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 - D@vid
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Sorrow secretly stains the air
in the butter light. Glimpses of faces unknown
in the pale glass. Piles of blankets hide a dead man
in the bare corridor. Slippers flip flop
on the bleached floor. In the white walls grief weeps
in the crack of broken hearts. While the mouth of time hangs open
in the looseness of old age
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^^^^^^is that one published D@vid? It should be 
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D@vid wrote:Sorrow secretly stains the air
in the butter light. Glimpses of faces unknown
in the pale glass. Piles of blankets hide a dead man
in the bare corridor. Slippers flip flop
on the bleached floor. In the white walls grief weeps
in the crack of broken hearts. While the mouth of time hangs open
in the looseness of old age
Beautiful. I love your use of description to draw everything together. Really the sort of poem that tugs at the heartstrings. 
_________________________ RE: Just a thank you guys. I assumed this thread would disappear, it's far from the mantra of usual. Probably one of my few that really took heart and to see it still loved and used really makes me happy. You guys are the reason I do this. Thank you 
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*smoochies Btk The Good is served after the Bad at the banquet of Life
Take a seat, a load off your feet and spread the butter with your knife.
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Across the moonlit snowy field,
I can see your winter breath,
Bring her to me my darling
And her sweet lingering death. Ah you! My once reluctant victim,
But now my obedient slave,
Five Hundred years have passed
Since your flesh I first did crave. I see you glance at my raven hair,
And cruel burgundy lips,
I see your look of fear
At the harsh biting whip. Docile she smiles in her trance,
Across her kneck my mouth will dance
To her throat, willing and bare
Where my teeth will devour, my teeth will tear. Frenzied biting,sucking, licking,
Come now, join in the feast,
Satisfy your deepest desires,
Black angel, we are the beast. Dark oozing blood trickles down our chins,
Tonight we're alive , in ecstasy of sin,
Drink quickly my love before she grows cold,
We'll walk this night and never grow old! * This one is a little bit too long, but i think it come out pretty well.
Last edited by D@vid (2009-11-30 10:38:59)
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1. No poem is ever to long for this thread But I loved that poem. It's the sort of poem I tend to write; brooding, dark but with a passionate undertone. Really enjoyed reading that D@vid, hope we hear more from you.
 - wolfman1959
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Beware my enemy
A most difficult foe
He knows what i'm thinking
He knows where i go
He knows what i've done
And he knows what i'll do
He knows what i've said
And what i'll say
He knows my weakness
He knows my strength
He knows when i lie
He knows what hurts me
He knows what i fear
He knows what i love
Indeed he is a most difficult foe
For when he dies, i die
The enemy is me.
Last edited by wolfman1959 (2009-11-30 14:40:30)
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^^ Wow, that's a deep poem. I loved it Wolfy.
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D@vid wrote:Across the moonlit snowy field,
I can see your winter breath,
Bring her to me my darling
And her sweet lingering death. Ah you! My once reluctant victim,
But now my obedient slave,
Five Hundred years have passed
Since your flesh I first did crave. I see you glance at my raven hair,
And cruel burgundy lips,
I see your look of fear
At the harsh biting whip. Docile she smiles in her trance,
Across her kneck my mouth will dance
To her throat, willing and bare
Where my teeth will devour, my teeth will tear. Frenzied biting,sucking, licking,
Come now, join in the feast,
Satisfy your deepest desires,
Black angel, we are the beast. Dark oozing blood trickles down our chins,
Tonight we're alive , in ecstasy of sin,
Drink quickly my love before she grows cold,
We'll walk this night and never grow old! * This one is a little bit too long, but i think it come out pretty well.
daaaammmmnnnn you are gooood!!! WOW love it!!! really REALLY Love it:)
- D@vid
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! :d !
