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    A few months back R.Flagg and I was discussing poetry. Yes, as you can tell by my ID, I am a poet. This thread is for all the people who would like to share their love for writing, whether it be poetry or lyrics. I encourage anyone to share what they have written. It doesn't have to be dark poetry or horror based, just your writing. Please all I ask is that everyone be respectful of each other. Helpful criticism is always welcome! I will share a few of mine first :

    Do you ever wonder what your subconscious says to you? Perhaps something along the lines of this: (I have posted this before somewhere on the forum)

    Killer
    HHHeeeellllllooo
    I know you hear me
    Why do you ignore me?
    I will always be here
    Deep within the depths of your mind
    I will never leave
    Why do you deny me?

    You know who I am
    I am you
    You, when you think of hurting her
    You know you want to
    You cant deny it
    Oh, you know once you do it
    You will get a rush out of it

    Come on, it just takes one time
    Hurt her, make her cry
    and you will be content
    Oh such a rush!
    Just one time and
    You will be hooked

    You can do it
    She deserved it!
    The lying Bitch!
    You dont deserve
    someone like her
    She whores around
    and laughs behind your back

    I will never leave you
    I have been here
    since the beginning of time
    Look what Cain did to Abel?
    I was here then
    I helped with his undoing
    I will be here forever
    I can never die.

    Dont be scared
    There is nothing
    to be frightened of
    Look at how the blade shines
    Just once, come on
    You know you can do it.
    Its so inviting, dont look back

    Ahhhhh its finally done!

    The Sacrifice

    As I lay here against the cold stone
    I feel the warmth of the summer night
    against my bare skin,
    The stars and the Moon shine above me
    like diamonds of a celestial pattern

    I feel a great pain, a sharp thrust
    like nothing I have felt before
    As this pain sharpens, I look up
    and notice a man before me
    looking down with lustful yearnings.

    A creature I have never seen before.
    In a dark open robe, chanting in a low voice
    built perfect in every way,
    This God, with hair as dark as
    the ebony wood of the forest,
    Bronze skin kissed by Sun
    Blue eyes, deep as the ocean
    and just as cold.

    The feeling consumes me
    the pain overwhelms me
    and turns into a deep-centered pleasure
    The thrust continues,
    harder, deeper
    I close my eyes and lose myself in ecstasy
    My body pulsates as it has never before,
    I give in to its control.

    A fire burns from within
    ever brighter as it consumes me
    I begin to move with the rhythm
    as sparks seem to ignite.
    A ritual dance between bodies
    soaked in the sweat of the mating.
    And as I cry out, I look at the God before
    I see the glisten of blade
    as its plunged deep within my heart!

    Silence fills the night,
    the chanting has ceased
    the warmth has begin to be replaced by
    the coldness of death
    as the red flows down
    against the slate of the altar
    my eyes stare open wide
    as my soul begins to fade
    into the night sky,
    My heart slows its beating
    for I was.......

    The Sacrifice.



    Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.


  • #2
    You know how much I love this poem, you're very good at writing, your stories, your poems.

    I find it extremely captivating in how you perceive the way to poetry. It notice your words full of strength and very particular intensity. You move sensibilities and your words leave a deep imprint.

    Thanks for letting me enjoy them.

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Renacimiento View Post
      You know how much I love this poem, you're very good at writing, your stories, your poems.

      I find it extremely captivating in how you perceive the way to poetry. It notice your words full of strength and very particular intensity. You move sensibilities and your words leave a deep imprint.

      Thanks for letting me enjoy them.


      Flutter

      I feel a slight flutter against my cheek.
      As soft as the wind during a spring day
      A tender kiss brought by love
      With a hope of joy from up above.

      I wonder, is it a butterfly wing that I feel?
      full of color of blue, green and pink
      or a soft wisp of a fairy wing
      and a laughter concealed

      But alas, I look and see
      It was the soft kiss of my love to be!



      Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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      • #4
        DP41. These are quite beautiful. You should think about getting these poems published, if you have'nt done also. Who would you say is your main inspiration/influence in terms of poetry and prose? . I would say mine is William Blake, Wilfred Owen and Ted Hughes (the lovecraftian Ghost Crabs being one of my favourite of all time)

        This is my contribution, once lyrics for a now aborted dark dance number ( intended tonally , in the same vein as Insomnia by Faithless).

        THE MASK OF SANITY



        The thrill of the hunt won’t let me sleep,
        I walk as a wolf amongst the sheep.

        The Harvest Moon calls me out to play,
        To paint the town red with arterial spray.

        My senses boosted to their peak,
        The fittest survivor culling the weak.

        Seduced by sharpened steel,
        I move over, and let The Hunger take the wheel.


        This craving still lingers.
        Hanging over the edge by my fingers.

        And if I start to lose my grip.
        The Mask of Sanity will begin to slip…


        Now my blood goes off the boil,
        As I feed another one to the soil.

        And as I watch the flies,
        Walk upon their unseeing eyes.

