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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
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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 ****...
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 ****...