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Meh. This one hurts. I hate it when I write poetry out of emotions pulled from recent experiences. And this is one of em. They are sorta kewl to look back on but painfully reminiscent of depression. *sigh* Here ya go. Just copied and pasted from me Live Journal.
Sonnet of Phyxius
Oh, tremble me, tremble me
Quiver my bones and rattle my flesh
For I lie not in this body
But above it, below it
Around myself
Not a viewer of pleasure
But forced to gaze upon my failures
Bound down so I might see my path
A life scarred with self-hatred
And rightfully so
Only so I can weep tears endless
As I relive my death
Alone, grabbing at the air
Mumbling to the invisible
My only friend is not myself
For myself be my enemy as well
I’ll die young
I’ll die sad
I’ll die one
While others may grip their loved ones closely
Once they pass and sorrow may destroy them
I will decay and vanish
Leaving only a twisted corpse to mark my end
Ah, but twas not a life of loneliness
Twas a life of love
A love that danced before my eyes
And once I summoned courage to hold it
It faded, not gone, but behind closed doors
Doors leading to others I cared for
Jealousy ripped me
My single light did not die
No, she left
Left my tears to veil the ground
Left my lungs to despise air
Left me cursing the sun
And as soon as I became numb
As soon as my selfish absorption shifted
Into emotionless counting of the days
She came back
Only to haunt my dreams
I blink
She lives
I drift
She lives
I moan
She whispers
Oh, I shalt die
Never kissed
Never held
Never noticed
Never loved
Damn those who hate relationships that fail
For at least you held it in your palm
I spit upon those who sob for lovers lost
At least they once embraced you in warmth
I cringe when I see those who betray the love they have
For they obtain the most precious gift
Wrapped in ribbons of appraisal, of velvet joy
For once, they became a trophy, a center, an idol
For once, they had someone who made moves based on their primary actions
For once, they were a purpose
Ah, but curse their souls
For my opportunity lost
My mask left in the gutter
My beast exposed
For a mask burns a man
It leaves him an echo of what others thought he was
A layer of himself, a different person
Confusion fills that man, for which him is real and which him is gone
Black shrouds to hide my smile
Deep red to shade my eyes
And my words dampened
I press against a window pane that pushes me
Away from the essence of living
The only sustenance in a world where pain is routine
The only diversion from reality
Love
Access Denied
Unworthy of this gift
Made to wail
Made to rot
Made for torment
Welcome to my hell |
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| i congrated ya on the sonnet....becuz there's no way in hell i can do one half as good as ya, nevermind doing one at all......it's beautiful and has a nice flow...i enjoyed very much so, (now ya can teach mah how to write a sonnent :P) |
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If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!)
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| Hey that's -my- poem! I wrote it! Lol yes... very nice, I enjoyed it in liberal amounts. Great job m8, keep upyour excellent poetry! |
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WoW@Skullcrusher.
Vyx- 60 Undead rogue.
Elsha- 60 Undead priest, RIP.
Berdine- 60 Troll warrior, RIP.
Clicky. The twist <3.
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| wow, that was great. You were able to portray such feeling. Good job! |
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Sad Memories I Can't Recall.
Lover your enimies; it'll drive them crazy.
It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white as long as it can catch a mouse.
To be silenced is to be broken; the solution is to be outspoken.
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It's been a while but here ya go. Emotions are playing a larger and larger part in my poetry. Which I feel has done a lot to help the overall feeling of it. Tell me what ya think.