        I wonder, what makes me tick,
        Am I truly evil, or am I just sick.

        The experts say,
        All it takes is one bad day,
        Or sometimes you’re just born that way,

        As a predator seeking out its prey.

        And this craving inside still lingers.,
        Hanging over the edge by just a few fingers.

        Now I’m starting to lose my
        grip.
        The Mask of Sanity begins to slip.

        I know nothing can ever fill this hole,
        This bottomless pit I call a soul.

        To temporarily satisfy my need,
        I have to make someone bleed.

        For me there is only true respite,
        In the arms of Endless Night.

        Until then, ill play this part,
        Of Loving Family Man to an art.

        Working a steady Nine-to-Five,
        Another faceless drone toiling in the Hive.

        With a warm smile and friendly handshake,
        I wait with baited breath, for the next psychotic break


        But, this craving still lingers,
        Hanging over the edge by the tips of my fingers,

        And when I finally lose my grip…

        The Mask of Sanity will completely slip!

        " The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind. " - H.P. Lovecraft

        Read latest fiction " The Closet by rhill10" in DEMETIONS at http://www.bloody-disgusting.com/for...t=61754&page=5

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Erebus Dirge View Post
          DP41. These are quite beautiful. You should think about getting these poems published, if you have'nt done also. Who would you say is your main inspiration/influence in terms of poetry and prose? . I would say mine is William Blake, Wilfred Owen and Ted Hughes (the lovecraftian Ghost Crabs being one of my favourite of all time)
          The inspirations behind my poetry is my own self...

          I really like your lyrics.. very nice....

          Here are two more of mine... sometimes I tag the last line of one as my signature..

          Salvation

          As I sit here
          and watch the black
          scratch against the white.
          I think of a love
          that was lost and 'lorn
          and tears fall to the paper
          I write:

          "Do not grieve for me
          My Love.
          You will remain with me forever.
          I am very sorry
          for the things I have done.
          No one can forgive
          and forget,
          For what has to be
          will be done."

          I cry as the glisten of
          the blade is placed
          against my wrist.
          As the red mixes
          With the black
          I whisper
          "Death is my only
          salvation"





          Distance

          Though distance separates by thousands of miles
          my heart calls out in a longing cry
          that only you can answer
          it longs to hear your voice
          In my dreams you are not so far
          but closer than anyone could ever be
          Do not worry my love
          but beyond this distance there is a life
          A life full of dreams and hopes
          That we share as two hearts can only do
          I cry this love of joy
          because my heart has found you!



          Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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          • #6
            I wrote this literally five minutes ago. It came to me while I was driving. I'm sure it sounds better when you hear it rather than just read it but what can you do.

            Unfinished Folk Song

            I felt alive for the first time in awhile
            I took a rope and I tied myself to you
            Cause nothing feels as good
            No nothing feels as good

            You tried to fly but I know just where you'll hide
            You are a bird but I'm a bride
            I'll take nothing less than you
            I'll take nothing less than you

            Time passes by and winter turns to spring
            I wait for you but you don't come
            I sat past the setting sun
            I sat past the setting sun

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            • #7
              Originally posted by voodoo_dolly View Post
              I wrote this literally five minutes ago. It came to me while I was driving. I'm sure it sounds better when you hear it rather than just read it but what can you do.

              Unfinished Folk Song

              I felt alive for the first time in awhile
              I took a rope and I tied myself to you
              Cause nothing feels as good
              No nothing feels as good

              You tried to fly but I know just where you'll hide
              You are a bird but I'm a bride
              I'll take nothing less than you
              I'll take nothing less than you

              Time passes by and winter turns to spring
              I wait for you but you don't come
              I sat past the setting sun
              I sat past the setting sun
              Very nice Dolly. Thank you for contributing!



              Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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              • #8
                A couple of weeks ago, someone asked me to go back to writing my poetry. Within a few minutes I had this completed.


                Oh Young Maiden born in the Spring
                Your hair is as gold as the sun that shone above
                Your youthful joy appears as you run thru the flowers
                soon your time will come and you will grow to maturity

                Oh Mother of Summer, your youthful days are gone
                Your children play in the sand at your feet
                Soon they will leave and you will be on your own
                and you will age to be wiser than before

                Oh Old Woman of the Autumn
                Your skin has changed to the colors of brown leaves
                that crush as you walk thru the warm days
                Soon you will die and only your memory will remain

                Oh Lady of Death, hear our cries
                Our souls rejoice as the snow covers our land
                for in the Spring you will be reborn
                But the memory of your life will continue on



                Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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                • #9
                  That was wonderful Poet truly wonderful and I thank you kindly.

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                  • #10
                    Thanks again Dolly for the compliment. I wrote something long ago similar to that but I lost the document I kept the poem in.


                    I wrote this back in 2007... however recently someone read it and thought I wrote it about them.... Nah...


