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29 July, 2008 at 2:18 pm #306614
@Forget Me Not wrote:
are you referring to that poem in particular or are you talking about the whole lot? because what I usually do is write it then edit it so that it flows better
rewrite the last stanza..take your time..then come back to me.
:wink:29 July, 2008 at 2:21 pm #306615Stanza and deliver
Ya money or ya life :P29 July, 2008 at 2:22 pm #306616@esmeralda wrote:
@Forget Me Not wrote:
are you referring to that poem in particular or are you talking about the whole lot? because what I usually do is write it then edit it so that it flows better
rewrite the last stanza..take your time..then come back to me.
:wink:I feel an A* coming on today for someone… go, go forget me not, and come back for your applause!
29 July, 2008 at 2:27 pm #306617@sharongooner wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
@Forget Me Not wrote:
are you referring to that poem in particular or are you talking about the whole lot? because what I usually do is write it then edit it so that it flows better
rewrite the last stanza..take your time..then come back to me.
:wink:I feel an A* coming on today for someone… go, go forget me not, and come back for your applause!
There’s no rush!!!!!!!! :roll:
29 July, 2008 at 2:34 pm #306618@Forget Me Not wrote:
who is that?
who calls my name?
what do you want?
what is your game?are you redemption
sent on silken soft wings?
or are you a demon
come to say sinful things?whoever you are
whatever your tone
nothing can you say to me
would outweigh my own
sense of losshow about…
For I am but
of mortal flesh
and I can only do
my humble, feeble best
(nothing more and nothing less)… still doesn’t seem right (I’m going to start obsessing over this for the next few days it seems)
29 July, 2008 at 9:19 pm #306619IDOL
(or A New Paradise for True Beginners)O come, all ye faithless!
And so I was,
And so I did.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
This was my first digression.Click.
You see, on my third day from Thirty
A true love said to me..
Brb.
Parting of the bed, see?
Holocaust of silence.
He brewed for himself
His own basket case.
Weaved from water and other such
Urgencies of thirst,
Fluid in steady recline... So here I came, uh huh,
And it reminded me of running the ranch fields of Inchicore –
The freedom of being Twelve..
Tribes, thousands on screen.
Taurean,
Synaesthesia en masse.
Sinai language, commanding,
Shattering tableaus.
Click – handsome hound.
Click – clever cad.
Click – funny fecker.
Click me out, baby.By morning with boy-legs like a new born foal,
In the all is awe brightness of a dew.
Fragile child of day..
.. Awake all night,
Uber Ram’s Horn for the herd.
Malefactor,
Mocking with merchant tongue
The few you fuck unfettered.
Burning many a bush but bridges kept intact.
Holy Moses…Then,
You..From true mountain descent.
Fate bringer, through bringing a faith restored.
Wielding woman’s wounds like a sword,
So that all that previous death dies,
Destroyed through the comfort and gentile glory
Of a knowing Resurrection.29 July, 2008 at 9:59 pm #306620blimey Pepps you are on a roll well done
i like reading these keep it up peeps :)
well Pepps, Cath, Esme and Forget mainly lol and the occassional Mims input :)29 July, 2008 at 10:06 pm #306621for this life, what of it
why
why do we exist
why do we
not value
what we have
why do we
mourn
for those things we do not have
why spend
what precious time
on the
what if’s
on the if only
on things
we
cannot
changecherish
cherish?
what a funny word
it rolls
off the tongue
but
it ends
in an ish
what of
the ish’s
of this life
dont think
just do
just do what
you want
whatever
makes
you , yes you
feel goodjust do
the what if’s
a wise person
once said
never regret
the things
you didnt do
you know just
what i’m talking
about…….be true
be true to you
to your soul
try it
you will never know
if it was
worth it
if
you don’tso get out there
we could be
this way
no matter what
your belief’s
only once
live
every day
just do it……….29 July, 2008 at 11:16 pm #306622Folly
crimson teardrops
fall in scarlet rain
my jaded soul
reflected in
the mirror darkestmy mortal heart
rended from
flesh so weak
and disgourging
spider like talons
crawls towards its
own self-destructiondemons of my
own design
slither and wind
ascending from
the charnel chasm
the abyss reflected
in diamond faceted eyesall fall to the scythe
given time
both ally and enemy
die mortal deaths
no different from the last
an endless sea of uniform greythis sad truth
that all is finite
altruism pointless
in the grand schemeindignantly we scream
false prophecy to the world
uncaring of response or answer
only demanding a voice amid
the unyielding cacophony
selfishly demanding to be noticedmy words now merely amble
across this decaying page
devoid of purpose
yet still I press on
a prisoner in my own mind
the drudgery of existencestill I must carry on
for it is all
that you or I
shall ever truly know30 July, 2008 at 12:06 pm #306623cyanide nightmares
and opium dreams
a sadist’s delight
within a masochist’s screamfate is blind
and love is dead
cold hearted laughter
reverberates through my headthe cadavers begin to crawl
and the carrion take flight
faithless I resign myself
to this sanguinary sighthopeless I pray
to baphomet
for mortal compassion
to wash away this threatsilence resounds
but that is what becomes
when the deus ex machina
is used as our beaconsall becomes as dust
to me in these
godless times
the heart refused any ease
from this new-wave disease
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