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Samuri Scearious
May 18th, 2005, 6:30 PM
I am sort of afraid to post this but, here goes my poems:

What the hell is going on here?
Have we gone insane?
Does anyone care anymore?
The worlds in pandemonium.
There are riots on the streets,
which are home to many.
Our world thrives of chaos.
Were in pandemonium.
What do some do about it?
They join in like a bunch of idiots.
In a world were many people are slain,
Theyre in pandemonium.
Yet I continue to hide my fears.
They dwell and feast inside me.
With a life thats full of enemies,
Im in pandemonium.
All we do is add to the suffering.
We contribute to the killing.
And with lives that have the same evil desire,
We are the pandemonium.
Some of us work very hard.
We try to stop the torment.
We do it though it will not happen.
Work is in pandemonium.
Bang, bang, goes the broken gun.
Taking with it an innocent life.
These are noises we mustnt hear.
Noises of pandemonium,
Guns, pistols, knives, all weapons.
Bombs and death, essential in wars.
Hiding is not only weapons of mass destruction,
Weapons of pandemonium.
We are the pandemonium.
And yet, we are saviors.
Those who are doing write disproves my theory:
We are the pandemonium.
And yet we are saviors.
Of our own demise.
Those doing good know one thing for sure:
They are not the pandemonium.

The current status of the area I call home is falling.
It's a never-ending torture.
The pain, the suffering, the horror of it all.
It's a shame, for those who lost their lives.
Death may happen every day.
But it's all the same old game.
We all start to care less.
And soon, not care at all.
It's a world of despair, no one may notice.
But when their time comes, they may consider.
It seems that I am the one failing.
Doing nothing at all.
As I type, I slowly die.
The city's going straight to hell.
No direction or place to go.
If we all happen to die
there will peace in other places.
In this world, love is now a lie.
But long, long ago,
it had a meaning.
Quietly typing in my own demise,
torture and pain will never stop.
Here, lying in hell
Where the innocent are always guilty.
Everything's a lie.
It surely will not end,
the morning of us all.
Cry, suffer die.
The occupation of many.
Shoot, stab, kill.
The job of some.
But wait, these aren't just jobs,
for they are everyday activities.
It appears the is no world,
for there is only heaven and hell.
The flaming pits of hell is now our world.
The world no longer exists,
the devil roams.
He is behind us, below us, and even within us.
He is our family, our friends, the world.
And everyday he possesses our minds.
Who can you trust,
if I may ask,
in a cruel place, a.k.a. Earth.
And what is sanctuary,
when you'll get killed anyway?
There no longer is a word such as safe...

It is like Satan,
waiting in a heart like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
But instead, something horrible hatches.
To those whove experienced it, it is a joy.
To those who have lost it find nothing but pain.
And those who have never experienced it cant possibly imagine it.
It is very abused and played with.
Some are lucky enough to break its spell.
They are those whove found its true meaning.
A word that is not in the dictionary.
Everyone has their own definition for it.
It is a word of many meanings.
From saying I love you,
To saying I do,
It is merely nothing new.
It is something that is just very rare.

In a sign
of truth or false
and where telling the truth
will never work.
No pity, no sympathy,
but you'll get a lot of betrayal.
How can you trust
how can you live
knowing that you will
never prevail.
In a place,
where love is lost
and nothing is as it seems,
what will you do
what will you think
when it comes to me?
Here's a place that will put you through stuff
stuff you'll regret, stuff you'll hate
welcome to my own world
it's down
but there's always one person
who'll always be there for me
good luck guessing
if that'll be.

In the dark.
Where I slowly write.
I hear and see sirens,
with my failing dim light.
A world crashing,
just like a computer.
There is no sympathy,
for those who were lost.
Our humble Earth,
she knows no peace.
She is too old.
Like us, shes lost her memory.
As time passes,
Memento Mori.
Remember these words.
Remember you will die.
There are those who rebel against the wars.
They seek only peace.
And those who fight in them.
They kill only to maintain the peace.
I leave you with two simple words.
These also make a phrase.
A phrase that is true.
Memento Mori: Remember you will die.

Hello dear friend.
I heard you knocking.
Do you remember when we met?
Indeed, we were enemies.
Look at us know.
Were the best of friends.
It is still weird.
Going from foe to friend.
We had known each other
for quite some time,
You were a true friend,
Quite unique indeed.
When the news came,
that you would move forever,
I was saddened.
At least you still called me.
From Arizona I was phoned.
But one day and 3 years later, you hadnt called.
Had you forgotten me?
Youve left me forever, and never said good-bye

They're sort of... crappy...

May 18th, 2005, 6:46 PM
bravo bravo it has a deep meaning

May 18th, 2005, 6:52 PM
Aaawww don't be afraid. Like I said, your poems are deep and speak truth and are very well done ^.~

May 18th, 2005, 6:57 PM
Very Nice ^^

eh... i could never write something like that @[email protected]

maybe you could enter it into a poetry contest ^^

May 18th, 2005, 6:58 PM
I love your peotry! Good job!

Samuri Scearious
May 18th, 2005, 7:00 PM
Uh... thank you all for the compliments... it just comes to me... I write late at night, so I won't be seen. And, at night is when it comes to me.

May 19th, 2005, 6:40 PM
that is a very nice poem^^ I enjoyed it a lot^^

May 22nd, 2005, 2:09 PM
it is better than any poems I have ever written.