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| Wayward |
Posted - 10 May 2005 : 1:02:24 PM
well, we're all in a crypt, so might as well die anyways.
now's your chance to turn back...
there are some things i can see at last, the voices of angels i can never grasp, the sights of sore eyes that i will despise, until dusk turns to dust and birds turn to flies.
prodigal_oblivion: whomsoever may hear this silent cry
prodigal_oblivion: should not be torn, but set aside
prodigal_oblivion: to death, life and love i give
prodigal_oblivion: regret is now the life i live
prodigal_oblivion: i'll not waver, fall or taste the sand
prodigal_oblivion: a life in yours, i still demand
prodigal_oblivion: fortune, fever, loss and distain
prodigal_oblivion: at your feet now far from drained.
prodigal_oblivion: ready to scream, and ready to fight
prodigal_oblivion: fortgiveness, in absense, i beg for this night.
my empty open arms, keeping you from harm, an angel torn in three, body and two wings, still whole enough for me.
desrilude: end the lives of many
desrilude: grace the lives of few
desrilude: here i stand now at your side
desrilude: fading deep from view
desrilude: how full of heart, give us a kiss
desrilude: i dont insult i just insist |
| 15 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 07 September 2005 : 11:51:10 AM
Welcome Back.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 31 August 2005 : 6:04:43 PM
i live. |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 11 August 2005 : 08:15:49 AM
-shrugs-Couldnt tell ya man:P.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 05 August 2005 : 02:14:26 AM
Most of the poetry was wrote when I was 15-19-shrugs-.Thats when Scott come into my life and it was the only way I could get shit off of my chest about how I felt without people looking at me like I was some type of phsyco or something:D.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 12 July 2005 : 5:12:22 PM
heh, thanks.
:) |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 26 June 2005 : 1:02:46 PM
Awwww-hug-.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 25 June 2005 : 9:20:28 PM
really hard to understand. most of the things i've written were from age 11-12.
up until 14, from age 7 to 14 i had NO friends, a brother who disliked me, and a mother who beat me.
i always thought it was pathetic to fantasize about a real life- so i didnt. and the repressed... everything- turned up. i felt what i wanted- the products of a life i didnt have.
i'm kinda weird like that. it's something i take a great deal of shame in. |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 20 June 2005 : 01:57:49 AM
-shrugs-No clue man.lol
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 19 June 2005 : 7:39:59 PM
i wrote when i felt nothing, about what i knew i'd feel- eventually.
just so happens that i have a writing, for just about every situation i can think of. the situations i was in at the time, i have nothing for.
lol. where'd bloodsfire go? |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 12 June 2005 : 4:46:28 PM
Nice,I dunno if its true talent or what-not but its nice man!Usually everyone writes becouse of their emotions...never heard of fabricated ones befor.Truely nice!
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 12 June 2005 : 04:14:20 AM
my poems are based on fabricated emotions.
i put myself into a position i think i'll end up being in and write about it. not that hard- but it seems so unnatural. |
| Haematomania |
Posted - 31 May 2005 : 02:30:35 AM
I'm not into roses but it wasnt bad,lol.
My poems reflect such on me,emotions(as i'm sure everyones do)of life(maybe)threatening situations I have/will encounter.How I have changed for the worse becouse of these altercations in living.I use to be such a nice,gleeful person but not anymore becouse of them and I'm sure worse will come in which will make me even more demented then I already am.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 30 May 2005 : 07:55:13 AM
heh, yeah. :) pretty, huh? ^_^
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| Haematomania |
Posted - 28 May 2005 : 10:08:36 AM
Ok I'm confused(I'm half blonde so work with me bud;) ),is the rose comment for me/my peom or what?!If so I abhor roses;),daisys howver rock,daisys of ALL sorts-claps happily-.
Viewed from the Moon, Earth hangs delicatley in the sky on an oasis of life in the black emptyness of space.Nothing could be more beautiful or more lonely. |
| Wayward |
Posted - 26 May 2005 : 12:57:27 PM
nope, no contests or anything.
it's on my list of things to do before i die.
lol
If you fill your bed with roses, no one would notice you're gone, they smell just as pretty, and last just as long.
i have a bloggish online journal... deadjournal.com/users/afm
much is there, many clues- dates back to age 13. that's 4 years.
dissipate- no mouth to cover, not a thing to see, no eyes to see with- ... no place to be.
i see the world as you and me- flying father than we can see. if love is blind, than so are we.
to wake from a nightmare
to know i put you there
to drop the blade and pull the trigger
life's mistakes grown so much bigger
leave your words back with your mouth
as i step enough steps to drown them out
an angel with out wings i said
better an angel, because you're already dead.
wrap this gaping hole in tears...
it is full of all my fears
a broken limb
a blind eye
surround my life
torn from the sky
love my lies, i'm feeding you, i never felt fated... i knew you hated me, well... i hated me to... you understood somehow... and i know i'll see some kind of sorrow, beneath all your smiles... you'd give up your tommorow to feel for your today, i know... that feeling of being forgotten, will someday make me pay. so what would you suggest? i can not return to your arms... my will is fated... my eyes are hated, immune to all my charms... i'm sure i'll always be there... one way or another, you used to love me... we used to love eachother... now you barely care... because i was too late, too late to say... too late to make you feel, the same way... never lies... at the time... simply truth undone... one less corrupted mind... now i'll take my leave, leave my only love behind... good luck living... i know i'll need it... but your voice, makes it hard to breathe... much less be able to stand up, and finally leave... i might get lucky, and forget how i felt... or at least forget you... so live this last bit, of emotional health.
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