My life is a spiraling abyss
Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 6:00 pm
cutting is my only escape
the darkness consumes me.
THIS IS A THREAD FER UR POETRIES AND STUFF.
Here are mine. Don't laugh at me I'm serious and an artist I am beautiful
Here is a poem about my taint
Buttered, Jammed, Honeyed, or Hammed
My Taint is t'aint ready to be viciously manned
So please be careful when preparing your festive feast
upon the place that grows my yeast
THAT WAS INNAPROPRIATE PORNOGRAPHY KILLS SOTP
This is a poem that makes no sense
Heat Lightning
Hot Miami Night
Spark in the alleyway
bright loud night
Smoke and Blood trail from a hole in a man who is already broken
A crimson smile drips from his face
Sick Grin, Dead Man
Gunpowder Derby
Here is a poem about true love
Robot Lovin
Hard to Get
Stuck it in an Oven
Burnt a bit
Sexy readout voice
Tempted me
So I made the choice
Preemptively
Mechanical Abstinence
No more stuffin' cogs
Now I'll waste my pence
On stuffin some dogs
BLARGHLAGRLE
At the peak of day
I laid there, back susspended
I felt floating, though there was hard rock
beneath me
My Brother was waiting
Two sandy obelisks pierce the sky
There are Holy words on them
Words spoken, listened to, etched in, and saved
above me
My Brother was waiting
A man dressed in blood stained jewelry was speaking
I did not hear, for the words he spoke were for
the huddled peoples, at the base of the pyramid
below me
My Brother was waiting
Something caught my eye
The man held silver in his raised right hand
So sharp it cut the sun
above me
My Brother was waiting
The people's muttered prayers rose to a cacophony of wails
The man's hand came down upon me
The orgy reached climax as I, separated, spun freely
below me
My Brother was waiting
The faces curdled and mixed and swirled
But at the bottom I recognized one settled in a crimson puddle
As the roaring drained out of my ears I heard a whisper
I knew
Above me, my Brother was waiting.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME I'M AN ARTIST SHUT UP I HATE YOU
Here is a story made entirely of 5/7/5 haikus*
i woke up in there
strange familiarity
"this can't be my house"
blood stained the walls- floor
screams below cracked the silence
i grabbed my tin bat
i tore down the stairs
it wasn't too dark to see
i didn't want to
for there stood a man
and there laid my family
dead, torn, and broken
i don't remember
can't tell if I was screaming
but I killed that man
something had happened
my vision started to blur
there was a sharp silence
the white seemed nothing
muddled faces surrounded
i ached all over
all mouths were empty
opened wide for some purpose
a darkness swept out
their feet touched no ground
i was covered in silence
their hands never moved
i heard a noise though
more though like i felt a noise
a friendly face shown
he swung a barbed club
breaking the mouths of demons
"lets go" he told me
we broke out of there
but we were closely followed
their numbers increased
his pace fell behind
his screams never broke my gait
it wasn't my fault
it wasn't my fault
they kept following
it wasn't my fault
i lost my movement
legs pumped; but i stayed in place
sobs shook my body
they came in closer
Oh please it wasn't my fault
then everything stopped
AND
I
FELL
up into the sky
right into reality
blood was everywhere
i had staved them off
a voice in my head had told me
i am not yet dead
i left that coffin
hoping to find a saviour
instead stepped in blood
more blood everywhere
people rising so strangely
caught up from puddles
sky had been bleeding
ground had been stealing the souls
some people didn't rise
my eyes ached they spun
wretched out once, twice now i'm done
no one noticed me
my legs moved alone
independent of my needs, wants
i didn't know where
moving through the cries
shoving my way through the screams
i start to forget
lost identity
i tore through time silently
lost language, lost soul
bodies became ghosts
i've fallen behind myself
but i think no thoughts
i ran through the world
i collapsed in to its core
from my mouth crept dark
conciousness rose once
reminding me i'm hungry
but there is no i'm
we've become the core
we cry silence we eat souls
we always hunger
SURE I DON'T CARE WHATEVER GOD
Here is an old man poem
these dusty old Bones
were once filled with groans
of fears that once did start
this dusty old Heart
and from these dusty old Lungs
came screams that were sung
from the agonies sustained
in this dust old Brain
in this dusty old Mouth
was held the sounds of the deep south
that never escaped past the lipst till demise
one final gasp adn the closiing of these dusty old Eyes
and all this dust is accumulated in this dusty old Tomb
my final resting place, my eternal womb
and I'm lowered down into this dusty ground unceremoniously
now words are spoken, no one knows me
And in this dust, I have found Peace.
A POEM ABOUT AN EVENT THAT OCCURRED THAT INVOLVED MY FATHER
They say its chilled
So you can't taste it
Because if you could taste it
You wouldn't want to drink it
But the tap is still flowin'
Into my cup
I've been drinking tonight.
I wear it like a coat
It keeps me warm
It protects me
And maybe if I stopped
If I hadn't at all
Then it would have been too cold
to go out
And drive
And when your world stopped
I kept driving
That morning when you woke
You didn't know
When you went to school
You didn't know
But when you came home
And you didn't know
Where I was
She told you
You didn't cry
You are a young adult
You didn't know why
You are a just a child
You waited till I got home
You hugged me- just like any other day
And you pretended to be fine
But in my dreams I cry
In my thoughts
MY NAGGING
INCESSANT
THOUGHTS
I cry
And now you are out of the house
And I forget your face
And I forget
What this place once was
A home?
Too cold
They say its chilled
So you can't taste it
Because if you could taste it
You wouldn't want to drink it
SHUT UP I HATE ALL OF YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME
Alright, so go ahead and don't read my stuff because it's totally tl;dr and post your own poetry and I promise I will read it and not laugh at you guys.
