"My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart" —Nick Cave
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"My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart" —Nick Cave
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Last edited by Hatesink; 04-28-2008 at 01:22 PM.
Bareknuckle Trade-Peter Hammill.
And when you feel that you can't go on,
What kind of laurels do you look to?
Sometimes we get what we want,
Sometimes we take a good hook too.
Once you thought you were so strong
Some young pretender came and shook you
Now theres a lesson to be learned
We must respect what is gone and still expect that there'll be something more.
But theres a tab left to pay,
for the experience we're gaining day after day..
As our knuckles are grazed..
By the marks we made..
with the tools of the trade.
A telegraph is on its way..
That might explain my every action
Sometimes we get what we want..
Then forget what we came here for..
From fitness to decay..
We trade in opposite attractions..There are still lessons to be learned.
And when we get what we want..
We find it less than we may deserve..
Now I'm a little bit lost..
Not for the first time,I'm here in some disarray..
And returning in spades..
Are the hands that I've played..
With the tools of the trade.
got a few for ya...mostly songs that i admire the lyrics to
Anathema - Inner Silence
When the silence beckons
and the day draws to a close
When the light of your life sighs
and love dies in your eyes
Only then will I realize
what you mean to me.
Katatonia - Tonight's Music
who could call my name without regretting?
who could see beyond this my darkness?
and for once save their own prayers
who could mirror down just a little of their sun?
how could this go so very wrong
that I must depend on darkness?
would anyone follow me further down?
how could this go so very far
that I need someone to say
what is wrong
not with the world but me?
who could call my name without regretting
who could promise to never destroy me
tonight my head is full of wishes
and everything I drink is full of her.
Opeth - Prologue
A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew.
She held her breath for a moment, to pause off the stream.
Still clinging to vast, old memories.
And I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain.
The coffin is beautifully engraved; stained by soil, symbols of death.
All of which are stared upon, with porcelain eyes it seems.
Some spoke, and it was my turn to go.
In death entwined, I could not believe but it hangs around my neck.
A soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second.
I knew it was the coming of spring, thus our april ethereal...
Opeth - Madrigal
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,
long enough for our last breath of life.
You stare at nothing, right through me,
at times resembling the Devil's concubine.
And me, I am the idol that would long
to caress our eyes until they would open no more.
I would comfort you if I only could,
but as we all know by now... I am just thin air.
Unaware as you are of my presence,
you are losing yourself.
Hiding within the amen corner...
Opeth - Epilogue
here it was, the final destiny.
A sunrise that never came,
still the night lamp that never faded away.
Farewell was the word, and the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone about the beauty of its prologue...
peter hamil very big in my land.Originally Posted by splicer
"dead flag blues"
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from the dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
this is a clever one we briefly studied in year 11 english. it's rather humorous if you think about it:
THE FLEA.
by John Donne
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
Tears in Rain (Blade Runner spoiler)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQcUS4chhc4
Rutger Heuer (the actor in the above scene) wrote those lines and basically asked Ridley Scott if he could read them on film, Ridley liked the lines and the rest, as they say, is history.
Last edited by Hatesink; 06-07-2007 at 12:58 AM.
The Unquiet Street
by John Gould Fletcher
By day and night this street is not still;
Omnibuses with red tail lamps,
Taxi cabs with shiny eyes,
Rumble, shunning its ugliness.
It is corrugated with wheel ruts,
It is dented and pock-marked with traffic,
It has no time for sleep.
It heaves its old, scarred countenance
Skyward between the buildings
And never says a word
On rainy nights
It dully gleams
Like the cold tarnished scales of a snake:
And over it hang arc-lamps,
Blue-white death-lilies on black stems.
Dawn
by John Gould Fletcher
Above the east horizen,
The great red flower of the dawn
Opens slowly, petal by petal:
The trees emerge from darkness
With ghostly silver leaves,
Dew-pewdered.