Why the hell my damn imoticon dosen't work?????:mad:
Last edited by D@vid (2009-11-30 15:43:32)
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Wow, I have to agree, D@vid, your work is awesome. We do have some great writers here. It helps to have strong emotions and to know how to express them, and you guys do that well. I love seeing people's expressions of themselves on paper (or on a screen, in this case). Now, like I usually have to do, I took a song of mine and poemized it. So, again, it reads like a song, but that's alright... Lowlife Light falls softly on the snow on the street
Where shadows follow without missing a beat
Turn ‘round slowly by the curb where they meet
Two children call out; it’s not the way it should be I am fine with the way they berate me
And I am fine if they choose not to praise me
And I am fine with every word that they say
I am fine with making one more mistake I am fine; let my words remind you how much I have been through
I am fine; don’t tell me I can’t feel the way I do
I am fine with the madness and the anger you vent
And I am fine; but don’t expect me here when you repent And I resent the moment that you came up to my door
To be a friend when all you know is how to be at war
See the knife that still sits in the back that you deceived
And I’m the lowlife for telling you to take your lying with you when you leave In the snow on the street
There’s a reminder of what would’ve been seen
Had there been someone who cared enough to be there
Only the children saw the pain and despair I am fine with the blood on my hands
And it ain’t mine...I hope your mom understands
And I am fine; it’s just the life that you made
I am fine...now let’s see you say the same I am fine; let my tone remind you how much I have been through
I am fine; don’t you dare to try to tell me what I can’t do
I am fine...bring on all your double-standards
I am fine...with the lowlife that I am And I’ll be damned if I will mourn the timely death of a hollow mind
By my hand; you mock the sins I hold inside
See the knife that still sits where a man would have a spine
And I’m a lowlife...but I am fine
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Love the poem Chrizzy, very dark but in that same tone, beautiful. I agree we have some true talent on the board. Be aware I am not one of them  Below is a mini poem I did one day, in about a 5 min. break. This is the usual of what my mind comes up with. Unholy One: In his hands he holds
the Sword
His breath barely a whisper as through the quiet
The cries he tries to ignore. Quickly the ground is bloodied
Flesh is spilled
Belief is lost
And the prophecy is fulfilled He stares around
His eyes glowing brightest red
As wearily he realises
Everyone but him, is dead He walks from the devastating sight
Back into the dark
His soul losing much of its light
Onto new ventures he embarks Greeted by silence
He moves deep in forbidden territory
Sword araised
Afraid of what he'll see He treads upon broken glass
Abiding his moment
Until at last it is upon him
No further hiding The fight begins
Painstaking yet no more grand
One on one
Until just one stands He stands over the body
With little remorse
Dropping his sword to the ground
And once again, lost is sound He stands alone in that spot
Thinking of what he has lost All that made him what he was
is now long gone As he walks from what he once was
and, alas, becomes the Unholy One...
Last edited by BlackTequilaKiss (2009-11-30 15:51:14)
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Actually, I quite like that. Your mind comes up with greatness and you don't even know it I would certainly count you among the talent.
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and now... another! lol my supply is endless Buckle Down Buckle down – don’t make a sound ‘til I tell you to
On the ground – you make a move and I’ll make you scream
Turn around – face what you get for being bad
Ready now – I’ll make your pretty little lips bleed You’re nothing if you’re not what people are afraid of
Living by the rules of someone needing to be played rough
I can see the fire in your eyes when you crawl to me
Begging me to put you through the misery you need to be Satisfied! With the life that God has given you
Satisfied! With the body God has given you
Satisfied! With the needs that God has given you
Satisfied with the urges surging deep inside of you Buckle down – don’t shed a tear until I tell you to
On the ground – I’ll take you everywhere you wanna go
Turn around – take all the beating you know you deserve
Ready now – I’ll make you feel it like you’ve never known You’re nothing if you’re not what people are afraid of
Living by the rules of someone needing to be played rough
I can see the power in your eyes when you crawl to me
But, somehow...you’re everything I need to be Satisfied! With the life that God has given me
Satisfied! With the mind that God has given me
Satisfied! With this talent God has given me
Satisfied with you on your knees chained in front of me Your name is tossed through all the gossip on the street
All you really live for is the begging at my feet
I can see the shameful look of pleasure in your eyes
At the size of the whip I’m gonna use to break you up inside
Buckle down, don’t you make a sound until I tell you to
On your knees, try to get away and I will make you scream
Turn around, let me at that back you know I like to beat
Scream my name! Tell me just how very bad you’ve been You’ve had your foreplay, now it’s time for you to come
Tell me how you want it and I’ll show you how it’s done
I can see the thrilled anticipation in your eyes
At the very sight of what I’m gonna use to fill you up inside
Buckle down – make every sound I love, and make it loud
Open wide – let every fantasy come true tonight
Turn around – I’ll make you cum right up the fucking wall
Ready now – I’ll go so hard so deep inside, I’ll leave you Satisfied! With the life that God has given you
Satisfied! With the body God has given you
Satisfied! With the needs that God has given you
Satisfied! With the urges deep inside You make me
Satisfied! With the life that God has given me
Satisfied! With the mind that God has given me
Satisfied! With this talent God has given me
Satisfied with the way you satisfy the man in me Satisfied...with the senses God has given us
Satisfied...with the bond that God has given us
Satisfied...with every movement God has given us
Satisfied...with every moment God has given us
Last edited by Chrizzy (2009-11-30 16:35:35)
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Big bertha drove a truck and from behind is how she liked to ….drive
She had a friend who was a runt, he only came up to her…. thigh
But that was the ok you see, because on his face she liked to… tickle
He enjoyed this more than some, to the point that he would….smile
Then he would climb to her chest and sit, and there he would take a… picture
They would be so filled with glee’n’hoo hoo, lying there in all that … and … …..