                    You say we are best friends
                    but actions speak louder than words
                    and your actions are lacking
                    because they make me disbelieve

                    How can I trust you?
                    How can it ever be the same?
                    Do you even care
                    or is this some game?

                    Im tired of the lies and
                    all the disappointments
                    because they bring me down
                    and I can waste my time on something else

                    Stay away,
                    Don't come near
                    because my heart is tired
                    and my eyes have no more tears



                    Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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                    • #11
                      ^^^ good stuff everyone!

                      I don't fancy myself a poet but sometimes I get fucked up and I write down stuff.

                      Alone

                      I was forlorn in the woods with nothing to do, so I formed a castle out of sand an’ some people out of dirt

                      With sprigs an’ twigs, I shaped beasts an’ things; I gave them my love ‘til it hurt

                      I made it ail ‘til rapture evanesced an’ I’d ‘come weary of my game

                      Forthright, I pummeled my world to the ground, back to the bits from which it came

                      I sat an’ soon found myself with nothing to do

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                      • #12
                        "In the Crick, Y'all Done Hither"

                        In the crick, y'all done hither
                        'round the fork tongued recollections of
                        a whiskey dicked feller--
                        five teeth an' one hell of a drunk.

                        In the holler, y'all done plowed
                        some poor, dumb missy in a broke down Chevy
                        that collects rust an' bugs--
                        five speeds that ain't worth a shit.

                        Over yonder, y'all done beat
                        that screaming, helpless colored boy
                        with dirty fists and sticks--
                        five to one was some damn good odds.

                        In that there church, y'all done praised
                        the name of the good lord and sang them hymns,
                        mush mouthin' big words--
                        five syllables and it's 'bout time to quit.

                        In the sink hole, y'all done recycled
                        the old ways an' made 'em the new,
                        never learnin' nothin'--
                        five or ten or zero, them's just stupid fuckin' numbers.

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                        • #13
                          Very nice Capecep and Rex. Thank you for sharing!



                          Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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                          • #14
                            Simmer Song


                            I wasn't born a monster
                            but I chose to go to school for it.
                            I built my private roster
                            to the point where I was prone to slit
                            the throat of anyone who crossed or
                            otherwise meandered from
                            the very narrow set of rules I'd chosen to be true.

                            And don't you high-and-mighties
                            dare point fingers - you all know the stuff
                            - you've tried and liked free samples
                            from your friends, well I was bold enough
                            to live out the addiction to its end,
                            when any smoke from love
                            still lingering, had wafted thin
                            and vanished up the flue.

                            I still enjoy the interest
                            from those years, but seldom spend it.
                            I'm deliberately distanced
                            from all hope of real repentance.
                            And there never was an instance
                            of a disproof (or a due),
                            as I wasn't killed I lived
                            and as I live, I may kill too.

                            ********


                            Gold Background


                            Beatrice was standing with her head tilted down.
                            I, who was fifteen paces farther up the way,
                            had been lying in the field, taking in the summer day.
                            She was staring at some item that was near her on the ground.
                            She bent to look and BANG - a smoky cloud got in the way.

                            I jumped and ran to help, but there was just a heap of ashes
                            and as I began to yell, a demon climbed up through the grass
                            and said, "I thank the fool who touched the stone
                            and freed me from the sulfur.
                            The bolgia pool I called my home will eagerly engulf her.
                            She had to go for me to come, and no one may bear witness,
                            so I'll have to burn you too, my dear,
                            you're on my new-world shit list."

                            I sighed, and took my molecules, and bent them to my will.
                            I transmorphed into a creature that the fiendling couldn't kill.
                            Quite the opposite, in fact - the little bastard gave a yell
                            as I put forth my own attack
                            and with a word, reversed his spell.
                            I reassembled Beatrice from demon flesh and bone,
                            and thank Hell she had no memory of that damned demon's home.
                            But I have to say, she's peppier - she'd burn me if I let her
                            - though for that, when we go walking
                            I may even like her better.
                            Last edited by retinalworm; 09-14-2012, 06:12 PM.
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                            • #15
                              I typed his up earlier but felt it was too negative at the time [not to negative to save it, eh?]

                              dunno if it'd make sense to just any reader

                              On cloud Saturnine - frosty suspire, redesign
                              fluff of Nimbostratus - bleed, itch n pus
                              stifled dormant escapee,
                              coil, unfurl, melanize, gormandize me
                              core defecation, layer thicken blots
                              sully reason, befoul thoughts
                              "exit" "relief below" "now. go"

                              I'm open to sway, in the pitch black
                              I'd forgotten choice or saw no way back

                              Then...an ephemeral flicker reveals glimpses of who I'd once been.
                              There is no such thing as DEATH; it's just a trrransformation.
                              No hay fin para ti. No hay fin para mi.

                              ------------------------------------------------


                              My old place in toronto had a bidet...I liked using it, cleaned the shit outta there + it felt good. Ever masturbate with a stream of water on your asshole? Feels great, try it sometime.

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