Poetic Corner (for the Artist in us) (Page 4 of 12)

Well, every time I write something that I want to share, I always, and will continue to, post it here. "Sera", up there, fell into that category, so voila, here be your thread once again And I might also have done it 'cause I know it'll inspire others to post more, and I love reading all of your guys' writing

Creature, that poem is awesome. I prefer darker imagery, anyway, whether verse or prose...it tends to be much deeper and more emotional. Great job with your Human Zoo. I love it.

Enemy Hollow

Their screams were heard through the town
And punctured the flesh of the calm cool night
No one cared, no response came
As the punctured flesh broke the futile fight

Their heartbeats faded to haze
As the vile malevolence stalked and fed
And dug deep down to the souls
With the "Death to Pigs" they left to be read

Their messiah held them close
The Family followed his every word
And led to depraved dark carnage
And the death of the voice that no one heard

Blood stained the vomit on the floor
And the fork stuck ominously up from her
Tate, now, is laid down to rest
With the voice deep inside her that no one heard

Pathetic antics run wild
They corrupt the minds of the fatally weak
"We have created a monster!"
And it roars aloud on the modest and meek

The birds, they know it will come
As it approaches us from the deepest darkness
The crimson spark of its nature
It comes to eliminate the damned and darkest

The fuel to spark the fire
It's tailed by shadows of age-old lies
A sign of our condition
An old oak box to muffle our cries

On the tenth day of the month
Our doom will be set, a predestined rage
A result of the people that fail to care
The fire will pour on this barren age

The leather-wing’s jugular thirst
Can't drain the life from everyone
The small may fall to the sleight of hand
But he will fault in the end

End-times chaos rings on
And on in our New World Order
The apocalyptic faults have ruptured
And His patience now runs over

Our loop-holes are blocked by our own filth
And we're on the verge of annihilation
Shealtiel was right, we're going down
Digging a hole to our own damnation

No one knows but the few
Yea, the few, will be the ones to conquer
The rest will suffer while we hang on
And they all can't stand any longer

Blood runs down the drain
And no one seems to know why
Politicians sit with their money
And watch while people die

Our world has rotten away
And all that's left are the rotten remains
Its carcass writhes with maggots
In the aftermath of the poison rains

The cradle falls when the bow breaks
The glass house shatters when it hits the floor
As he will fall when the time comes
The fallen angel will fall once more

The Godhead wins once again, our future
Depends on the victory of us as a whole
The assassin's acts pale compared to what will come
Upon the blood-red lives of a corrupt world

It took a million years to get here
To a time so mortally influenced
A million years and our real Messiah
Has yet to eliminate the ruins

And thirty-five years to get here
After all his God-damned influence
Thirty-five years and our real Messiah
Has yet to eliminate their ruins

Last edited by Chrizzy (2009-12-28 20:32:11)

I'm sitting in this lonely room
With shades of grainy silence
I feel the pinprick of a tear
I no longer taste the fear

The white walls stare back at me
My mind is a jumble of confusion
As I wonder what it is I see

I'm a sinner by nature
Saint by day
But somewhere amongst everything I lost my way

The knife is still bloody
The evidence unclean
Have I been condemned or is this all a dream?

I may be evil
I may be good
But somewhere beneath it all
I've misunderstood

Condemed to this broken prison
A mind all alone

Now and forever this shall remain.. my home

Headless, love the poem! And that could so be transferred into a fantastic song too, but love the imagination, really shines through

Reminds me of an Edgar Poe poem. Great job BTK!

Wolfie, that's lovely.  And I know it comes straight from the heart.  So true as well.    You touched me.  xoxo

excellent deady. the forlorn ones  are more heartfelt , in my opinon ( certainly for me) . it's the only way i can write to vent my frustrations. your work is very, very good , deady you are an artist.

revengebiteme <3 I love and enjoyed Times Illusion. It made me think, very nice work.

You have made my "People To Not Stab" list doll

can i go on your "cxnts to stab in the neck list" ?

awesome - thanks

times illusion is good, reminds me of some of the stuff i've written, but better, very good RMB .,

Imma have to post my new things here, after I write them of course. My brain is almost running over with words and phrases.

i've given my heart  a few times during my life
and even though i have a wife
i still look back at others i've lost , or simply never had
but loved in my heart, and some of them never even knew
or couldn't care less
some knew but chose not to go there, which is proberly for the best
a few have broken my heart, some have ended up for the worse, and been treated bad in a way i  never would have treated them
can you love too much?, can you love more than one in your heart., can you love people you don't really know?
these are questions i ask myself  a lot
i know the answer for myself, that answer is yes
i love too much, i love more than one person not physically but passionately in my heart and it hurts
those people know who they are, or i hope they do , some are on the internet, some are great friends
how can i love when i can't love myself
to compensate, to carry on living in this world
do i love my wife, the one person who put her trust in me, and i owe the world and so much more
who has given me something that we share that we created
a lovely, good son
yes i do more than i can say
i hope she knows that
i have nothing to hide, my love and care for those i love close to me and far away is true and real
i had to share my feelings with you, i hope you don't mind and i hope it's not self obsessed
it's hard to put in words, my feelings
i get confused
how can i love so much, but hate the one thing that is me?
i carry on, and will do so for the present time
i manage but  strive to find an answer , perhaps i never will
perhaps when the heart dies, the soul will go searching still
through the vast infinity  of time
my question will go on, unanswered is proberly it's fate
i shall go on questioning , the door may open one day
persistant or stupid ? which one am i?