Responding to the Oh for the Love of thread

tickingstitch · 02-25-2008, 04:37 PM

This isnt gothic or a joke but a poem I wrote a bit back. Im posting it for everyone who has posted. You can can critique me if you would like but its already published. I have others if you are a writer and are interested PM me. If you would like to post your work on this thread please do, even if it is not gothic ... Heres one... Even if your shit is not "good" please keep writing and please post it!

In this life
The only place to fall is the paper that mirrors my pursuit of transparency
Out of motive invisibility
Even the reflection of pure and sometimes plutonic intimacy
To settle scores of love deficiencies

Head first I roll into my room to seek cover
And Shelter, from the ocean that crashes beyond my walls
To zap to life one moment of creation
To plunge into the voyage of the wits
To be spellbound in the engaging lit passage that I locate within myself and breath open with a pen

In haste I write to myself

Mass existence dissatisfies me
I stare out in a still pursuit
To truly dream
Yet she abuses me with her violent strikes and inconsistencies
We all observe the prepared attack and do not move
Existence is Vain
And truth is a lie
A written timeline for the future
To read as time past gone
Misery and Robotic
Mechanic puppet of death
I am and so are you

At later moments I am caste to scribble my sonnets of love

My respect for you is untainted similar to a virgin’s fidelity
My exquisite species… I write for you
I fall into the daze of your intoxication,
A human, the people
Faulted and wrecked yet enchanting and delightful
There is not one who can brake away from the legitimacy
That we are all cloaked in humanity
The veil of similarity
Veins and waves
Worn in and tattered yet refreshed and alive

And to the LIQUIDS who entice me
To those who are enticing
My pen exhales…

To be lost in the water or lightening of your eyes
Electrify Me.
With your tap dance when all glares are absent
Being shocked by the movement of your limbs
Of your mouth
When I am alone in my barren room I recall you pouring all over the floor
It was pouring all over the ground
You waited there seeping
You waited for a mop, you waited for a bucket or even an audience
And I was your undetected audience
I honored your leaking humanity

This memory ignites my inner vigor and it takes over my curvy body
I bolt up and open
I tear down my door and Leap back into the world

I am a transforming creature and I jump up into the corner edge of the earth
I shrink small
I shrink still
A parched sponge eager to be hit by the spring of an energy grenade
EXPLOSION!!!
I will rotate too small too see
As the human ankles vanish beneath the water
Water from their Ears.
The mouth
The finger
A thunder storm bolting out of the eye of the youth
EVERYONE IS DRENCHED!!!
EVERYONE IS A SPRING, A WATERFALL, OR A STORM
I must sneak close enough to get electrocuted or drowned
For if I am distant, the robots delude the clandestine dance of electrocution and I can not recall why water has so much influence over me
Why the human is so beautiful
Delicate
Transparent
Like me
Like you

When the fire burst passes, I stroll back home and hum a poem to the universe…
In peace I come to God
With liquid on my tongue
Let me be
Internal
Absorbent
Reflective

Who can be in love with silly humans
From a distance and height
Does God…
Could he
Just be a writer who perhaps was
Alone for too long
In a garden of all that is bright
Did it echo sadness?
Did you have that longing to get close to create for a moment
The way I am when I am alone in my room
The ache to be electrocuted or drowned
Is this an instinct that you have?

God, are you close?
To the invigorating humAN…
Who eats and kills?
YET LOVES with fury?
Did you write this one?
Do my feet walk across your verbs? Am I resting on your nouns?
Are you there?
God are you my silent audience?
When I pour my water all over the floor… Do you honor my humanity…

I twist into my front door and slide into my home
Devoid
Empty
released
I slink back into my room
I crawal like a beast onto my bed… To my pad
To clutch my pen
Confused
Closed in
I fall once more onto the paper
To reflect
To curse poetry itself for making me insane
And of course to praise insanity
for manifesting the love of poetry

Title:
He said its like getting it off my back
Kelly C.
Copyright@

Mir · 02-25-2008, 05:04 PM

Because I'd never post anything new on here, I'm just reposting these ones. These were posted under a different pseudonym, about a year ago. I could rewrite/fix all these but I'm not bothered. They help remind me how bad I was and how much I have progressed.

