A Poem Thread

give me feedback later, and ill write more (those above were ones i had written earlier this week)
 
Mr.Jack4WAR said:
i write lyrics like that in less than a minute... its really weird words flow thro my pen or pencil... then i review the words and it makes sense! it is my special talent, haha and yet i dont know how i do it
It's not that hard. Here, I try.
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With a kiss on a corpse,
with a sword on ones lips
a whisper resurrects
memories killed by tears
and years, and years, and years.

With a shout from a grave
the lost grale shatters and falls
spilling the blood of gods
on the lips which were silent
for years and years, and years.

It takes just a word to trigger a war,
and just a sound to envision a song,
a little smile to make you alive
and a cry to leave everything and die.
 
thats good.. u got good metephoric expressions... but ur song sounds like a deep depression emo kid
 
THE ASH OF MY TRIBE
THE SONG OF THE SUN
THE LAUGHTER OF GODS
I SCATTER AROUND;
THE TREE OF BLISS
I PLANT
 
Oh mercy upon us we plea,
dear Sir, farth not thee,
for the flowers will die
and the Sun will fall,
the God shall come
and end us all.

Hold thine farth,
we ask of thee,
and all the pleasures you shall have,
dear Sir, hold thine farth.
 
here i am on the pot,
waiting to hear that "ker-plop,
ALL OF A SUDDEN i look over my shoulder,
and notice THERES NOTHING ON THE TOILET PAPER HOLDER!
so here i am...i now have to linger,
omg, am i gunna have to use my finger?!
--me--random thought, actually made up while on the pot---
 
Here's some stuff I've wrote over the past year or so...

Sad Girl

They said she was ugly, they said she was wierd
She acted fine, though inside her were tears.
Her parents made jokes, never to understand,
So then she decided, to devise a plan.
The next day, she brough a gun.
Cocked it. And have some fun.
All blood-filled and gorey
Never to understand, this sad girl's story


The Love Of Pain

As I slit my wrists, I love the pain
Starting to cut in, straight into the vein.
My wrist, covered full of blood red mixtures,
Let me savor this moment, by taking pictures.
Cut my head off, feeling the pain of death,
As I die gasping, with one final breath.
Now! Just end it! Let me die.
If its painful, let me feel it. Bye!


Suicide

Suicide is not painful, its bliss.
Would you care to kiss, the deceased's lips?
Are you afraid of death?
Because its not afraid of you.
Death just happens,
It will proceed and continue.
Suicide is not much different from death as you can tell,
The only difference is that you do it yourself.
Blood.
Gore.
Skin.
More.
Feel the knife to your neck, put that gun to your chest
I realize I may have influenced you,
But if you commit suicide, who did you commit it too?
I have commited suicide at least 1000 times,
Well my soul has. But my body seems fine.
If you now want to commit suicide, realize that it is your choice
I didn't force you,
I just gave the dead a voice!

All of these Copyright 2004 by me

Please give me feedback about these whether on this thread, or a private message. Thanks for reading!!
 
Mr.Jack4WAR said:
^^^damn u need issues seriously bro

You do realize I like to speak of what other fear to think about. I dont believe in suicide (WAY to painful) killing another human being is plain evil. and even cutting myself would hurt WAY to bad. I just like people to think I actually think about this stuff. And the Sad Girl's Story was about a news thing. I wrote that a while back. I think I heard someone on the news about a kid bringing a gun to school, and I just went from there. Although I do have issues, so thanks for noticing:)
 
wen ever i get pissed off i transfer it into lyrics.... it really does help depending on how deep they r
 
hhaha i like stabbing my heart...couhg...its funny to see the blood rush up in tiny spurts................jk
 
I have a feeling I might get the reputation that I am a suicidle pain addict and I need help.... cool:D lmao j/k
 
a spec i dont even pay attention 2
a part of me i threw away w/out looking back
so ready to get it out, ready to destroy it
shouldnt even be wasting time on that lousy spec
i can look on and move on, clean my past, & leave that spec with the dirt it deserves..
SHES nothing to me, i shouldnt even waste my time by brushing her off
shes bak in the un-respected dirt..for good---CJ
 
Might I ask the meaning of that poem? I usually understand poems really good, and I get the concept of it, but can you tell me more?
 
Oh, how great, nowadays poems get written in chatroom-writing style... I do not think I like it that much, sounds like a cheap rap song.
 
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