Now consciousness emerges
Reluctantly out of tides of sleep;
Finding with cold surprise
No strange new things to match its dreams,
But merely the familiar shapes
Of bedpost, window-pane and wall.
Within the city,
The streets which were the last to fall to sleep,
Hold yet stale fragments of the night.
Sleep oozes out of stagnant ash-barrels,
Sleep drowses over litter in the streets.
Sleep nods upon the milkcans by back doors.
And, in shut rooms,
Behind the lowered window-blinds,
Drawn white faces unwittingly flout the day.
But at the edges of the city,
Sleep is already washed away;
Light filters through the moist green leaves,
It runs into the cups of flowers,
It leaps in sparks through drops of dew,
It whirls against the window-panes
With waking birds;
Blinds are rolled up and chimneys smoke,
Feet clatter past on silent paths,
And down white vanishing ways of steel,
A dozen railway trains converge
Upon night's stronghold.
Last edited by Hatesink; 04-13-2008 at 09:12 AM.
GHOST TOWERS by me
Im a silence trapped inside
Im paralyzed in devastated light
Im a ghost tower, where women store there history
There stories crack in the break of light
I just sit around, tryin to compile
All there horizons, into my history
That good (I mean for poetry (not good that it seems to show you as being unhappy)). It sounds like you're very introspective and focused on things inside yourself at the moment. Maybe trying to resolve a few things? It sounds like you might be a little unhappy also.
Last edited by Hatesink; 06-10-2007 at 05:08 AM.
Yeah ..how many times must a meet battered housewives??
I'm guessing you must be one of the older memebers (I'm 33, but I guess in emotional terms effectively still a teenager(hence my scoolboy crushes on 2KBeth and Melissa Miller))
I'm guessing you're single and getting caught up in their dramas. Wishing one of them would just leave their husband and go with you?
Last edited by Hatesink; 06-10-2007 at 05:19 AM.
No not at all, im 28 and alot of the woman ive been with have been older.
That was written about the one i was with at the time and her little "bed time stories" she'd tell me
Kind of felt like i was the only one who had ever listened
(or she made me feel like that )
So im absorbing all this pain from them (of course i was only getting there side to the story) can get frustrating, had to get it out in that poem.
later made it into a kick ass song .. so alls well that ends well
Hardly— I can't seem to keep my mouth shut about it. Although it's kind of just a joke (but hey, they are gorgeous (eating my heart out)).
OHH ELIZABETH ,i get ya
Yeah... 2KBeth = ElizabethOHH ELIZABETH ,i get ya
Last edited by Hatesink; 06-10-2007 at 05:44 AM.
I'm guessing you must be one of the older memebers (I'm 33, but I guess in emotional terms effectively still a teenager
I'm guessing you're single and getting caught up in their dramas. Wishing one of them would just leave their husband and go with you?
Elizabeth can you give us a photo of your hands?
Last edited by borgdrone89; 02-16-2009 at 03:02 PM.
Dude— that is the weirdest request. Why do you want a picture of her hands?
Me and 2kElizabeth used to date, we met at the Kentucky Derby in 1999, I was wearing a cowboy hat, and she was wearing a sheer silk dress. It was a happy day. We left together.
I thought I was supposed to have been being you on that date PJ-DAMM!
In A Garden Amy Lowell
Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread at ease under the sky
In granite-lipped basins,
Where iris dabble their feet
And rustle to a passing wind,
The water fills the garden with its rushing,
In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.
Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,
Where trickle and plash the fountains,
Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.
Splashing down moss-tarnished steps
It falls, the water;
And the air is throbbing with it;
With its gurgling and running;
With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.
And I wished for night and you.
I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,
White and shining in the silver-flecked water.
While the moon rode over the garden,
High in the arch of night,
And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.
Night and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!
Last edited by Hatesink; 04-14-2008 at 04:22 PM. Reason: I came to my senses
Wow, all of you guys have some really good poems. I have a couple for you.