Chicken Coop

The outlook a melancholy grey
and sullenly I watch you say
something I am bound to disobey
I just wanted to go out and play

A life so moulded by indiscretion
broken and reshaped like clay
lead by a constant insurrection
eternal, relentless.. I kneel and pray

your life in me invokes contempt
augmented two fold by a murky grey
any empathy for you I repent
your insolence one day I'll repay

as another day draws to a close
though the clouds pierced a ray
light shines through and I arose
A light beckons and I move to obey

Sirens To The Living.

Blinded by curiosity, fear on the wane,
drenched in self-pity, it was steadily pouring rain.

Looking down the abyss, I was teetering on the precipice,
The curiosity still persists, I could hear the demon hiss.

Woefully ignorant and blissfully unaware,
O' mighty demon, to you, my soul I bared.

Your hidden agendas and empty promises were,
A naive man's mistake, I realise to late, my err.

Losing My Battle.

In a bare and cramped space, I was confined,
On thoughts of lust and murder, I dined,
A hundred voices in my head, they yelled,
A small voice of reason in me, it rebelled,

But the pale white light to me, it called,
All thoughts of reasons in me, they stalled,
Everything but the evil in me, was suppressed,
The path I was to take, to me it was expressed,

And thusly a once noble life had been, lead astray,
All thoughts and actions, in complete disarray,
With loving and care your cheek, I caressed,
Your lifeless body closer to me, I pressed.

Imagined Trespasses Of The Dead

There was once, a wise old man who did dwell,
Contentedly living, in his tiny mountain cell,
Enter only if thee are truly brave,
Into his dark, and unwelcoming cave.

But enter thee did, into his dominion,
Where thee were met by his fierce, growling minion,
For it was words of wisdom, you did crave,
And thy blind curiosity, made thee truly brave.

But thee did discount, his fierce minion,
Cornered, with thyself you held a sad communion,
To the minion, plentiful excuses you gave,
But it was thy flesh, that he did crave.

And with a fearful passion, the minion did tear,
Crashing down came everything, you held so dear,
For this trespass, 'twas thy life, thee gave,
So endeth the story, of an ignorant young knave.

A noisy intruder

Just stop talking at me, leave me to my self commiseration,
Won't you just please stop, trying to strike up a conversation,
Flailing and fighting, this sudden inrush of wanton information,
Ignoring it but can't help this, feeling of suffocation.

Could you not quite clearly see that, I was not interested,
Because emotionally in this conversation, I just was not vested,
Continually with this inane conversation, my patience you tested,
It was on a blunt scraping implement, my thoughts had rested.

Bitching and moaning, why would you think I'd be interested,
You continued to amaze me, with the ignorance you ranted,
Just leave me to my solitude, leave me to myself to brood,
Else, suffer the consequences, being rude was just a prelude.

Xombie · 02-25-2008, 05:11 PM

I naturally read "A Noisy Intruder" as a rap...heh. Sorry, I think.

tickingstitch · 02-26-2008, 12:35 PM

I like it Mir, would you PM me some of your new stuff

ViolenT BeautY1 · 03-02-2008, 12:42 PM

This isn't actually poetry. thees are lyrics for a song, but what the hell.

For the damned...

Black rose in a garden of pain
Beautiful and tender for it is not in vain
The light of Lucifer will lead the way
For i have betrayed and am yet to pay

The story i shall tell starts a while ago
Before my soul left this world but now there's nothing more
The midnight skies of the northern plains
Will carry my one last song

To you now i swear my vows
But in truth i dream of rain
For the voice of evening crows
And the moon that shines in vain

The oracle spoken not the truth
Midnight cries consume my soul
Prophecies in blood once shown
Shall never be fulfilled

In the objective reality
Facts we obtain
But wisdom of the gods
Elshware we gain

On the first step of Nanna
With knowledge so deep
The howl of her watcher
Brought me back from sleep

I burst into the room
But it was too late
The dog faced demons
Had took her to the grave

Then i remembered
This word of advice
Not to take your loved ones
To the realm of ice

In a time before time when this tragedy occurred
Which was told to me once by the god of the moon
When a traveler passed trough the gates beyond the stars
And hoped he could feel Venuses charm

He dwelled with the visions and the dark silhouettes
And asked lord Marduk to see phoenixes nest
But the voice of the dead kept soaring his mind
He begged the spirits to take this pain away...

