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Thanks a lot BTK! big_smile
And yes, this thread is very cool.

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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 big_smile 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 cool

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.

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Chrizzy wrote:

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 big_smile 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 cool

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.

Thanks a lot man! Much appreciated! big_smile

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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)

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Awesomely written poem on Charles Manson Chrizzy. Great job. big_smile

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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

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"Satan's Day"

You drive into the City
Your blood begins to spill
Your fears begin to grow
We're all in this together
Our deaths will be the same
Don't you understand the devil is our only way
Take our souls
Let us rot
We will stand the pain
Satanism is our religion
We will stand the faith
So bring your guns
Bring your cannons
We will fight this day
Satan's Day

I wrote about 22 years ago.   big_smile

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

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"Hitmen"

Battalions
God of Wrath
In the blood of your favorite nightmare
There from the metal churchs
From beyond the black
They ride the midnight star
Kill all beyond far
They take no chances
Thats there way
They're Hitmen
Mercilous Onslaught
Hitmen
Gods of wrath
Hitmen

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BlackTequilaKiss wrote:

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

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

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who can fathom the human brain?
who can unlock it's mystery?
it can be a thing of beauty,
so light, so funny, so calm, so loving
it can be  a place of gloom, and darkness
so dark, so cold, so painful, so lonely
a place of despair, a place of hope
full of life, full of emptyness
full of ideas, good, bad, indifferent
full of love, full of hate
creative, inventive, selfish, evil
it's capable of many things
we scratch the service in our quest for knowledge, we don't really understand
who can solve the mystery of the human brain?
not me , not you, we don't understand ourselves, so what chance do we stand?
perhaps we're not meant to
frustration is the key for me, why do i feel the way i do
i haven't got a clue
why do i live?, why do i die?
the human brain cannot tell us why
the answer is, we are not meant to know

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

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very cool, wolf  big_smile

here's an excerpt from something fairly personal:

I was lost and searchin', for something real, something that felt true
Thought I'd never find it, but that all changed the day that I met you
You became my angel, but you gave me wings before I learned to fly
Now I sit here grounded, since the day, the day you said goodbye
You woke me up from slumber, made me whole, you filled all my seams
But now I feel so hollow, an empty shell whose just living in my dreams...

mhmm, feel gooders are my specialty tongue

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deadhorse13 wrote:

very cool, wolf  big_smile

here's an excerpt from something fairly personal:

I was lost and searchin', for something real, something that felt true
Thought I'd never find it, but that all changed the day that I met you
You became my angel, but you gave me wings before I learned to fly
Now I sit here grounded, since the day, the day you said goodbye
You woke me up from slumber, made me whole, you filled all my seams
But now I feel so hollow, an empty shell whose just living in my dreams...

mhmm, feel gooders are my specialty tongue

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.

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I wrote these not too long ago

She Waits

The crisp air charged with electricity, lightning streaks across the sky. She takes a deep breath her body tingling. She can taste the coming rain she can feel it in her bones. And yet still she waits...for what she isn't sure. The thunder starts banging in her ears she feels the wind swirl around her and yet she still waits....She watches the clouds change from a beautiful white to a black so dense it could swallow the world. She tries to remember what she is waiting for,her heart beats in her chest whispering "true love,true love,true love." the thunder and lighting come every few seconds. Her mind contradicts screaming "no such thing you are waiting for someone to save you." ..from everything. The rain starts to pour drowning out the voices from her head and her heart. She knows this wont last...this feeling of clarity...and she knows that person whether her love or savior may never come.... yet she still waits....


Times Illusion

Time elueds you as the world passes you by
but time is an illusion its all a brilliant lie

Love takes everything and gives nothing back
your heart is in pieces and your losing track

Your head spins fast while the world spins faster
any sign of life is what your running after

Running in circles you find yourself alone
dizzy and broken the lies are finnaly shown

Life and love seem to have gone
Time was the enemy and the enemy won

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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 big_smile

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Aww thanks! I always enjoy being on that list smile

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

awesome - thanks

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I never go for the neck so your not on "that" last ZOMBIE. .-.

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revengebiteme wrote:

I wrote these not too long ago

She Waits

The crisp air charged with electricity, lightning streaks across the sky. She takes a deep breath her body tingling. She can taste the coming rain she can feel it in her bones. And yet still she waits...for what she isn't sure. The thunder starts banging in her ears she feels the wind swirl around her and yet she still waits....She watches the clouds change from a beautiful white to a black so dense it could swallow the world. She tries to remember what she is waiting for,her heart beats in her chest whispering "true love,true love,true love." the thunder and lighting come every few seconds. Her mind contradicts screaming "no such thing you are waiting for someone to save you." ..from everything. The rain starts to pour drowning out the voices from her head and her heart. She knows this wont last...this feeling of clarity...and she knows that person whether her love or savior may never come.... yet she still waits....


Times Illusion

Time elueds you as the world passes you by
but time is an illusion its all a brilliant lie

Love takes everything and gives nothing back
your heart is in pieces and your losing track

Your head spins fast while the world spins faster
any sign of life is what your running after

Running in circles you find yourself alone
dizzy and broken the lies are finnaly shown

Life and love seem to have gone
Time was the enemy and the enemy won

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

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thanks!

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

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(Wrote this one last night after talking to my ex.)
                                                                             
                                                                                Pass Port

    This wall is like glass. Shimmering, sparkling, but cold hard and stern in nature. Once I tried to enter my way pass, but found no door nor crack that I may slip in. My tries were in vain and regretfully, I wasted my time, but still I like to look upon the beauty that dwells beyond.

    Though the way is blocked, I can still feel the warmth and smell the winds from the pleasant. It appears permission to enter comes with a price. A price I'm neither willing to pay nor concerned with.

    I'm rather content on the border. My hands will work always, to keep the shine in my eyes, and maintain this perfect view. I shall not share my space with anyone, but I will let those whom can enter, cross unchallenged.

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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?

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The Pendulum

the pendulum swings taking your time. counting it down taking each breath you breathe dropping you down,down to your knees. Memories you lose with each passing moment happyness and sad turning into one seeing the line between reality and a dream wondering if its all as its seems. Hearts break hearing them shatter you cover your ears the pedulum gets closer you pray for relese for the pain to
cease
wondering
if maybe someone will see, save you from impending fate.But noone can see you everyones blind with thier life the pain they think they have earned
losing all thier hope and everything they have learned
everything becomes clear. the life you thought you lived turns to nothing but dust
the pendulum swings closer
an inch at a time
watching people pass you by running from who they are and dont want to become
the pendulum swings closer
taking your time
taking your breath
taking you life
the pendulum swings on.