obsidian, if you've noticed that's the 2nd poem I've wrote on how an evil man feels. It's fully possible I'll wright another one. For now I've wrote another one, this one was because I was bored. It's about a man (not me if your wondering) who's dieing and writing how he feels (which is a lot less dark then it sounds). I think I might make more of these "how they feel" poems, they come pretty easy. **************************************************************** A Long Life I reach the final step In the longest walk of all I am tired and weary From picking up my feet I rest in this bed and write mere words To put forth the feeling Of walking a completed path And finally reaching the end I have walked long and hard Never stopping for foolish things Things like greed and hatred Just simply making my way Down a long road with my fellows I have reached bumps, hills and mountains And though jolted at first to see them I have climbed over all Until the road levels out And I continue making my way There have been breaks in the road Each an unknown path with an unknown destination And though I didn’t know where I was going I chose the path that called me forth And seemed the correct one To mark with my feet A few times I felt neither path calling And had to forge my own Walking with a more purposed stride Continuing until another path beckoned me And became joined with mine There have been others on the road We have either gone down a different path Or they have reached the end of their road And waved as I passed Now I am to join them To rest my weary feet And before I reach the end I will write on a sheet of paper And wave at you as you pass ************************************************************* Though this isn't so dark the next one I have in mind (which I may write now) certainly will be. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:17 pm ] |
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Well I wrote it, but I feel obliged to say that: This is PG-13!!! Children -10 should not read. I don't really think that anyone under 10 will read this but....Precaution. Anyway, this is about...Well you can probably guess. **************************************************************** Punishment I am wretched I am condemned I am going to die I am a murderer This accursed life within me Throbs painfully Trying to break free It wants to still exist To break free of it’s human cage At dawn, they told me So I did not sleep until then I wanted to make my last moments last To breath every last breath I could I gulped air Trying to breath slowly Trying to enjoy the feel of oxygen That would not always grace my lungs At dawn they said And the bloody light filled my cell Too soon the moment comes Too soon for me to be hurled out of my prison Too soon to have my hands bound And too soon to be thrust in front of the jeering crowed My pulse raced As I waked up the fatal steps I felt my soul Thrashing in me As mind wrenching fear took hold My gasps came quickly The drumming started The noose was put around my neck And my accusations were read The moment seemed like eternity With a coarse rope against my throat A splintering trap door beneath my feet And a screaming in my heart A hush fell over the crowd The drums ceased The man signaled to the masked man I drew my last breath I fell And I hung ************************************************************** This is the dark one I metiond before. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:05 pm ] |
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Has it really only been ten days? Wow. I'm actually kinda glad no one poster about the last one . I wrote another, I tried to keep any sort of dark tint off this one; I think I failed: **************************************************************** Breath Breath In, out, constant Your lips grasp at life Swallowing invisible substance Welcoming the lift inside you Enveloping your being Swiftly flying through your veins Softly spreading, healing In your one eternal sanctuary It dissipates Becoming as thin as the tight string Connecting you to your sanity Becoming finer and finer Spreading like hairs Intangible Feeling it’s way It disappears And leaves behind a tickling presence Thin imprints in your skin Exciting your soul Awaking your mind Leaving it’s blissful feeling For a time To remain The imprints become tight Noticing the departed ghost The fog rises Leaving limbs of stone Weight Infiltrating your essence You must gasp for the life Flowing so carefree around you Euphoric at it’s own existence You must tear at swirling imagination To capture it again with your lips And live ************************************************************** No there is no real deeper meaning, I really wrote about breathing. This is shorter than normal, there isn't much more to say without me eventually going waaaaaaaay off (eg. breathing in fright, breathing humid air etc). |
Author: | dunsparce [ Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:22 am ] |