As he kissed her lips
As cold as ice
And touched the silk
Of her evening gown

The stars where dim
On their high thrones
And the moon was black
As the blood of ghouls

He made a vow
In tears and hate
Together we'll be
Again some day

With the dagger of Inanna
He set on trails
To seek revenge
In the outer realms

The portal opened
Beneath his feet
A mistake was made
So foul and deep

Kingdoms unknown
To gods or man
Light that kills
And flames from hell

Ravens sang
An eerie chorus
As the traveler passed
The gates unknown

His fate was celled
By autumn leafs
Falling on
His bloody knees

Mir · 03-02-2008, 12:50 PM

I'd like to hear the song version of this.

ViolenT BeautY1 · 03-02-2008, 01:05 PM

I'd send you the link, but I'm not allowed yet.

Tha Duckman · 03-02-2008, 01:12 PM

A piece of bread
From the packaging
Into the slot
Feel the heat
The fucking burn
Charrs the outside
The blackened crumbs
They spill
Onto the counter
I
Pick up
The knife

You say nothing
As I run
The knife along
Your surface
It glistens
With the salted gold
It melts
Through
The puncture wounds
I put
You onto
A plate

Charred
Buttered
*****
And eaten

Your tiny form
I cut a hole
a tight fit
I fuck the wound
I'm being rough
I ruin you
I finish up
You're a mess
You disgust me
But
I'm still
Hungry

Charred
Buttered
*****
And eaten

Mir · 03-02-2008, 01:22 PM

Wow, I like that! Deliciously violent. Am I alone in thinking you're not really referring to a slice of bread?

Tha Duckman · 03-02-2008, 01:24 PM

I am referring to bread. It's gonna be on a parody black metal album called SONGS ABOUT TOAST!!!. That song is called "CHARRED, BUTTERED, *****, EATEN!!!"

JCC · 03-02-2008, 01:26 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tha Duckman

I am referring to bread. It's gonna be on a parody black metal album called SONGS ABOUT TOAST!!!. That song is called "CHARRED, BUTTERED, *****, EATEN!!!"

BLACK METALLLLL

WARRRGGGHHHHH

BLACK METALLLLL

DUN DUN DUN DUN

BLACK METALLLLL

Sorry, some Venom reminiscence.

ViolenT BeautY1 · 03-02-2008, 01:26 PM

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...ndid=218061261

Oh look! I can.

Tha Duckman · 03-02-2008, 01:27 PM

I have two others called "STICK A FUCKIN' FORK ON THE ELEMENT!!!" and "I BURN YR FUCKIN' TOAST (WRONG FUCKIN' SETTING)!!!"

JCC · 03-02-2008, 01:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tha Duckman

I have two others called "STICK A FUCKIN' FORK ON THE ELEMENT!!!" and "I BURN YR FUCKIN' TOAST (WRONG FUCKIN' SETTING)!!!"

Do I get a free copy?

Mir · 03-02-2008, 01:29 PM

Sounds awesome. I like the idea of a parody Black Metal album.

10 Masked Men might be of interest to you!

Tha Duckman · 03-02-2008, 01:29 PM

It'll be available for free download when it's finished, but it's a LONG way from being done.

JCC · 03-02-2008, 01:30 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tha Duckman

It'll be available for free download when it's finished, but it's a LONG way from being done.

If you're in need of any gutturals let me know.

Mir · 03-02-2008, 01:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ViolenT BeautY1

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm...ndid=218061261

Oh look! I can.

Requiem for a feeble mind?

Tha Duckman · 03-02-2008, 01:31 PM

I actually am. I can't do the growly thing for shit. My attempt is fucking terrible. Anywho, once I've laid down a bunch more, I'll PM you the music and lyrics, and you can push them in for me, if you'd really like.

JCC · 03-02-2008, 01:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tha Duckman

I actually am. I can't do the growly thing for shit. My attempt is fucking terrible. Anywho, once I've laid down a bunch more, I'll PM you the music and lyrics, and you can push them in for me, if you'd really like.

Sure thing.