wow, Avatar... I wish I could read that.
A Poem Thread
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i like. 
I am content in the sight of you.
Like the ever present sky that stares
through life and death, I just am.
Please ask no more.
You know--
I shall watch every second, the scathing water
peel away your lovely skin
that smells of overripe apples in the autumn cool.
And I shall miss it.
I am content in the presence that is you.
Please do not ask that I dig a trench
outside the very fortress I've built
in anticipation of this very moment.
The tiny hole in the roof of my cave in the heart
of these thinning walls keeps eroding--
I will not hasten my fateful demise.
You know--
I shall watch with a quickening heart, the blessing light
envelope your face as you stare adoringly,
knowing full well night by night, you sharpen the sword
meant to slay me.
I am unforgiven.
Yet I'm content in the now.
Like the ever present sky that stares
through life and death, I just am.
Please ask no more.
You know--
I shall watch every second, the scathing water
peel away your lovely skin
that smells of overripe apples in the autumn cool.
And I shall miss it.
I am content in the presence that is you.
Please do not ask that I dig a trench
outside the very fortress I've built
in anticipation of this very moment.
The tiny hole in the roof of my cave in the heart
of these thinning walls keeps eroding--
I will not hasten my fateful demise.
You know--
I shall watch with a quickening heart, the blessing light
envelope your face as you stare adoringly,
knowing full well night by night, you sharpen the sword
meant to slay me.
I am unforgiven.
Yet I'm content in the now.
I would, if she would
remove her nails then
perhaps I could.
She can't. She won't-
So choices, I have not.
I'll succumb...
remove her nails then
perhaps I could.
She can't. She won't-
So choices, I have not.
I'll succumb...
more than 300 pages actually (in latvian and english)
but I have to enable sleep mode. have to wake up in 3 hours.
also a recent one ->
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Falling silence on the dead,
falling and eating,
eating the dead.
Voice and skin
are failing, fading,
rotting away
with all it's children.
Who's gona fall,
who's gona stand,
who's gona stand on the dead;
live after,
beyond the grave?
(in latvian and english)but I have to enable sleep mode. have to wake up in 3 hours.
also a recent one ->
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Falling silence on the dead,
falling and eating,
eating the dead.
Voice and skin
are failing, fading,
rotting away
with all it's children.
Who's gona fall,
who's gona stand,
who's gona stand on the dead;
live after,
beyond the grave?
Coward!!
Nonsense.
Nonsense…
Bloody nonsense!
I feel no pain.
It is the relief of ten tons off my tired shoulders.
It is the beheading of the unappreciative servant
by the master who fed and clothed the bastard.
All regret is the fruit of the image
of an overfed child who shall discover hunger—
and the painful pricks of the belly that cries,
the shivering teeth of a body in anticipation of heat that simply won’t come,
the sunken eyes the circling vultures hope still hold water.
And to think that I called this, this… this…this…
* Sigh *
Nonsense.
Nonsense…
Bloody nonsense!
I feel no pain.
It is the relief of ten tons off my tired shoulders.
It is the beheading of the unappreciative servant
by the master who fed and clothed the bastard.
All regret is the fruit of the image
of an overfed child who shall discover hunger—
and the painful pricks of the belly that cries,
the shivering teeth of a body in anticipation of heat that simply won’t come,
the sunken eyes the circling vultures hope still hold water.
And to think that I called this, this… this…this…
* Sigh *
Continuing...
Chapter 2.
2.2
The returning fear! The suffocation! The engulfing hand!
“You do not belong here wicked one,
you do not belong here warm one,
you shall freeze.’
“But I’m a cold heart. I build walls upon walls that act as shields
That protect from the walls that act as cushions
That protect from the sun! I am a coward; I belong here.”
The blazing rays of the sun
flirted with my eyes--
overwhelmed and dazed by the sheer power,
I shied away,
eyes darting down in shame of my soul's pureness,
the countless innocents I have robbed,
all with the jealous greed of the lowly millipede on the soaring eagle.
Undaunted is the sun
Searching is his ray
Burning is the head top-- the victim of the hiding menace that is me.
And I said, “I still won't look up.
You shall flirt no more with my eyes-- my soul.
No more shall you be the privileged watcher of my dark corners;
No more shall I cower and open before you.
And the sun, it shattered,
and it's rays, they melted,
but my eyes, down they stayed.
Then the shadow, the waste of the sun, it shouted:
“You do not belong here, wicked one, you do not belong here!
You shall not corrupt us with the virtues of wicked men.
You do not belong here, cold one, you do not belong here!
You shall not pollute us with fumes of dying men.
You do not belong here, oh wicked one, you do not belong here!
You shall not show us what we seek.
You do not belong here, oh merciful one, you do not belong here!
We shall punish you for your soul. “
And the shadow, it glittered away,
leaving the invisible bubbles that brought life--
saved me for the punishment that was to come:
A liar, a slightful liar
squatting on the pillar, a swaying pillar
victimized by the blue, a meddling blue.
Blue?
Where is my dark?
And the eye, it stares,
Humming the tunes of the inviting virgin that promises;
that promises and promises.
Chapter 2.
2.2
The returning fear! The suffocation! The engulfing hand!
“You do not belong here wicked one,
you do not belong here warm one,
you shall freeze.’
“But I’m a cold heart. I build walls upon walls that act as shields
That protect from the walls that act as cushions
That protect from the sun! I am a coward; I belong here.”