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Well, it's nearly that ten day-without-poem time again. So I have wrote the shortest (besides taxes) and longest poems I have ever written. Enjoy! ************************************************************** Memories Hate Violence Pain This is the history we share This is what we have wrote down In the stone of time Our gravestone Letters Six billion Little letters in a book You are one of them And you see only yourself at first Your own little bit of blackness You are an “I” And you are discontent You want to be more So you cease being a letter And join with other letters And make a word Your little group of black letters Spelling the word “We” Seem very white When you look around And you get along quite well But when you choose to leave your word Wishing to be even more You see a sentence This sentence is much longer than your word It is made up of ten words It is ten times as large as your word And it seems very huge And the sentence seems much clearer then your word Or your letter This sentence spells out “We, all of us.” And this seems much better Then your “I” Even if there is a bit of jostling With you all in one place And trying to talk across a comma But there is more blackness More ink on the paper But still It is very white And you can still see the spaces If you try to leave your sentence As a few letters do It gets very difficult Because the period That holds your sentence together Is also a boundary That you must overcome If you manage to get past the period You see a paragraph So much longer than your first word It intimidates you You become scared But there is nowhere to hide You eventually become used to it Even with the large amount of blackness And the disagreements that arouse between sentences Shouting over periods But if you look far enough You can see the paragraph break You can still see whiteness Until you wish to become still more And try to leave your paragraph Unfortunately It is much harder to leave a paragraph Than to leave a sentence This time there are many periods And exclamation points also So it is very rare For a letter to leave a sentence But if you do You see a page This page is incredible It nearly drives you to insanity There is just so much ink So much blackness And so many letters It is easy to lose yourself There are so many And you would be barely noticed And you manage to slip in It is much more rough on your page And much more violent Occasionally Whole paragraphs argue against each other Screaming at each other Across paragraph breaks With so many swirling ideas being thrown around That unity is impossible And very little white shines through And it is even harder To escape There is no record to what is beyond a page Simply because those incredible few Never reveal it And become singular letters again But for you The urge to be even more May completely overtakes you And if you forge your way through the paragraphs You will see the book The book of six billion letters It is vast And it is unavoidable That you will lose sanity for a while So lost are you Trying to pick out the individual letters Eventually you see it is impossible And instead pick out the pages And even that is difficult Because it is easy to get distracted By the torrent of ideas If you finally sort it all out And are able to look at all the letters Grouped together as they are You see no white Nothing but black And the only way to live with yourself With this knowledge Is to again retreat Into a signal letter Like you always really were Like all other letters have been And always will be It is what you are created to be A little black letter On the white page of your world Saying “I” ************************************************************** Obviously I'm not feeling too happy with the state of the world (my geography class is to blame, stupid truth ). @ Memories: This is just a little thing to think about. @ Letters: No I am not literately writing a story about a letter. This is a story about what one person really is in the world and how he will always try to gain power and knowledge (the number six billion was your first hint). Words, sentences, paragraphs and pages are meant to represent communities, states (or some kind of region if you're not from the U.S.), countries and continents. The book is the world. The punctuation are the differences and the boundaries of society, like skin color and social status. Comments, critiques and suggestions are greatly appreciated! . EDIT: W00t! Second page! Finally! |
Author: | dunsparce [ Sun Dec 23, 2007 12:19 pm ] |
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Here's another one, Obs might like this. ***************************************************************** Light and Shadow Light is cast on an object A shadow lies behind The object is neither light nor dark It is simply being We are like this object With good cast on us And darkness radiating from us While we ourselves are neither Merely an in-between point We are what cause the darkness We are what give the light purpose Creator of black Proof of white And we ourselves neither Neither good nor evil Light nor dark We simply Exist With all of us trying To be black or white Trying to rip ourselves in half And though we say we are one We are both being Light and dark Good and Evil Black and White Gray ************************************************************** Wow, I wrote an entire poem off of one metaphor. It has been 34 days without any posts. More than a month. Do people just not like poetry? Or is it just my poetry? |
Author: | dunsparce [ Tue Jan 01, 2008 5:33 pm ] |