Monologue
Let's face it folks
Hell is our abode
Our emotions, the strings of childish gods
Our lives, temporary containers of sorrow and hate
Those who live happy, live ignorant
Those who live woeful, pray for death
You beg to differ
Preach of love, joy and peace
Let me speak and your hope might just cease
Love
A summer's breath to part the rains of toxic grief
Is extinct
To classify romanticism as mere fictional realism is a fool's misconception
Love is unattainable, improbable, torn
Yet my eyes have desirsed thus since I was born
To assume that one person would exalt you above all else
Is
Egocentric, reminiscent of the fables of God and, once again
Misconstrued
She'll always love him
He'll never love her
She'll never love you
They'll tell you to face it
A feat never done
They'll say to forget it
That your memr'y should run
They'll order you to find an alternative love
But the ghost of the first girl will linger above
So, we're left to the other two devices of optimism
Joy and peace
Joy without love
And love without joy
Dependant are they, leaving the world a hellish lottery to play
Who will stumble upon fantasy's love
Will find themselves gods among men
The one with the gold may make the rules
But the one who holds love obtains joy over fools
Contentness and romance, universally handcuffed
God has swallowed the key and left remnants
To tease the masses
Peace
Ah, but isn't this laughable
Each man is given the power to kill
Fools that should be banished to the rotted depths of their minds
Sit on thrones perched to look down upon God himself
Bide your time children
The clock will tick
And the bombs will fall
Your dreams will crumble
Your breaths will end
Your friends will desert you
Your loved ones will spit on your grave
Live happy, I dare you |
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Considering the length of most of my poems, this one's a baby. But it holds a lot of meaning for me.
Eternity
It’s been a while
But the winds have beckoned
The earth has swallowed me
The seas have held outreached palms
And I lift
No longer arrogance
No longer self pity
But a confidence that is bound to my heart
By golden threads
It’s been some time
And though man has left me cold
And woman left me empty
I hold to myself
Strength to persevere
Mind to vanquish fear
My forked path lies right here
I travel alone
It’s been but seconds
Since sorrow’s scorched my face
And tears have ravaged my cheeks
But I’m awake
I stand above you
Awake
And
Controlled |
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Thank you all for commenting on my poetry. I thought it was wonderful and I would have it's babies too.
Here's something I thought of due to a game of chess and a techno song...is ohkay, me guess....
Corrupnation
Dim the lights and barricade your soul
It’s over
Humanity as you know it has been tossed out the window
Our game holds no shame
Our pain is boundless
Pick up the pieces
And border your lines
It’s over tonight
The death of your mind
Senseless ravaging of the innocents with thorn-covered tongue
He will teach you a lesson
He will bury you, son
Reaper of men
And taker of sun
Infinite crying, your friends are all done
It’s over, child
You sicken me, you waste me
It’s over, beast
It’s over
Repetition of morality and formality
While backhanded dealing and hidden brutality
Speak as though honey should flow from your lips
And snap necks of small children under ruthless, dark grip
You’re done for, my creature
It’s over and past
You’ve killed off your family
Your punishment vast
It’s over
Seeds of tranquil destruction planted in soil of hate
Your loved ones would scorn you and slaughter your fate |
Last edited by Phyxius : 03.06.03 at 20:11:49.
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| Wow! That was great! It really portarade the feeling of competicion. I have had it while playing my sis at chess. Whop whop! |
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I like this one, but it's a little coded and secret. See if you can find the message.
The Leap
Well, you just might wanna do it son
You just might wanna do it
Glint in his eyes
Wind in his hair
He said
You just might wanna do it
The water lie before me
It pulled
And told me that I just might
Have to do it
Tears on my cheeks
Rolling infinite
I thought I just might have to do it
Couldn’t be rope
Couldn’t be pills
But I just knew I had to do it
Couldn’t be my wrists
Couldn’t be gun
Something told me
That I just might wanna do it
It didn’t take much thinking’
Just a keys and a path
I sobbed as I drove cuz I knew
I just might choose to do it
The world on my sleeve
And my fate in my palm
I gave a nod and at that point
I knew I was prolly gonna do it
But a man, crinkled and wise
Set his cane by his side
Put a hand on my shoulder
I told him no comfort
I didn’t care and I had to do it
He shrugged and picked up the cane
And he said
You just might wanna do it
My face collapsed and my heart tried to follow
An old man, with nothing but a cane and a conscience
Told me a lie
That I might just wanna do it
I didn’t wanna
He didn’t think I should
I thank god that I never did it
I thank god that I never did it |
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