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Not Like Anyone Cares... but, My Poetry!
Well believe it or not, I have some poetic skills... I'll just copy these from my DeviantART account to here...
NOTE: Some content may contain the use of the "H-word" but never used improperly, and some content may contain descriptive painful death, blood, or suicidal situations, if you are not interested, do not continue. AnOtHeR nOtE: Many of these poems relating to people getting killed or killing themselves, may have a connection to some of my deep thoughts, I hope this doesn't change your opinion on me! ^^;; A.I.N.P. (Anti-Internet Proned) This is a humorous piece that I was inspired to make by Genesissonic and.. Melbirn, who you probably dont know.. A.I.N.P... You don't fit in the net Why can't you see? You just don't fit in You're just not like me You don't understand us You can't comprehend The Language we speak And the things that we send wut r u tokin abot?????/// i dun nto no ne ting I know you don't dude... You can't even spell thing Listen up man Listen closely You don't belong in this world If you can't count to three 1, 2, 3 i ddi ti c? Fool, repeat after me I will learn how to spell, and use e's and not 3's i wlil lern hwo 2 spll & use 3's & nto 3's This is insane Newbie, begone I'll destroy you, fool Before the crack of dawn Tribute to Beakmin You may find this over-exxagerated and funny, but its not, its a tribute to my snail... who died a few months ago... oh how I miss him... Beakmin I laughed when I saw you And I cried when you died, too There's an empty hole in my heart It's waiting here for you We had millions of lovely moments Watching you glide over the rocks Seeing your happy face Imagining you talk Now I'm imagining you back with me Seeing your ghost over the rocks Trying to vision your happy face Hearing your voice, hearing you talk When I glanced over at your tank I imediately smiled, Beakmin, I love you For everything, it's you to thank Killed Me Here's a serious piece about a guy that no one cared about, was killed, and the murderer's heart is now painted with the guilt of his innocent death. Check it out. I'm dead, torn, smashed and rotten Fell into darkness Life forgotten You felt the temptation Rage was racin' You killed me Now I'm just a blood basin No one knows about it But here I still lie Months after the accident Didn't deserve to die A day later, the blood still stains Consequently your guilt's still stained Your red memory remained And your life's in the dark too, here with my remains Constraint From Me Piece about a guy who was locked away in a room because of the injuries and deaths of many people uncontrollably caused by his fists, and winds up killing himself with loss of self control. I guess I'm violent But all alone in my room? They said its my last chance But they don't heal my own wound? They said to stop beating people up But what about myself? They locked me up in here, alone And there's blood all over the shelf They don't have feelings for me Or am I just insane? I can't control my fist Or I can't feel any pain I'll stay locked in here Until I kill myself and pass away They won't care that I'm dead They'll just be glad I'm gone today They'll see the shelves, the walls, all painted red They'll see me on the bed, with no wounds They'll feel me fist, and end up dead Its clear now that its not my fault They said one more person and I'll be dead But they never told me who would kill me I guess that didn't even need to be said But my fist is still receiving waves From inside of my head Open Hole, Blanket of Memories This is a piece that may put a rather disturbing image in your head, about someone who believes that no matter how long you're tortured, you still have a perfect body in your mind. Take my body Sacrifice my soul Rip out my heart Leave an open hole Burn the casket Have my head Pull out my skull Make sure I'm dead Saw off my limbs Drain the blood Cook the meat And Just leave the rest In a puddle of mud You've left one thing though My mind, my thoughts With that I'll never let go To hope, to me I'll hang on to what hope I have In this dark room of mine I'll stay wrapped up in my blankets And just pray that I'm fine My blanket of memory My room of remains Keep me safe here In snow, or when it rains No matter how much you hate me Or how much you've tormented my soul I'm immortal, you fool You left that open hole - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I don't know if this is on-topic, but similar to poems are these things called "Prose" that is basically a poem that doesn't rhyme... here are mine... Reality's Veins Piece about society... and how its becoming corruptish... Creeping through life, everyone is part of reality's veins, its nervous system; when someone gets damaged, it messes up the whole system. In an unusual case, some don't want to be a part of it. Some want to be in a land where there are no laws, and the people never commit crimes. This nervous system would never be harmed, left in an everlasting peace. But this place doesn't exist, though. And this nervous system is falling apart, and will eventually snap. This urge to be thrown in the darkness and locked away is building, there the tension will stop. There, no veins will even be flowing, and no damage can be done. There, the loneliness