The blazing rays of the sun
flirted with my eyes--
overwhelmed and dazed by the sheer power,
I shied away,
eyes darting down in shame of my soul's pureness,
the countless innocents I have robbed,
all with the jealous greed of the lowly millipede on the soaring eagle.
Undaunted is the sun
Searching is his ray
Burning is the head top-- the victim of the hiding menace that is me.
And I said, “I still won't look up.
You shall flirt no more with my eyes-- my soul.
No more shall you be the privileged watcher of my dark corners;
No more shall I cower and open before you.
And the sun, it shattered,
and it's rays, they melted,
but my eyes, down they stayed.
Then the shadow, the waste of the sun, it shouted:
“You do not belong here, wicked one, you do not belong here!
You shall not corrupt us with the virtues of wicked men.
You do not belong here, cold one, you do not belong here!
You shall not pollute us with fumes of dying men.
You do not belong here, oh wicked one, you do not belong here!
You shall not show us what we seek.
You do not belong here, oh merciful one, you do not belong here!
We shall punish you for your soul. “
And the shadow, it glittered away,
leaving the invisible bubbles that brought life--
saved me for the punishment that was to come:
A liar, a slightful liar
squatting on the pillar, a swaying pillar
victimized by the blue, a meddling blue.
Blue?
Where is my dark?
And the eye, it stares,
Humming the tunes of the inviting virgin that promises;
that promises and promises.
Ah nice fountainhed, you've moved from the tentacles of anguish to expressions of your unsatisfied homosexuality.
The alternative ads in Montreal have many "leather daddy seeks boi" listings, perhaps you ought answer a few in your own city.
After all, they say the masochist is a sublimated sadist - your desire to be penetrated and "pained", combined with your need to inflict really, really bad free verse upon the innocent denizens of this sci-forum do seem to confirm Freud's supposition.
Go for it, girl!
You stupid moron, you got close enough to the gist, but missed the most important part, the fucking title: "The idle creature of greece". This was my homage to boy Wanderer. It is his voice. On second thought, perhaps you did see the connection, no wonder why you replied to it. Was that poem so bad? Wasn't my best, but I think I have some very good ones scattered around. Perhaps in four months when "The Progression of the Confession" comes out, you"ll be the first to get a copy?
Just for you babes
Her supple finger dangles
in the front of the beast
as she begs, "make me thine meal".
But the starry-eyed beast
is full, and the honey (hope you get the reference woman) that dripples
from the finger, though sweet and inviting
is but a sand on the beach.
Blacken thineself woman.
Her supple finger dangles
in the front of the beast
as she begs, "make me thine meal".
But the starry-eyed beast
is full, and the honey (hope you get the reference woman) that dripples
from the finger, though sweet and inviting
is but a sand on the beach.
Blacken thineself woman.
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[the secrret of controll)
//don't mind avatar, he's drunk like a shotgunned hamster
to thefountainhed::
perhaps a creature in your brain,
perhaps a lonesome alien;
it's indeed a mistery
never heard before
in human history.
a poem from Vogan galaxy
there is a little twist in it-
a brainly twist, a mindly twist,
a twist that tears timespace into two..
into miserables, into fools..
dancing particles
in your palm
you are in fact
in control
of ALLLL
[the secrret of controll)
//don't mind avatar, he's drunk like a shotgunned hamster
to thefountainhed::
perhaps a creature in your brain,
perhaps a lonesome alien;
it's indeed a mistery
never heard before
in human history.
a poem from Vogan galaxy
there is a little twist in it-
a brainly twist, a mindly twist,
a twist that tears timespace into two..
into miserables, into fools..
dancing particles
in your palm
you are in fact
in control
of ALLLL
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Who is mad,
who is lie,
who is falling in your night?
A dellusious cry
in your name
I am in fact a fading day.
No return in you brain,
I am a pill spit away,
I'm a dream that's been killed again.
Ten thousand faces in yours smile,
noone doubts your precious game-
a mirror dug under me,
a mirror covered under sanity.
A useless creature in labyrinth,
right and left = a mockery;
release, release the chain in me!
have a pity for your dreeeeeeeeeeemmmmmm
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© 2004 by Avatar
who is lie,
who is falling in your night?
A dellusious cry
in your name
I am in fact a fading day.
No return in you brain,
I am a pill spit away,
I'm a dream that's been killed again.
Ten thousand faces in yours smile,
noone doubts your precious game-
a mirror dug under me,
a mirror covered under sanity.
A useless creature in labyrinth,
right and left = a mockery;
release, release the chain in me!
have a pity for your dreeeeeeeeeeemmmmmm
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© 2004 by Avatar
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XEV:
Avatar:
Minute unpon minute he sat,
swivelling the ink in his hands,
as line by line, the web was spun--
At last something is amiss;
the last breath,
the cue even the folls would not remiss.
Ha! It behooves to show tears,
lest they think there is no pain.
Stick on the sticker shall we?!
This makes absolutely no fuckig sense.
That's still not bad.
Avatar:
That's just too funny.
Minute unpon minute he sat,
swivelling the ink in his hands,
as line by line, the web was spun--
At last something is amiss;
the last breath,
the cue even the folls would not remiss.
Ha! It behooves to show tears,
lest they think there is no pain.
Stick on the sticker shall we?!