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Sitting With DeathI sat next to Death
In a dirty and dark barn.
"Take a swig of rum
And taste the smoke, brother.
I'm cooking humans,
Like pine-nuts, in the cauldron. "

She said, smoking a pipe.
"In the dry and gray wilderness
Called 'life' I got them;
They are, like oysters, food:
The shells of flesh houses
Tasteless and slimy mucus,

The watery rheum of the soul,
That some God in there sneezed. "
"But such oysters have no pearls?"
My ambition asked.
"Nearly all, not" Death,
Chewing, belched:

“But the heart of some
Rots and inflammates in strange islands:
The dreams, the fantasies,
The most durable daughters of the soul;
But even such diamonds I break

UnappreciatedI spill my heart into a page
Using my blood as ink upon my pen
And take note of the wars I wage
Wars that I know I can't win.

But I try and try to satisfy
The many people that I love,
But sometimes I want to ask them why;
Why do they treat me so rough?

But I know the why much too well
I do not benefit them in any way,
With nothing to give, nothing to sell,
They kick and punch as they may.

Across the Seas of Liquid LiesFar across seas of liquid lies
Where no-one can hear the agonizing cries
Far over fiery mountains high
Deep in the ravines where all life dies.

A land not below the clear blue skies
Instead beneath high Hell in disguise
A place where no holy man may sigh
This land made barren of all life.

A place where beasts and monsters roam awry
Where all things tamed now actively defy
From chains they break, a trust untied
Where you can see the evil lurking in their eye.

This land made of deserts, rainless and dry
Where death is imminent, where doom is nigh
Where your final words may very well be goodbye;
This land far across the seas of liquid lies.

Dreams RealizedWith red tears I cry in vain
Trying to remove the regretful stain
But there is no one to hear my call
There is no one here to break my fall

It is here in Hell that I lie in pain
Soaked in my blood, soaked in the rain
Forever blocked by ancient walls
Walls forever denying my cause.

In agony I regret following the dreams
That ripped my short life from its seams
So remember and take a lesson from me
To dream is a trait of the weak.

AlcoholI have given into my mother's memories
Of living and dying alone.
The thought of all of her miseries
Makes me never want to be grown.

I knew no man whom I could call father
No man whom in my eye shone;
Only the name of one who wouldn't bother
Leaving his daughter to roam.

His poison was liquid, it killed him quick
And then took my mother soon after.
It made them both so horribly sick
Drowning their sorrow-filled laughter.

This poison that comes under many names
This poison that I now intake
This poison that put my parents to shame
This poison that took their lives to forsake.

Mankind, I Pity Thee Your WaysI believe that it is human nature to kill ourselves. We smoke, we drink, we love and therefore we experience loss on a grand scale. We want lustily and give scantily, taking all that we are offered and giving only what need be given. By nature, humans are greedy, foul beings. We are, in a way, dedicated to those seven sins that are cast down by so many and embraced by so few.

However, is it the realization of this fact that disgusts me? No. It is the fact that we live in utter ignorance of it. Too many people like to go out and boast that they are of good will and good faith, and too many of those are speaking from such a hypocritical core t

Kindnesses ForgottenTreasures given in light of the friendships I've lost,
A way of filling the gap made by difference.
The place for you in my heart is now covered in frost
And sealed by the growing distance.

And how can I hide my face from you?
You, who retains all other friends.
And now I am unsure if I really knew
Just what I wanted to come of the end.

And so I set aside my hate and extend a hand
But it will not be had by you or another.
I am the victim of a sinking ship, unmanned,
Who grieves over the loss of a brother.

Hymn of the Master PoetsTwisting their virgin words into terror
These men and boys who call themselves poets
I cast them down with the power of my voice!
Leaving them but ashes beneath the noise.

My words will carry the death and the doom
Spreading the blood from room to room
I'll end them all and their horrible words!
I'll see to it that they never give birth.

An end to the generation, corrupted by lies!
Their intelligence and wit shall not suffice
My punctuation is perfect, my words are precise,
My power alone shall give birth to demise!

And when it has ended, and when we're alone
We poets of power shall not grieve for the dead
Nor shall their names be engraved

The Bloodlust of VladimirMy lust for you is as my lust for blood;
Strong and heavy, never ceasing or quenched
So as I push you down into the mud
I wish you to understand why from your bed you were wrenched.

I love you, I do, with every part of my being
Your blood is as tasteful as any cup of wine.
This is the reason why from you I wring-
All of your blood; It must, quite simply, be mine!

I am of the Order of the Dragon, the Blood of Kings,
You should be honored to have been loved by me!
For of me the demons and the angels sing;
"He who is all-powerful, the ruler of the free!'

So stop with your squirming and take me alas,
For you are my thrall, my beloved little la

My Soft and Tolerant EyesMy eyes see all in you that there is to see
My eyes call to you, one of the World's free
My eyes love everything, every little imperfection
My eyes show all there is to show, all of my affection.

