Bono Ruler of Earth
Flirting with Insanity
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- Seen May 3, 2005
I write a lot of poetry, and I've got a lot of poetry, and I'm going to post them on this thread from time to time, they sort of flow out of my mind. :D
As for the reviewing, I'd appreciate reviews, although I think the thread here on what a "good" poem is is ridiculous, poems by nature can be chaos, they result from true feelings, no matter what people deem "cliche" or foolish. But maybe I'm just really tired from all the Mountain Dew I had today... :P
Here's two, for now:
She is Fake
She is fake, oh, tis true.
To think that a siren's tongue doth lash with both love and scorn
To think that I would consume that witch's brew.
Oh she is truly beautiful, dangerously so.
It makes me clench my fists and bemoan that cruel harlot.
Pale alabaster lips, a cold statue's kiss.
Oh god, I hate her so.
She is not worth a grain of dust, but neither am I.
To yearn that we could love in misery
Adore in filth, oh that would be true.
That would deliver me from hell to the church's pew.
A Young Man's Will (By the way, the censoring is the "D" word, I didn't know it was serious enough to be censored, sorry.
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Oh when I depart from this cruel place
Into the loving misery of death?s cold embrace
Do not close my pale eyes, do not kiss my face.
Do not mourn my passing, the life that death devoured.
Not a single black garment, not one ****ed flower!
Not because I am ?in a better place?.
That is but a farce, life is but a waste.
A series of unending pain,
Interrupted by meaningless gain.
I am not bitter, I am not to blame.
Despise life?s design, and the fragile human mind,
Binded so easily by the death throes of time.
Blinded so simply by death, you will find.
So do not bemoan me when I am felled.
For I?ll be waiting for you all, at the gates of Hell!
As for the reviewing, I'd appreciate reviews, although I think the thread here on what a "good" poem is is ridiculous, poems by nature can be chaos, they result from true feelings, no matter what people deem "cliche" or foolish. But maybe I'm just really tired from all the Mountain Dew I had today... :P
Here's two, for now:
She is Fake
She is fake, oh, tis true.
To think that a siren's tongue doth lash with both love and scorn
To think that I would consume that witch's brew.
Oh she is truly beautiful, dangerously so.
It makes me clench my fists and bemoan that cruel harlot.
Pale alabaster lips, a cold statue's kiss.
Oh god, I hate her so.
She is not worth a grain of dust, but neither am I.
To yearn that we could love in misery
Adore in filth, oh that would be true.
That would deliver me from hell to the church's pew.
A Young Man's Will (By the way, the censoring is the "D" word, I didn't know it was serious enough to be censored, sorry.
)Oh when I depart from this cruel place
Into the loving misery of death?s cold embrace
Do not close my pale eyes, do not kiss my face.
Do not mourn my passing, the life that death devoured.
Not a single black garment, not one ****ed flower!
Not because I am ?in a better place?.
That is but a farce, life is but a waste.
A series of unending pain,
Interrupted by meaningless gain.
I am not bitter, I am not to blame.
Despise life?s design, and the fragile human mind,
Binded so easily by the death throes of time.
Blinded so simply by death, you will find.
So do not bemoan me when I am felled.
For I?ll be waiting for you all, at the gates of Hell!