My Devil in Red
This s**t’s too strong for me to beat
I cannot pause to think or weep
My heart is cold, more or less
As I walk the plains of loneliness
My devil in red has done it well
Killing every human cell
Should he succeed, more or less
I’ll choose the path to loneliness
My angel in white got terrified
She couldn’t stop the devils lies
Often missed, more or less
She turned away in loneliness
She left me with my devil in red,
A whisper started in my head:
If less is more, and more is less
Then why the f**k are you a mess?
He told me not to feel or cry
Told me not to question why.
Yours is but to leave this mess
And take that path to loneliness
Walking down the path I knew
My angel’s out there, feeling blue
If she’s alive, more or less
She’ll help me out of all this mess
I cried out loud: My angel in white
Why have you left me in the night?
I listened an eternity
There was no answer, none for me.
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A Gentle Kiss
Together now, as only friends,
waiting on our hearts to mend.
I'm sorry for all of these tears,
but I'm facing my biggest fear.
Losing you would tear me apart,
and its already beginning to start.
You are my world, and my life.
I hate going through all this strife.
I know you're hurting, and you're crying,
and for a long time, you've been lying.
You've finally faced the honest truth,
and it hurts like an aching tooth.
Everything will soon be better.
Just as it says in all my letters.
The pain will slowly drift away,
and begin to ease, each passing day.
So remember that, I do love you,
and I will do all I can do,
to help you get though all of this,
with love, hope, and a gentle kiss.
~Mari.
Last edited by BioShock Freak; 04-13-2008 at 02:42 AM.
i like the kiss one
^Thank you Coffee.
All in One Minute
I look at the clock
It says 1:41
I know thinking of you
Will never be done
You run through my mind
And occupy all my time
Wondering why you're always gone
And why you're not mine
I think of you constantly
For some reason I can't stop
Knowing that for always
You'll forever have my heart
My days go by so slow
Because you run through my head
I said I'd love you forever
And that is just enough said
You also haunt my dreams
If you know what I mean
I wake up often
With sweats and screams
Why do I sleep by myself?
I'm alone in my bed
I know I'll be thinking of you
Until the day I'm dead
Now still all these thoughts
Just run through my brain
Can't stop thinking of you
I think I'm going insane
I feel I wanna kill myself
People say that's not the thing to do
But I turn and look at the clock
And it says it's only 1:42
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Hidden Emotions
How hard is it to say what you feel?
Why can't you just rev up the reel?
What I have inside is truly a feeling gone devasted
Why does it have to be so complicated?
It's at the tip of my tongue
It's in the air that goes inside my lung
It takes a bite at my brain
So your feelings I can't regain.
Maybe it's time to open the door
Maybe it's about time I tell you there's a little more
More to what meets the naked eye
I choose to not say it but I also choose to not lie
But my life has timed out
It has finally hit me with a clout
My perseverance has become even slower
I will now leave and I no longer look higher
A road so narrow and lonely
Such a long walk and I walk it solely
There is no one there to say anything at all
I no longer stand proud and tall
It's not the same way
This is the game I've always been afraid to play
Well it's about time I push these feeling away
It's time to give it all astray
Maybe pretend it's no longer there
Maybe forget that I even care
It's for my own good
Sometimes it's better to be alone that to be fooled
I fall back again onto the darkness
The only place inside my mind where I find sweet sadness
I lay my head down, so complicated to be it seems
I just hope that someday I wake from these subconscious dreams
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One Night Stand
The cocktails were pricy,
but easy to consume
Body language said it all
and invited me up to your room.
Names are not important,
no words will be spoken.
We play the game of strangers
and hope no hearts will be broken.
Our clothes are all crinkled
and laying on the floor,
Your touch leaves me breathless,
yet I'm still gasping for more.
Fantasies turning into reality,
dreams coming true.
Pleasure invades me,
my climax you persue.
Our bodies entangled,
our senses on fire.
One night of passion,
falling in deep burning desire.
What do you guys think?
~Mari.
Last edited by BioShock Freak; 04-13-2008 at 02:58 AM.
