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[P] OneWingedAngel_'s Poetry
09.09.02, 04:35:10
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I'll post more as I find them again... This is the only one I can find currently.
Gad, Rei said to post in the forum individually since she closed the other one...
Isolated Sanctuary
In a flash I rise and flee, misunderstood by all, leaving behind bloodstained necks and bodies
Flee will I go to a place of solitude, a place where I can rest for all eternity
A coffin, a tomb, an arena of darkness incarnate melodies
I close the coffin lid, hiding away all in timeless sleep of modernity
A clearing amongst the chaos that surrounds all of the resurrection
Falling forever through the bliss of veiled thalidomidity
I stare at my pathetic human body, ignorant of the surgery, of the path to perfection
Serving the group mind, the group voice, the call of harmony and duty
In a flash I rise and flee, I break my fast with loneliness and loneliness is my supper
I close your pillaged coffin in silence, the vast emptiness that is inside my heart
Tell me why I cannot touch you, so far away, all I can do is suffer
Please don’t cry, for I stand here all alone, at the edge of all that is bitter and tart
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| wow, that was awesome, so thats where you got your title from |
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| Actually I took that bit from a song, "Meet You Halfway There" by Student Rick, an emo band if I remember correctly. It's really sad and depressing... one of my favorite songs in the emo category... |
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Guess I can't escape from poets with great vocabulary wherever I go.  I'd use another word for "group", sinec it takes away from the brooding effect of the entire piece.
The last verse is awesome. "loneliness is my supper".
Lovely, although "loneliness" was repeated too soon. Nevertheless, it's barely noticeable. *thumbs up* |
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Hi.
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Here are two more poems I wrote... both have two versions, I'll be writing the second version for each sometime soon.
Burning in Time- Horizon Dawn version (inspired by Ministry's "Burning Inside")
Burning in Time! Burning in Time! Burning in Time!
Burning in Time Time Time Time Time Time Time Time
All these screams that I find
Far reaching, so far across the world
Where is the source
I can’t find you, you’re so far away
Every step I take I sear my skin
Every bruise every drop of blood in the sky
The rivulets of scarlet streaming
I’d fall and Burn in Time for you
Burning in Time! Burning in Time! Burning in Time!
Burning in Time Time Time Time Time Time Time Time
Inconsequential bodies pressing in
Terminal shadows of life
Another listening fool
I am a fool, that fool
A manifestation of what I can never have
I know I can be so much
All the flame that’s in me
I’m not a cyanotic ice creature
I have so much to give
I’d fall and Burn in Time for you
Burning in Time! Burning in Time! Burning in Time!
Burning in Time Time Time Time Time Time Time Time
I’d fall and Burn in Time for you
For you
FOREVER
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And my second poem-
Barbed Wire- Ghost version (inspired by a wristchain/wristspike accessory thing I bought that was meant to emulate barbed wire)
Inside I know I’m so unworthy
Obeying your every whim
This barbed wire existence
Chained to your arms and feet
I mimic all that you are and do
But I’m nothing but a puppet
But I know it’ll never work
A futile attempt to appease you
Can’t you see, it’s all for you
It’s all I can do
The passion for your candle of life is so strong
Watch me fall deeper into a pit I never saw
Falling for eternity, my candle has melted completely
This barbed wire existence hurts me so much
And you stand there, ignorant of the pain you’ve caused
And you’ll never know
What I could be for you
Now I’m naked
Stripped bare by your unfeeling and festering appendages
Weeping pus and draining me of life
Unseeing hands caressing me, pushing me into greater and deeper pits
I’m nothing but a trinket on your sleeve, an object to be used and forgotten
The cold bites me so hard
I’m crying so much, why can’t you be there for me
I’m so cold
But I know you won’t be there
You won’t be there to breathe warmth back into my barb wired body
Why are you so indifferent
Why am I so cold
Cold and forgotten in this barbed wire existence
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Great Job 
I might post some poetry on this forum sometime, even I have written poetry, it's not very good but I really don't care. |
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| Nice pieces indeed. I like the first poem. |
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R.I.P. March 2002 - October 2006
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| Pretty radical the first one is |
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"Some things are never left finished...other times you just gotta finish them yourself"
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Here's a poem that turned out realllllly sappy and lovey-dovey... yes, very rare for me to write something like this, and completely off from the ones that I've written before, but I was thinking of 4 while writing this...  and I felt inspired. So... yeah, here it is. I know it's sappy 
EDIT- Made the title slightly more noticable.
EDIT 2- Spelling errors corrected.
Venetian Glass
Every night that I stare into the sky
Every star that I count
Every star that I see in wonder
I shed the shields of sarcasm, of manufactured self appreciation
It all slips through my fingers when I'm with you
As fragile and beautiful as Venetian glass
The pinnacle of my heart, body, and soul
Are you alright?
You can tell me, please don't cry
Every pain you feel, I feel
It hurts so much when you are hurt
All the joys and sadness that caress your heart
Your pain makes you strong, makes you so beautiful
The infinite ethereality of your form
Your very presence makes my knees go weak, makes me want to smile
As fragile and beautiful as Venetian glass
The pinnacle of my heart, body, and soul
Rivulets of blood flow down, scarlet as wine
I taste your blood, it's a warm glow
I taste your blood, it looks like mine
Each droplet threatens to pull you down
Every face that you want so desperately to hate and love
I won't let you stay down, collapsed in a silken puddle of crimson
Lend me your hand, I'll pull you back up again
Please don't cry
Your pain makes you strong, makes you so beautiful
The infinite ethereality of your form
As fragile and beautiful as Venetian glass
The pinnacle of my heart, body, and soul
Please don't cry
I'm here for you
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Last edited by Razor's Kiss : 09.17.02 at 03:06:59.
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