would produce safety, not awkward mania. This cluttered, uncivilized and corrupted world, is a place that many like to call Reality. On the other hand, some people like me call it ****. Facing Yourself One of my personal favorites... its about an alter ego that is trying to kill him for certain reasons... and succeeds. Back away, you're not here anymore. ...Yes I am. Get out. You're burning my sanity. No. Leave me for dead, but you'd kill me anyway. Naive Fool. Crawl back into ****, you belong there. Mehehe... I'd rather rot than have you around. No you need me. So leave me alone, you don't know me. More than you think. GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE TEARING MY MIND APART! No, let me stay with you. PLEASE! MY HEAD IS MELTING! You can't live, you weren't meant to. GO!! GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!! If I do, you'll suffer more. NO!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME! HELP M-- *choking noise* *sound of flames, then blood gushing from the head* He couldn't face himself... my job is done. Nightmirror About a guy that communicates with his insane self through a mirror, that tries to slow down his life and keep him from doing anything with it. Thus, suicide comes to mind, and... well, read it to find out... Stop mirroring me, stop telling me this. Stop giving me orders and killing me. Stop disabling my opportunities and chances to advance. Stop taking my friends and all of my happiness. Stop trying to kill me and destroy my mind, stop taking my hope and all of my pride. Nothing you could do could ever please me, or do anything else but cause pain. I see you in the mirror, a revertion of me, an insanitary monster that wants to kill me. But guess what? I've countered your plan, I put an end to my own life, to end your life too. Apocalypse Skies Here's my favorite. Its how I vision the end of the world. The sky is like the deep chasm of translucent dust and faded off gold combined with the unforsaken sound of the winds that bring death. It's the mirror of the earth's crust, the inverted red sand, compelled to never be felt. It's covered up with an unsuspecting shield, to blind men to believe it brings joy. When it rains, the shield breaks, you see the apocalypse draw near. When it thunders it's a warning. It's a sample of the bite when it hails. But I can see through it, I see the end. When the pillars snap and the skyscrapers and mountains break. I see the sky descend, forcefully enraged, seeking revenge on man for polluting it so. I watch as it falls, I see it collapse, into the streets, grass, and dirt like water through paper. All the lights go out, the grass turns red, the city emits into endless flames. The dirt drowns itself, darkening forever, until it's one with the rock, and the crust is gone. Last, I see life, naturally frightened, naive as before. They try their best to warn everyone, but they're late. The moon and the sun collide into the emptiness above, and the explosion ensues, the bright light is seen, and nothing else is known. This is what I see, these are the Apocalypse Skies. Quicksand This one bothers me, because its based off of a life experience... Its like the midst of a coma with a loss of blood. You really wanna cry but you can't produce tears. There's a hole in your body, and its like it was meant to be there. There's an empty skull in your head, it doesn't care if it ever gets filled. You can't make one happy through gifts or money, but you'll soon find out that words are useless as well. You don't want to be the annoying one, but you can't help it when someone is ignorant, and doesn't listen or answer to a thing you say. You start to lose confidence, you wanna slip away. If that ever happens then go for it, when you return it'll be over. Sink down into the quicksand, so it can cloud your mind. Sink to the very bottom, so your ears become inactive. Then hold on tight to confidence, be proud for what you say, regardless if its being heard or not. Your favor of disappearance will be useful when you reawaken the next day. Peace, Love, and H*** About a society with a glitch in it, an innocent person that no one respects or cares about, and think that he wasn't meant to be alive, created on accident. Peace The source of happiness, is produced in this word. It cannot be won through violence or hate. It comes when it wants to, and respected if it does. Peace doesn't exist everywhere, but here it does. Or at least, for 99 out of 100 people. Love Love is a strong word, expressed multiple ways. It could be your family, or a stray pet. Maybe its your new car, or computer or game. It could be that someone in your class that you want to win yours. In this place, love is existant, except for one person. **** **** is the kid in the corner, crying in pain. The kid that wants to die, and doesn't fit in. He's the kid that peace doesn't exist in, the 1 out of 100. He's the kid that's not loved, the one unexistant spot. He's life's shadow, the glitch within it, the one that was accidentally made, and wasn't supposed to be in it. These together, form this society's three aspects; Peace, Love, and ****... |
nice....yeah....really....right...I think so :)
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hmm... you have unique poetry i like it!!!
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