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I wrote another one. I'm absolutly serious when I say these come to me only every 10 days or so, I have no idea why. Even though I don't know if anyone's even reading these, might as well post this. ************************************************************* Dream I lie down my head The pillow is gentle with my most precious thoughts I close my eyes Dark shrouds concealing the violent world from me I let my mind wander into waiting mist The mist engulfs it And only when all else is obscured Come forward my wild fantasies I look down on a mountain And laugh at it’s inferiority Then I look up at an ant And cower as it’s giant shadow covers me I run across the plain My feet as if feathers My body relaxed Then I stop I tense up My breathing quickens My limbs wear down with fatigue I must take a break So I run again I am going into the sky The endless blue expanse Cloud after cloud wetting me I have no control Am I falling or am I flying? Grotesque creatures come forth from the darkness Grinning their frothing mouths in bloodlust I know they come for me I run, but there is nowhere to hide Nothing to shield me Nothing to protect me I am a weak human Only powerful by my thoughts Thoughts that are racing and indecipherable now I finally reach a dead end So now it is inevitable I turn to face my fears Stalking toward me with their grinning mouths Eager for my pain Eager for my death My traitor heart beat rapidly As if trying to fulfill as much use As it can in my last seconds The monsters close in Fear washes over me in waves So much terror I can’t endure it So much terror that my heart nearly bursts out of my chest And causes my end instead I can’t take this much fear My mind can’t accept it So I wake up ************************************************************** This was just some leisure writing. It's not supposed to have any real meaning, just be entertaining. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:57 pm ] |
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These broke my ten day streak. I had to write them for school (poems about Lord of the Flies). **************************************************************** The Human Fire When blistering sun beats on him And when he is left without hope Of relief Of rescue Man becomes animal If humans are left alone with themselves If their true spirit is revealed Then we lose humanity And succumb to savagery We become our own worst enemy If we are put through trial by fire The fire will invade our souls It will transform us to a beast of the flame It will make us destroy others To rip at humanity with our blood-covered teeth To devour humanity To consume ourselves ************************************************************** The Ones When our leadership is brought to the basic level It becomes three types of people The ones with power The ones that appeal to the crowd The “face” of intelligence When that face is not the real intelligence But it can absorb the intelligence Like a sponge And, like a sponge It can put it into action Squeeze it out of itself And bring it into being So the ones with power Are necessary And to get power They must process the traits of goodness So they are in fact Good And pure Let’s call them “Ralph” The ones who want power The beings of the crowed The ones that twist their fellows So that they may appeal to them The ones who are stupid And rash Who possess no intelligence And accept none Even scorn it For the mind of the crowd doesn’t like to think It likes to be rash It likes to be stupid To be led by their instincts Their animal instinct So they lose humanity They will follow one of their own The most sly and corrupt one For to gain power He must be the first to twist And corrupt Let’s call him “Jack” And, finally The ones with intelligence The ones with true knowledge The ones who rise beyond the calling of animal instinct The ones who do not possess it at all And are innocent and pure The ones who are rejected by the crowd The animal crowd The animals that reject their opposite Who hates it Even if it exists To help them Even if the ones with intelligence Are kind and good Even if it only wants to save the animals From themselves Let’s call these people “Piggy” These three beings Are what our government Our communities Our families Ourselves Are made of And the only way to save ourselves Is to wake up And reject “Jack” Embrace “Piggy” And follow “Ralph” ************************************************************** ((ZOMG, haiku)) Human Violence Man is so vicious It seeks to destroy itself Not only others ************************************************************* Not my best work, but I did write them...And they are poems...And the title specifically states this is where I post my poems...So here you go. EDIT: Since no one wants to post I have put up a poll, so at least I might get some input. |
Author: | dunsparce [ Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:13 pm ] |
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Ok, for some strange reason my Chemistry class had me do a poem about oil with 15 required words. So this defiantly isn't my best poem (whether it's my worst or not you decide). **************************************************************** Death Water The Kerogen is crushed Organic things dead destroyed again From the sediment piled on top of it It decomposes Pressured till it flows like water And then trapped in the pores Of permeable reservoir rock Such is the creation Of the black liquid The death water That we trade for blood That we call “oil” We dig for this black liquid This flowing mass of hydrocarbons We suck it from the ground And then heat it until it burns And releases the poison of Carbon Dioxide This poison infects our air It destroys our defenses from the sun Until we are also burning But it gets no reaction from us Stupid, ignorant humans We let the black water burn We let it’s poison flow We allow people to die for it It becomes liquid death We love this poisonous tar We covet these liquid corpses For it gives us comfort And comfort is our god This black water excretes poison That does not cease with crippling us physically With burning our skin The poison does not just exist in our air It is also in our minds And it fuels the fiery hatred Of war ************************************************************* Someone thinks I'm excellant . |
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