>poetry[]THREAD---

wrecked_BRo wrote: »

Not gonna post my stuff. Shet's 2gud n most of it's horrific/"disgusting".

Will however post this awesome Meshuggah song:
(follow along or jsut watch this awesome music video instead)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A_tSyJBsRQ

I'M A CARNAL, ORGANIC ANAGRAM. HUMAN FLESH INSTEAD OF WRITTEN LETTERS.
I REARRANGE MY PATHETIC TISSUE. I INCISE. I REPLACE. I'M REFORMED.
I ERADICATE THE FAKE PRE-PRESENT ME. ELEVATE ME TO A HIGHER HUMAN FORM.
THE CHARACTERS I AM, MADE INTO A WORD COMPLETE, THEN I'LL BE THE NEW NORM.

SELF INFLICTED FRACTURES. I REPLACE MY BONES WITH BARS;
ALUMINUM BLEEDING OXIDE; THE DRUG OF GODS INTO MY POUNDING VEINS

(A HUMAN PUZZLE FOR ALL TO SCORN. NO FACE. NO BACK. DIRECTIONLESS.
MY SCARRED EDITION I'LL DISPLAY; THE ORGANIC WORD FOR NOTHINGNESS)

MY RECEIVING EYES EXCHANGED WITH FUSES; BLINDNESS INDUCED TO PREVENT DESTRUCTION.
CERAMIC BLADES IMPLANTED PAST MY RIBS TO SAVE ME FROM THE DUES OF INHALATION.
I TEAR MY WORLDLY USELESS SKIN. STAPLES TO PIN IT OVER MY EARS.
NON-RECEPTIVE OF UNGODLY SOUNDS - I DISABLE THE AUDIO-GENERATORS OF FEAR.

HEXAGONAL BOLTS TO FILL MY MOUTH, SHARPENED TO DEPLETE THE CREATOR OF ALL VIOLENCE;
WITHOUT SPEECH THERE WILL BE NO DECEIT

(MY FEET I CRUSH. THE FLESH I CUT AWAY, SO AS TO NOT PRODUCE THE SOUND OF THEIR PRESENCE ON ROTTEN GROUND)

BAPTIZED IN VITRIOLIC ACID. A FINAL TOUCH. A SMOOTHING OF FEATURES.
COMPLETION OF THE GREATEST ART; TO CAST THE GODLY CREATURES.
HUMANS, ONCE ASTRAY; MADE DIVINE. STRIPPED OF CONGENITAL FLAWS.
WE'RE INCANDESCENT REVELATIONS IN A WORLD OF DARKENED FORMS.

(CONFIDE IN MY NEW AGE DOGMA. SWALLOW THE INDOCTRINATION. YOU'LL COME TO LOVE IT HERE,
THE SUICIDAL ATMOSPHERE. LET ME INTO YOUR COMMON MIND. I'LL PLANT MY THOUGHTS INTO ITS SOIL.
WALK AMONG US SELF-MADE GODS, DEIFIED THROUGH THE PAINS OF SELF TORTURE)

DISCIPLES, COME JOIN WITH ME TO SAVE A FAILED HUMANITY. FOLLOW THE GOD OF CYANIDE INTO THE NEW ETERNITY.
BEHOLD; A SACRIFICIAL RASE A CLEANSING WORSHIPPING OF PAIN.
THE NEW MILLENIUM CHRIST HERE TO REDEEM ALL FROM LIES

(I'VE COME TO SAVE YOU ALL. I'VE COME TO LIGHT YOUR WAY)

I tend to skip over anything written in CAPS.

DUKEofYORK wrote: »

Eventide.

Embalming evenings soft moonlight
brings the sweet soul to delight.
The echoes of the days past cares
are long forgotten in these airs.



For now the smoothness of the eve
is masked in twighlight to decieve.
A welcome mist that brings illusion
and hides the wrath of days confusion.

The grays and shades of mid-nights blanket
are like the longed for beggars banquet.
A feast of secrets for the soul
that we await with outstretched bowl.

Naice rhyming.

