drahkon Posted February 18, 2007 Posted February 18, 2007 Hey there, I wanna know if you write poems or texts to deal with something, whatever it is. I, guess what, do. Not for so long though. And also I'm German so my vocabulary isn't that impressive (I write mainly German anyway). I'd like to show you my poems so far: Clouds I see your eyes like they're on fire trying to burn with a violent desire. These sun rays, they reflect your light, I will beat them with all my might. Death is rising, you do know that. Bleeding roses, they will all shut. My head is bursting as I think, I want to love but not to sink. I really love and hate to say this: All I wanted is just one kiss. You are gone and all I see is you, running away from me. It's not your fault my very dear. I was afraid, I say with fear. You are gone, I want you girl. Death has risen, with you pearl. My doleful story is not over with a single four-leaved clover. Your violence was never there, I realize, it was despair. Will it come to a happy end? Like the movies all pretend? Will I stay in my own anguish always trying not to perish? This is it, I have decided. I love you, I can't deny it. Sadness covers all my soul. It's over now and I am sole. Sunset There is something dwelling in my soul. In my deepest cave; it's crying there to heal. I fall asleep, drowning in this nightmare. Can't reveal what I would like to. I lie here, trying to scream. Being able to kill for my dream. I realize I want to slay myself for letting you go, you beautiful elf. Hear the voice from within. It's calling me, everyday, every night. The air boils, as the sound scorches my ears. Please leave me alone; get out of my life. I lie here, trying to scream. Being able to kill for my dream. I realize I want to slay myself for letting you go, you beautiful elf. Now I'm falling, getting over you. I'll never find the end, never find the ground. This drop never stops. It's infinte pain. I'm ready to die. Ready to forget. I lie here, trying to scream. Being able to kill for my dream. I realize I want to forget, to get over you, you lovely sunset. The Art Of Losing I have eliminated it. It won't let me down anymore. But still im sinking in; deeper into my agony. This phantom in my mind keeps me focused on what I feel. He shows me how miserable I really am. Although you're dead inside, my soul is shining. Not for you, but for me; this might be the end of it all. I try to justify these thoughts, I'll never die with a solution. Your life will end with just one shot. It's bursting out of my delusion. I've walked on this road once. I have beaten every trial. Now I'm back again. With one more test. It could be the most complicated. If the devils wake me, I will crush this tree of anger. I don't want to fade away without gaining. No more turning into dust. Into the art of losing. Change It's lasting for so long. Now I try to face the truth. Didn't ask to feel that way. It just came over me. I turn around, but don't expect me to care. No emotions, when you're gone. This forest of magic, you held me in, will burn. I was in a shelter, revolutionized my life. Dying of what I have seen, the beauty in your eyes. I turn around, but don't expect me to care. No more crying, when you're gone. This sea of melting ice, you held me in, still burns. See this life as a test. My fantasy fulminates, and it is alive again. It's just come over me. I turn around, but don't expect me to care. There'll be crying, when you're gone. I have escaped the chamber that will always burn. As you can see, my texts deal with love. And the pain related to it. If you write stuff like this you may post it I would like to see some works.
Caris Posted February 18, 2007 Posted February 18, 2007 This should be in the Creative board really, but welcome to the forums
drahkon Posted February 18, 2007 Author Posted February 18, 2007 Oh sorry...made my second mistake...gosh I am such an idiot You can either move this thread or delete it...if you're doing the last one then notice me please cause I will post my texts in the right thread then...
killthenet Posted February 18, 2007 Posted February 18, 2007 Yobs. Hello Terror. Where is beauty? George Bush is on the warpath. Stephen Fry. Stephen Fry. No air in sight. Stephen Fry! Stephen Fry! Oh! Just get a room already. Goodbye Terror. Beauty is down the shops.
drahkon Posted February 18, 2007 Author Posted February 18, 2007 They will move it, there not that mean Since that is done you can leave your comments on my texts and/or post yours (I know they aren't mean...been reeding this forum for a long time. Now I'll probably be more active ) That's a very nice poem you wrote there killthenet. Although I don't get the lines with Stephen Fry. Don't know him... But the rest is good
killthenet Posted March 19, 2007 Posted March 19, 2007 Grassy Knoll: No, no, no. See grabbers be grabbing Just hating and fighting. I look to the sea. Only boats. Ferrying coats. Coast to coast. In that famous old song The one where tree's make no sound. All they do is crumble, when they fall to the ground: If a man falls in the woods, does he make a sound? Or does he just fall? Only to die, bleeding on the ground. Maybe the universe doesn't make a sound And in actual fact, there is nothing. Around. Another 40 years Piccanau. Piccanau. Delicate asteroids and all that fuss. Makes you realise you're nothing but dust. Jim Davidson had an affair with my wife. Hole in one, Jim. Hole in one. My metaphysical arsecandle Fumbling through existance. Nice one, Jim. Nice one! Do another joke about the tsunami! And end it with a punchline about framing John Virgo. So you can get rid of the guilt of sticking your arse in that blind girls face. Creased all over and not a scratch on me. I loved the one about the Gypsies. Make me another where they lose in the end. Hunched like an animal. You kept kicking them in the ribs. The crowd found it hilarious. Especially the disableds in the front row. What will you do next time Jim? From your house in Dubai you've no worries about Tax. But you come back once a year To remind us you exist. But in the end you won't do. And we'll remember you as a facist. Who likes to call everybody a ****.
killthenet Posted April 4, 2007 Posted April 4, 2007 Like a melon with a street corner armchair. I embraced the lampshade tightly. As the grip fell short so lightly. I can't contain my orange shame. Even though it's so delightful Kiss it better and i'll love you forever. But you won't. So I'll go elsewhere.
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