Last edited by swollenguy (2009-11-30 18:11:24)
- wolfman1959
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Chrizzy wrote:Wow, I have to agree, D@vid, your work is awesome. We do have some great writers here. It helps to have strong emotions and to know how to express them, and you guys do that well. I love seeing people's expressions of themselves on paper (or on a screen, in this case). Now, like I usually have to do, I took a song of mine and poemized it. So, again, it reads like a song, but that's alright...
Lowlife Light falls softly on the snow on the street
Where shadows follow without missing a beat
Turn ‘round slowly by the curb where they meet
Two children call out; it’s not the way it should be I am fine with the way they berate me
And I am fine if they choose not to praise me
And I am fine with every word that they say
I am fine with making one more mistake I am fine; let my words remind you how much I have been through
I am fine; don’t tell me I can’t feel the way I do
I am fine with the madness and the anger you vent
And I am fine; but don’t expect me here when you repent And I resent the moment that you came up to my door
To be a friend when all you know is how to be at war
See the knife that still sits in the back that you deceived
And I’m the lowlife for telling you to take your lying with you when you leave In the snow on the street
There’s a reminder of what would’ve been seen
Had there been someone who cared enough to be there
Only the children saw the pain and despair I am fine with the blood on my hands
And it ain’t mine...I hope your mom understands
And I am fine; it’s just the life that you made
I am fine...now let’s see you say the same I am fine; let my tone remind you how much I have been through
I am fine; don’t you dare to try to tell me what I can’t do
I am fine...bring on all your double-standards
I am fine...with the lowlife that I am And I’ll be damned if I will mourn the timely death of a hollow mind
By my hand; you mock the sins I hold inside
See the knife that still sits where a man would have a spine
And I’m a lowlife...but I am fine
Excellent Chrizzy:)
- wolfman1959
- He doesn't fart. He's a rocket powered sex machine
- Online
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BlackTequilaKiss wrote:Love the poem Chrizzy, very dark but in that same tone, beautiful. I agree we have some true talent on the board. Be aware I am not one of them Below is a mini poem I did one day, in about a 5 min. break. This is the usual of what my mind comes up with.
Unholy One: In his hands he holds
the Sword
His breath barely a whisper as through the quiet
The cries he tries to ignore. Quickly the ground is bloodied
Flesh is spilled
Belief is lost
And the prophecy is fulfilled He stares around
His eyes glowing brightest red
As wearily he realises
Everyone but him, is dead He walks from the devastating sight
Back into the dark
His soul losing much of its light
Onto new ventures he embarks Greeted by silence
He moves deep in forbidden territory
Sword araised
Afraid of what he'll see He treads upon broken glass
Abiding his moment
Until at last it is upon him
No further hiding The fight begins
Painstaking yet no more grand
One on one
Until just one stands He stands over the body
With little remorse
Dropping his sword to the ground
And once again, lost is sound He stands alone in that spot
Thinking of what he has lost All that made him what he was
is now long gone As he walks from what he once was
and, alas, becomes the Unholy One...
vivid stuff BTK! so you are not one of the talented ones on this thread? you came up with this in 5 mins! if you are not talented , then i'm the Queen of Sheba. peel me a grape! xx
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*Peels Wolfy a Grape* But in all honesty, thank you hun you always have something sweet to say. What would HM be without our resident (sexy) Wolfy? Love you darl' and I think we all have considerable talents across the board.
- wolfman1959
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AT THE FUNERAL
If i were dead, what would i see?
At the funeral ceremony gathering
People coming in , some with genuine grief and sadness, which would last a short while,
Maybe a few people where it may last a while longer
But most of them would have a false sadness, just a show, they couldn't really care less
That's life i guess.
I'd stand amongst my loved ones, and try to communicate, i understand it will be ok
And i'd stand among the hypocrites, wiping away tears, they turn on like a tap
and their lies " He was such a lovely man" " such a wonderful man" "i loved him so much"
i'd stand in front of them and sneer and scream and shout in their lying faces
"you turned your back on me, i trusted you" " you shits, you don't fucking care!"
Then as my body in it's coffin goes slowly to the furnace
i feel myself drifting with it into the flames
No pain just everything getting further away, looking back through a tunnel
What happens now?
where am i going, to my own personal heaven or hell?
Who knows?
Life goes on, day by day
That's life i guess.
