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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jan 21, 2004 13:24:53 GMT -5
~martyr's song~
pull teh words from my mouth drink teh poison like wine cut my lips i wanna feel some warmth you lie, you said, you lead me astray i did not tell you to pull so hard so cut me now fear becomes you take it all, i have no use for any of it weep for me teh deed complete covet teh truth in my eyes i sent you wuv i offered you truth i bled for you but then a martyr's work is never done.
~plangent dreams~
mirrors painted with distorted images candle flames flickering speaking words only my soul can understand. darkened dreams fill empty spaces, leaving behind dirty clutching fingertips fingernails encrusted with truth mingled with lies, murmered by teh falling rain outside my window. no comfort is found in teh darkness teh cold blankets bring only sorrow burning tears fall to teh pillow taking with them teh only warmth i can feel. i lie awake mind racing, attempting to re~live a moment that escapes me slipping through teh cracks. one thought seems to linger slinking further and further into memory leaving it's dirty footprints behind. shrinking, ironically it seems as it feeds upon my tortured soul. one word, cut. cut to teh quick cut to teh bone cut to teh ocean of my being. bleeding out passion force~feeding teh unwilling nourishing teh ungrateful. try to wash it away, teh stains too deep your heart is blackened with teh ichor. relinquishing, devoured,spent i feel it wash over me like amrita stealing me away like a precious nightmare into exquisite slumber. that's two for now. i'll post more later.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jan 21, 2004 13:49:37 GMT -5
feel free to leave feedback. i appreciate it.
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Post by FinnAgain on Feb 2, 2004 11:52:16 GMT -5
mountain's high and valley's low time flies swift and flitters slow jealousy bobbles as hatred hobbles force and fire will leave you higher
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Post by that's so raven! on Feb 4, 2004 16:49:41 GMT -5
Saddy, those are both excellent... quite vivid... gritty, too, which I like. I like teh first one best, 'cause it's short and abstract... it conveys a lot with few words (a rare and underappreciated talent), and makes teh experience of reading it more subjective (always a good thing in my book). In other words, ;D
...ok, here's one of mine. Not one of my better ones, but I needed to write something new.
you struck me then, when I was dead cold, & furious, rushing teh sky a screaming scalpel through fucking oblivion and I won’t close my eyes…<br>did you get that smile you came for? smite that paper house? lick that blood off your fingers and be on your way don’t you turn this around creeping back, a slow salty mist in my evisceration teh air inside is so dull and dry…<br>I cannot even find a breath to laugh at you
[criticism is welcome, of course]
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Post by FinnAgain on Feb 7, 2004 22:42:28 GMT -5
teh storm's fire not a drop of rain.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Feb 11, 2004 14:55:21 GMT -5
Have you ever felt a memory when teh wind blows? teh scent of it drenched in teh air? And teh weight of teh clouded sky seems to smother you with it? Memories of nights spent in teh graveyard, doing teh waltz of teh dead. Wanting to control teh wind. Spreading your arms wide, falling to your knees at teh realization of your weakness. Candle flames fill my eyes. teh taste of blood on my lips. Fucking to prove something, Immortality. Fucking some more to feel something, Power. Feeling teh cool grass beneath my spread thighs. His breath in my ear, holding mine. Letting go of reality. Craving power, finding only weakness. Searching... Walking deeper into teh woods. Trees looking like skeletons against teh moonlit sky. Stepping carefully, seemed so important to be silent. Walking. Finding teh meadow just beyond teh trees. Running. At first silent, then laughing. teh mossy earth beneath my bare feet. Laughing. Running. Spinning round and round with my hands in his, laughing. Running again, him following. Falling, maybe purposely. Caught. Kissing. Hard, like he needed my mouth to live. A pinch. Then teh warm flow of life. Drip. Drip. Dripping from my snow-white body. Splash. Splash. Splashing on teh clover surrounding us. Then to his lips. Then him. teh warm coppery sweet taste. Didn’t miss a drop. Maybe just one. It fell upon my bare breast, rested there, then continued teh journey. Down. Down. Down to nourish teh earth. Then came teh fucking. This time giving something. This time screaming out. This time I let teh tears come. teh moon. It seemed brighter than teh sun. Casting beautiful shadows over him. Making him look like teh specter in my dreams. Wait. Footsteps in teh distance. Hurry. Run. They’re coming. Silence. Hiding. teh wind blowing around us, hiding teh sound of our breathing. They passed us. teh wind blowing stronger. So they passed us. Knowing. No turning back. Knowing. Fear. No turning back now.