*They are more like senryus but whatevs
the darkness consumes me.
THIS IS A THREAD FER UR POETRIES AND STUFF.
Here are mine. Don't laugh at me I'm serious and an artist I am beautiful
Here is a poem about my taint
Buttered, Jammed, Honeyed, or Hammed
My Taint is t'aint ready to be viciously manned
So please be careful when preparing your festive feast
upon the place that grows my yeast
THAT WAS INNAPROPRIATE PORNOGRAPHY KILLS SOTP
This is a poem that makes no sense
Heat Lightning
Hot Miami Night
Spark in the alleyway
bright loud night
Smoke and Blood trail from a hole in a man who is already broken
A crimson smile drips from his face
Sick Grin, Dead Man
Gunpowder Derby
Here is a poem about true love
Robot Lovin
Hard to Get
Stuck it in an Oven
Burnt a bit
Sexy readout voice
Tempted me
So I made the choice
Preemptively
Mechanical Abstinence
No more stuffin' cogs
Now I'll waste my pence
On stuffin some dogs
BLARGHLAGRLE
At the peak of day
I laid there, back susspended
I felt floating, though there was hard rock
beneath me
My Brother was waiting
Two sandy obelisks pierce the sky
There are Holy words on them
Words spoken, listened to, etched in, and saved
above me
My Brother was waiting
A man dressed in blood stained jewelry was speaking
I did not hear, for the words he spoke were for
the huddled peoples, at the base of the pyramid
below me
My Brother was waiting
Something caught my eye
The man held silver in his raised right hand
So sharp it cut the sun
above me
My Brother was waiting
The people's muttered prayers rose to a cacophony of wails
The man's hand came down upon me
The orgy reached climax as I, separated, spun freely
below me
My Brother was waiting
The faces curdled and mixed and swirled
But at the bottom I recognized one settled in a crimson puddle
As the roaring drained out of my ears I heard a whisper
I knew
Above me, my Brother was waiting.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME I'M AN ARTIST SHUT UP I HATE YOU
Here is a story made entirely of 5/7/5 haikus*
i woke up in there
strange familiarity
"this can't be my house"
blood stained the walls- floor
screams below cracked the silence
i grabbed my tin bat
i tore down the stairs
it wasn't too dark to see
i didn't want to
for there stood a man
and there laid my family
dead, torn, and broken
i don't remember
can't tell if I was screaming
but I killed that man
something had happened
my vision started to blur
there was a sharp silence
the white seemed nothing
muddled faces surrounded
i ached all over
all mouths were empty
opened wide for some purpose
a darkness swept out
their feet touched no ground
i was covered in silence
their hands never moved
i heard a noise though
more though like i felt a noise
a friendly face shown
he swung a barbed club
breaking the mouths of demons
"lets go" he told me
we broke out of there
but we were closely followed
their numbers increased
his pace fell behind
his screams never broke my gait
it wasn't my fault
it wasn't my fault
they kept following
it wasn't my fault
i lost my movement
legs pumped; but i stayed in place
sobs shook my body
they came in closer
Oh please it wasn't my fault
then everything stopped
AND
I
FELL
up into the sky
right into reality
blood was everywhere
i had staved them off
a voice in my head had told me
i am not yet dead
i left that coffin
hoping to find a saviour
instead stepped in blood
more blood everywhere
people rising so strangely
caught up from puddles
sky had been bleeding
ground had been stealing the souls
some people didn't rise
my eyes ached they spun
wretched out once, twice now i'm done
no one noticed me
my legs moved alone
independent of my needs, wants
i didn't know where
moving through the cries
shoving my way through the screams
i start to forget
lost identity
i tore through time silently
lost language, lost soul
bodies became ghosts
i've fallen behind myself
but i think no thoughts
i ran through the world
i collapsed in to its core
from my mouth crept dark
conciousness rose once
reminding me i'm hungry
but there is no i'm
we've become the core
we cry silence we eat souls
we always hunger
SURE I DON'T CARE WHATEVER GOD
Here is an old man poem
these dusty old Bones
were once filled with groans
of fears that once did start
this dusty old Heart
and from these dusty old Lungs
came screams that were sung
from the agonies sustained
in this dust old Brain
in this dusty old Mouth
was held the sounds of the deep south
that never escaped past the lipst till demise
one final gasp adn the closiing of these dusty old Eyes
and all this dust is accumulated in this dusty old Tomb
my final resting place, my eternal womb
and I'm lowered down into this dusty ground unceremoniously
now words are spoken, no one knows me
And in this dust, I have found Peace.
A POEM ABOUT AN EVENT THAT OCCURRED THAT INVOLVED MY FATHER
They say its chilled
So you can't taste it
Because if you could taste it
You wouldn't want to drink it
But the tap is still flowin'
Into my cup
I've been drinking tonight.
I wear it like a coat
It keeps me warm
It protects me
And maybe if I stopped
If I hadn't at all
Then it would have been too cold
to go out
And drive
And when your world stopped
I kept driving
That morning when you woke
You didn't know
When you went to school
You didn't know
But when you came home
And you didn't know
Where I was
She told you
You didn't cry
You are a young adult
You didn't know why
You are a just a child
You waited till I got home
You hugged me- just like any other day
And you pretended to be fine
But in my dreams I cry
In my thoughts
MY NAGGING
INCESSANT
THOUGHTS
I cry
And now you are out of the house
And I forget your face
And I forget
What this place once was
A home?
Too cold
They say its chilled
So you can't taste it
Because if you could taste it
You wouldn't want to drink it
SHUT UP I HATE ALL OF YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME
Alright, so go ahead and don't read my stuff because it's totally tl;dr and post your own poetry and I promise I will read it and not laugh at you guys.
*They are more like senryus but whatevs