DUKEofYORK wrote: »

Another one?

I thought this after some youth died from a knife.

__________________________________________________________________

Blakes Progress.

The blade, the scream, the youths upheaval
becomes old Albions new evil.
The cry of foxes in the night
bespeaks the woes of Englands plight.

The desert land we call a car park
this eve behoves the devils mark.
The running steps of deeds just done
are footprints on a dying son.

The breath of night that now exhales
is a soft whisper of our fails.
For every man must take the blame
for saying this is but a game.

________________________________________________________________



William Blake

You've got some inner poet in you.

One of my oldest poems. (or stories)

Made it last year, and won runner-up in a writing contest.

Through the Eyes of the Rebel

They call me Blade
‘Round this joint of town
I’ve done much
That I regret
But
What I do
Don’t bother me no more
I’m good at what I do
That’s why I’m still alive
They call me
Blade

Hey kid
I glance behind me
It’s that drunk I saw
Slumped on the ground
Get me a drink will you?
I shake my head
Betta get me that drink
I turn ‘round and start walking
He pitches the bottle at me
I duck
Just in time
Leaving the bottle to crash
Onto the hard concrete
Betta get me that drink
I walk away

Tommy’s Security Arms
The weathered sign says
I know it mean
Much more than that
As I walk in
I can see tons a people
Some sellin’
Wavin’ little baggies
Of every known drug
Some buyin’
Rollin’ their joints
Wallets draining by the minute
Some
Here for what the sign says
Like me
Yo Blade
It’s Eevale
Ya need sharpening?
I nod and hand over
What I’m best known for
Eevale looks the knife over
‘fore saying
Think it’s time
For ya to get a new one
It is looking
A bit rusty on the sides
A bit worn out on the handle
“S’pose your right”
I say
“What’s the best you can gemme?”
Well
I got this
He throws a deadly blade
At me
I catch it
Easily with two fingers
By the blade
“Whatcha tryin’ to do? Kill me?”
Naw, I know you can catch that
He gives me
A grin
“How much it is?”
Fitty bucks, can ya cough that up?
“Fo this?”
I grip it
In my hand
I feel it
Sharp
Light
Shiny
Nice

I walk outta the store
Newly-bought knife
Gripped in my pocket
Feelin’ a bit thirsty
I walk into a gas station store
There’s only the clerk
So
I grab a Coke
From the machine
And walk right past the clerk
To the exit
Hey! Hey!
The clerk bounds after me
I’m already off

I rest
In a secluded alleyway
Empty the bottle
In an instant
And throw it away
Into the darkness
I reach
Into my back pocket
And pull out my cash
Two measly dollars
That woulda paid
For my Coke
I needed more
I got up
And outta the alley

I walked around a bit
Till’ I found
A person that looked right
“Hey”
I said
“Can ya help me out?”
Sure, kid, waddaya need?
“Follow me”
I led him
Into a narrow way
Halfway through
I swung around
Knife in my hand
“How much ya got?”
W-What?
“I said how much ya got!”
With shakin’ hands
He pulled out his wallet
Twenty…Fourty…Sixty…Eighty
“Hand it ova”
He placed the bills
In my hand
“Now scram”
He ran out
Of the alleyway
Stumblin’
I fingered the bills
And put them
In my pocket

Then
The sound of sirens
The all-too-familiar
Red and blue lights
I shoulda known
Freeze!
A cop shouts
Put your hands in the air!
I hold my hands up
Then make a dash for it
Freeze! This is police!
I sprint
around the corner
And run
Into another dark alley
I breathe
A sigh of relief

Suddenly
Two cops came
From both sides
Of the alley
Both wielding guns
Police!
I clutched my knife
In despair
Freeze!
Slowly
I put my hands in the air
Don’t move! Police!
The cop moves toward me
I can feel
The muzzle
On my back
You’re in some pretty deep trouble, sonny
I gradually release
My grip on my knife
My time
Is over


They called me
Blade

Danboard wrote: »

tltr.. but goodjob! ^^

Thanks.