My eyes coat the worst in honey, the best in shining light
My eyes see past the petty wrongs, setting them aright
My eyes do not discriminate, they tolerate everyone
My eyes see the darkest darkness as bathed in the sun.

My eyes, so soft and tolerant; my oh-so beautiful eyes
Show only the truth; my eyes have no need for disguise
My eyes speak for me, they send out my love
Taking you and I upon the wings of a dove.

Utopia Without HeavenSomewhere in a realm where you and I dwell
As two other people, apart from ourselves
In a realm where wrong is right and up is down
And rulers sit begging while the poor wear crowns.

A realm where morally the inhabitants are well
A place where there is no heaven or hell
And sexuality or color determine not where you're bound
Where tolerance and love in abundance are found.

This realm where only the perfect dwell
Where you can be you; We can be ourselves
And only one change was made in it's history;
A world without religion, where God is a mystery.

Chased by LifeIf only I had the beauty of the sun
Or a mirror made of the shining sea
Maybe then I wouldn't have to run
With all of this hate chasing after me.

The sun is bright and full of amaze
Staring into the waters of that shining sea
Making me wish that I was not crazed;
Making me wish for someone else to be.

The sun looks upon the deep blue waters
The sea reflects upon the shining sun
Seeing as lazily across the sky it saunters
And looks down on me as away I run.

Death by IgnoranceDeath truly comes to those who are shunned
Lying, restless, in societal sleep
Death comes truly and not as a stun;
And with this death, nobody weeps.

Death comes truly to those forgotten
Lost between memory and care
Death comes truly to those begotten
In hatred's burning snare.

But above these both, Death comes the most-
And it comes so without warning;
To the rejects and outcast, it comes as a ghost,
To welcome their day each morning.

ComfortDon't cry boy, come and tell me what's wrong
I've definitely the time for a story, you know
And maybe you'd like to hear a song
Come and tell me all your woe

Oh, come now boy, please don't cry
The world haven't room for tears
Or if you will, then tell me why;
Do you cry for love, hate, or fear?

You weep for the world, you say,
For she is sad and full of wrath?
That's the truth, and son, one day
We all have to take her paths

But you cannot save the world, son
But I'll tell you what I'll do
Come here and sit with me some
And to comfort, I'll cry too.

CigarettesThis stick of cancer is my salvation
I light it and inhale the calming smoke
And exhale into rings and clouds
And in this smoke I soak.

This dangerous addiction fuels my nights
My anxious body and my will to write
This that I bet will kill me yet
Though I can't bring myself to stop or fight.

So I smoke like a freight train and don't look back
Ignoring the pain with a knowing laugh
True, it will kill me, I do not deny
But I am too careless to answer your 'why'.

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And all of its dreams
One night out of the year
That I chose to fear

Reckless hate
Drove me to ends
Knots to be tied
Before I begin

Upon a chair
And down again
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What was it again?

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Before my fate
The dreams of us
A couple of late

I'd laid in bed
Sharing passionate love
Only to have you leave me
While you flew to heaven above

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Just stare at the floor

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And a terrible cry
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These aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was choking me.

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The DarkThey say there is a man, dark as night in heart, but luminous as the moon to the eye. They call this man The Dark. The Dark is the one thing everyone is afraid of. Some will not admit it, and some may know him by another name, but it is he, the same man, who all fear. And so we sleep, in hopes that he should not find us and go after easier prey. The Dark is, quite simply, the ultimate murderer.

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To look around and all your friends are gone.

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If I asked for attention?
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Is how I'd treat you.

And you said that you'd write me
On my birthday
I think you're a little late
It was yesterday.

And I'll keep on waiting
For your reply
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Silent Knight, Holy KnightI walk where water cannot flow
Beyond the eyes of a blackened sky
Where no one is allowed to follow
To henceforth, deep-welled evil lie

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God's be good as my path be set
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Till angels no more shall weep nor fret

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The palm given touch of repentance
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Dying Lover's Memory

by ~PoetBoi, Mar 1, 2013, 5:38:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

You and I have fallen from grace
Broken in this forgotten place
Dead or dying, it makes no matter
I lie now and watch my own soul shatter.

I close my eyes and try to think
Piecing together the missing link
Remembering every little thing said;
Lying in this puddle of red.

Looking to you, remembering love
Watching you sleep, graceful as a dove
And though I slowly go insane
I remember the memories which will remain.

Dying Lover's Memoryby ~PoetBoi

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~SakaneMiku Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I really like your writing. So much better than mine!

I'm a really immature writer.

~PoetBoi Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Give this group a check. If you want you can write against me in the tourney, since everyone in my bracket quit, lol. Either way, the group helps with learning and inspiration and includes a LOT of good writers.