In A Station Of The Metro
Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals, on a wet black bough.
Last edited by Hatesink; 05-09-2008 at 06:53 AM.
Hi Hatesink. Actually, I have dozens of poems but I just posted a few on here. The "One Night Stand" poem I wrote last night. I've been writing since I was about 13. So yeah, I have a LOT of poems. Lol. It's a good thing that you're starting to write again.
~Mari.
.............Nocturnes
..................v
I am weary with love, and thy lips
Are night-born poppies.
Give me therefore thy lips
That I may know sleep.
Skipwith Cannell
Last edited by Hatesink; 04-14-2008 at 04:44 PM. Reason: Please just let me sleep
Circumstance
Upon the maple leaves
The dew shines red,
But on the lotus blossom
It has the pale transparance of tears.
Amy Lowell
Last edited by Hatesink; 04-14-2008 at 04:35 PM. Reason: Couldn't think of a valid answer to the question "What the hell am I doing?"
I am Different
By Anthony Nguyen [Me]
Difference if a state of mind
I am part of one
Part of all
Needless to say
I am different
I don't look alike
I don't look alien
I look different, that's all
I am different
I am not you
I am not him
Not even her
But not that it matters
I get grouped with the same
To others, I am not different
I get stereotyped
I get racial comments
I am not different
I get what everybody else gets
I give what they give
I DO what they do
I am not different
Life
By Anthony Nguyen
Words are words
Expect nothing of me
and I'll expect nothing of you
Believe in who I am
And I'll do the same for you
I determine who I am
You determine what I am
You decide where I fit
I decide what I fit
Relieve me of this stress of criticism
And I'll relieve you of your secret lies
Let me live my way
and in turn, I'll let you live yours
Poems from American Prayer
Ghost Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wr_i3Y9_c4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pkymTQysNg
Last edited by Hatesink; 04-14-2008 at 04:14 PM.
Um
I walked off a cliff
My legs are stiff
I like pie
She likes a dumb guy
...
Not really a poem, but the lyrics are poetic enough:
Jane Doe by Converge
These floods of you are unforgiving
Pushing passed me spilling through the banks
And I fall
Faster than light and faster than time
That's how memory works
At least in the dark where I'm searching for meaning
When I'm just searching for something
I want out
Out of every awkward day
Out of every tongue tied loss
I want out
Out of the burdening nightsweats
Out of the rising seas of blood
Lost in you like saturday nights
Searching the streets with bedroom eyes
Just dying to be saved
Run on girl, run on
Nice poems everyone.
Dreams
If I could dream at night,
And if those dreams came true,
I would force myself to sleep at night
So I could dream of you.
If wishes were given out to anyone,
and if I were given just two,
I would wish that you would always love me,
the other I would give to you.
If my tears could write love songs,
Before my tears were through,
You would know just how I feel,
And how much I love you.
But dreams are for dreamers,
And wishes seldom come true,
My tears do not write love songs,
But when they fall, they fall for you.
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I'll Always Love You
I'm standing here all on my own
watching life go by
Taking in those dreadful words,
a tear drops from my eye.
I stood there as I watched you run
and waited for the pain,
Love can be a painful thing
you used my love in vain.
Why'd you leave me here to cry?
Our feelings felt so right.
why did you go and break my heart?
I never even thought you'd might.
Let me kiss your lips once more
so I can see it's true.
help me see your feelings are gone
and that I can't be with you.
You're leaving me here to fall apart
as I watch you fade away,
tell me how you really feel
and why you just won't stay
I never thought I'd cry so much
I want to see this through
although you'll never feel for me
I know I'll always love you.