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Behold! More words of a rhyming nature.
I started this about an hour ago, and just finished it. For me to write a poem/song that fast, it usually has to be something that's really important to me, or is really bugging me, that I don't have to think much about to get down in writing. In this case, it's that one thing I didn't get for my birthday (that I mentioned elsewhere) that's really kinda irritating me. This is the product of that. Sera Stabbed in the back by fate
Just the way things always are
Like the moon that hangs above me
Drowning even the brightest star Here I am, a sad sight
Writing out everything I feel
‘Cause I can’t say it to you
Face to face, to help it heal I know just where I’ll be
While you’re wherever you are
I’ll be here wishing I could feel your touch
But you’re so far I’ll sit here by myself
For your prom, I’ll dream alone
I won’t get to dance with you
‘Cause you won’t ask me to go At your graduation
There will sit one lonely seat
Useless and unneeded
While you have your fun without me Future comes up fast
You make your plans and dot your i’s
But here I stand, that uncrossed t
I will be tossed aside Even now, you’re out there
Somewhere without me around
While my heart beats for you
And I hear your voice in every sound Twenty years to get here
Half a dozen have come and gone
Half a dozen times I’ve loved
Half a dozen times I’ve been wrong So take your gentle words
All those smiles I’ve come to long for
The laugh that makes me warm inside
And shatter the hope you’ve borne I know the pattern far too well
Have lived it an eternity
Why should you be different?
Que sera; it’s simply what will be
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Chrizzy wrote:This is how my mind usually works...
Lamb of Mary (you know, the one from Baahh-thlehem ) Mary had a little lamb, his fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go
He followed her to school one day, and so the story goes
That lambs aren’t supposed to be at school
The teacher took Mary out of the class and said
'Now, if he comes here one more time, that lamb will end up dead'
And Mary ran home crying and laid up in her bed
Until she heard her dad call out from the shed
The lamb had ate his coveralls and now was sound asleep
On some hay in the corner where the carrots used to be
And all that was left of a bumper crop of beats
Was a purple stain by the lamb’s feet
Mary took the lamb out to the backyard
And, tied him on a short rope so he could not get far
But, later that day, she found the rope parted
And the lamb hiding underneath the car
She ran off to her mother and asked, 'What can I do?'
She answered, 'Maybe you can find someone to sell him to
I’m sure that you could make a buck, or maybe even two
If you dressed him in a suit and fancy shoes'
She tried and she tried to find someone to take him in
But, no one wanted him, and her will was wearing thin
Until later that week when she asked, 'What’s for dinner?'
And her dad said with a grin, 'Lamb chops'
Cute. Great thread. I love lyrical people. P.S. Chrizzy, this only enhances the desire I have for you, player. Heh...
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You guys are really really good. Very very talented people we have on this thread. It's amazing. I tried my hand at poem writing. I've written ten now. I'll share one with you guys.
It's my only dark poem. I usually write poems that are a little more happy. But this one is still my favorite The Human Zoo by Creature We kill your world
Like it or not
Shut up you hippy
Before you get shot We kill your son and daughter
And J.F.K
You wanna live?
Well, you'll have to pay We shot Mr.King
Drop your flowers
You dance and sing
But we still got the power We own you
Turn on your TV
We know where you are
But you just don't see Ignorant fools
You're all the same
We make the rules
And you play our games We own you
Tyrannical flame
We know all about you
Even your name We're killing you
You just don't know
The American Dream
Your high is so low A reacurring process
That you all support
No one will stop us
Your perception is ruined, you've lost the door What are you going to do about it?
Nothing at all
Reminice in Dylan's words:
"He who gets hurt, is he who has stalled." You don't have no freedom
You don't know what it is
All you hippies can die
Cause you know how to live We'll shove you on the ground
And cut up your face
The man in blue
Won't understand you
And spray your eyes with mace You don't know us
But we know you
You won't see us
You'll die if you do Cover up, push you through a window
We don't care
All we count is money
And you know we don't share You'll get stomped
From under our feet
You dirty hippy
Get on back to your street Live in your filth
Live in your city slime
Starve on the street
With your meaningless time We gave you AIDS
Population control
We gave you the pill
Kill your baby, sell your soul We made your death
You know it's true
All you know is lies
You're in our human zoo You're our human
And you'll be treated so
Death and Greed
You reap what we sow You're in our human zoo
And we own you SO WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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Hope you guys like it. Maybe next time I'll share a happy one. LOL.
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I loved it Creature dark, morose and it touches on a lot of subjects. Very dark but poetically gorgeous. I'm surprised this thread still manages to survive and keeps resurfacing. But I am glad you guys do like this thread, that means a lot.
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