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Post by FinnAgain on Feb 19, 2004 10:43:30 GMT -5
There are land truths and there are water truths and yet there is a place between where we can walk upon teh breeze
there are sky truths and there are earth truths and yet there is a place between where teh horizon meets your eyes
there are fire truths and there are water truths and yet there is a place between where lightning crackles and your caresses burn
there are now truths and there are then truths and yet there is a place between where a single timeless instant stretches out to infinity jeweled, and perfect.
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Post by that's so raven! on Feb 20, 2004 11:06:39 GMT -5
so conversations I've been having over teh past week got me thinking... what is wuv? I find no answers, only images... I come to teh conclusion that it is no more than a collection of moments in which one unquestioningly feels it. ~~~~~~
a breath that stirs teh dawn & melts a scenic silence injects your heart with fire rushing waking life it is this moment... soft beseeching licking teh skin of your consciousness this blanket-wave of captured mist & stars on which we lie teh pulsing tide of warmth, of beauty from your eyes unbound by force of earth, or sky, or clambering blood stallions of time swallow me inside... it is that smooth release, surrender anything but words slipping easy plane to plane in nothing but a sigh.
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Post by «Äçîdßµ®ñ» on Feb 24, 2004 13:42:42 GMT -5
Saddy... baby... sweety... doll, teh poems are pretty damn good/beautiful and stuff, but didn't anyone ever tell you note to place red text on a grey background, that hurts like hell! I keel you for that!
~Acid
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Feb 24, 2004 14:36:48 GMT -5
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DarkRaven35
Fresh Depends
If you can see me, it means you need to run.
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Post by DarkRaven35 on Feb 29, 2004 0:59:33 GMT -5
So I'm just gonna post a poem I wrote some time ago for no real purpose 'kay?
An Indoor Storm
“Where were you last night?”<br>teh woman called, teh man sighed. “Where were you last night?”<br>She cries once more, he climbs teh stair. “It was her was it not?”<br>teh man pauses, she gains her answer. “That is no business of yours!”<br>“HOW COULD YOU?!”<br>teh woman screams, he walks again. “HOW COULD YOU?!”<br>She races up teh stair, he walks calmly to his room. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” She cries. Deaf to her, he reads a book. “We have a child! What could you want?!”<br>He puts teh book down, teh man stands up. “To be happy.” he says in silence. He moves to leave, she blocks his way. “How could you?” she asks again. Another answer, then a push, And all falls to darkness.
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Post by FinnAgain on Mar 24, 2004 1:54:33 GMT -5
sometimes things gell fall into place dominos toppling sharp click wood on wood pattern chaos Doose of the Pink Panties ex machina.
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Post by FinnAgain on Mar 27, 2004 23:40:19 GMT -5
Poem beginning with a line from Jim Morrison
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding Stars scattered across endless fields of night
Voices lost in forests of silence Old growth lost in a flurry of ephemeral blossoms
Mountain tops razed by teh passing storm Treetops razed by teh passing blaze
Morning breezes swallowed in nighttime reeling Honest words swallowed in nighttime dealing
Silent fingers broken at teh joints Silent music hanging in teh air, still
Tempest, torrent, trial Lux, lux, fiat lux!
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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 3, 2004 3:20:04 GMT -5
prickley thoughts squirm underneath my skin as teh selves of yesteryears clammor in their fool's motley and in a wood two roads diverged
can I travel both? can I taste teh skies, dig through teh dust be reborn in teh river?
Am I stardust too, just like you?
Will my flesh be marble hard perfection is deathly stasis or fluid as your lover's breath soft sweetness
minds within minds who is teh watcher, and who is watched?
Childhood was a time for games for simplicity and grace where do we lose it, what do we gain around and around on this mad merry-go-round
and my waters of life still scream of teh primordial pulse and when zero equals two what do teh works of man ammount to amidst teh ruins of aeons
Temples towering and stained glass burning with teh sun's embrace render unto teh earth what is teh earth's, and unto time what is time's teh zenith is here, always stuck in teh middle or teh infinite
and those of you and those of us and those of me
shall we remember teh grand dance once all teh stars in teh cosmos have grown cold and silent?
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Post by FinnAgain on Apr 3, 2004 3:34:57 GMT -5
At teh Center of teh Cyclone at teh center of teh cyclone you will find peace my wayward traveler stargazer dreamdancer
after teh winds of chance have torn teh breath from your lungs after your flesh is bruised and battered at teh center of teh cyclone you will find peace
as time whirls around your head as teh ground gives way beneath your feet and teh air pushes you down at teh center of teh cyclone you will find peace
after your lifeblood is thin and your eyes ache from waiting and watching at teh center of teh cyclone you will find peace
after your body cries out for solace and your mind for teh dreamtime at teh center of teh cyclone you will find peace
after teh castles and walls of teh world melt into teh savage seas after wuv and faith and hope are lost I will meet you at teh center of teh cyclone
there is a field beyond good and evil I will meet you there
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