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Scars
People all around you
Have to stop and stare
Some will even wonder
How those scars got there
I have bad scars too
Except mine aren't hard to hide
See yours are on your skin
Mine are deep inside
Yes my insides damaged
So cut up and torn
But it's not because of sickness
Or because of third degree burns
Mine are from the past
So dark and not well seen
I don't have anymore nightmares
In fact, I don't even dream
I'm so torn apart
Broken up and hurt
My life has not been pleasant
I've been tossed around and thrown in dirt
The people I have trust the most
Have broken me and lied
I don't have anymore feelings
They went away and died
When I do the right thing wrong
My life goes round and round
When I wake up the next morning
I'm lying on the ground
My heart is somewhat broken
I suffer from great pain
Some people stop and wonder
Is that girl insane?
Though people try to help me
Mend my broken heart
I'm starting to get better
But they'll never fill the part
The part that's dark and empty
Gloomy and ice cold
I'm hoping I'll get better
Or so I have been told
You and I aren't different
You suffer and so do I
We both have lost a great amount
We both sit alone and cry.
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What do you guys think?
~Mari.
Last edited by BioShock Freak; 04-16-2008 at 08:39 PM.
It sounds like you've got a lot to deal with at the moment. Life can be tough sometimes.
You're
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark, as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.
Sylvia Plath
Last edited by Hatesink; 05-09-2008 at 07:52 AM.
Claire
Your aura
Is a deep mandala of spiritual architecture,
Weightless,
Mechanised,
Folding into itself
Like eternity
You, are a miracle of existence—
An angel mislaid.
C.K.N.
Last edited by Hatesink; 06-02-2008 at 05:36 PM.
^Nice poem.
Here's a couple more.
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Goodbye
Can my life get better?
Or is it gonna stay?
Can I start again?
Or will it go away?
Can I ask you something?
Why did God choose me?
Can I take I back?
Or will it always be?
Can I find my mummy?
But why did she leave me here?
Can I stop this hurting?
Who'll wipe away my tear?
Can you make me happy?
Then why am I so sad?
Can you tell me exactly why?
Why are you so mad?
Can you take my life?
Because I don't want to live
Can you tell me why you left?
I had my life to give
Can't somebody hear me?
Promise you won't cry?
Because it was my decision
It was my choice to die
Can you promise something?
Please smile when I go
I should've told my love my heart
I guess he'll never know
Can you understand me?
I'm sorry but it's true
I couldn't handle all the ****
That I was going through
My spirit inside, was captured
But I've just set it free
Tell everyone I'm sorry
But if you would only see
Abuse is really painful
I couldn't take the pain
Don't forget I'll wait right here
To see you once again
I love you for your friendship
Promise not to cry,
I'll see you in another life
I love you and goodbye.
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Falling
I lay, looking at my hands
Searching in these lines
An answer I don't have
And I'm crying
Because I don't know anything
And as I lay, I'm watching the sky
Still searching for that answer
The answer I will never know
I'm not another liar
I'm just kept from the known
And now the beat inside of me
Is a sort of a cold breeze
I've never any feeling inside
It's ruining me, I'm about to collide
Bring my body and carry it into another world
I know I live but like a stone I'm falling once more
I pray, looking into the sky
I can feel the rain inside my eye
right now it's falling on me
As I cry alone
but I know I'm not the only one
I'm just here as another day's gone
I don't want to die
Will you please be there when I arrive?
~Mari.
John Berryman
The marker slants, flowerless, day's almost done,
I stand above my father's grave with rage,
often, often before
I've made this awful pilgrimage to one
who cannot visit me, who tore his page
out: I come back for more,
I spit upon this dreadful banker's grave
who shot his heart out in a Florida dawn
O ho alas alas
When will indifference come, I moan & rave
I'd like to scrabble till I got right down
away down under the grass
and ax the casket open ha to see
just how he's taking it, which he sought so hard
we'll tear apart
the mouldering grave clothes ha & then Henry
will heft the ax once more, his final card,
and fell it on the start.
Last edited by Hatesink; 05-09-2008 at 07:00 AM.
Coffee, for some reason I REALLY like your short poems.
@ Hatesink, I really like your poems. (I'll discuss my poems later ok.)
~Mari.
Last edited by BioShock Freak; 04-25-2008 at 04:27 PM.
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