|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:57 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
I am going to enter four poems, if that's alright. I wrote these on my other account, [Slightly].
Guilty as Charged
In this Hell we are thrown With this suffering we call our own. This agony, this pain Was it all in vain? All that we have known to be true These independant words are subdued. Broken in time, piece by piece Until those thoughts completely cease. Obedient and small, quiet and tame On us, they have put this blame. The blame for this world, these wrongs This agony we have prolonged. We just sit, biding time Awaiting the punishment for the crime. We are innocent, completely guiltless These are the words they want suppressed. These lines of truism and fact The line obstructing freedom hasn't cracked. It's held strong by the nonbelievers Attacked on both sides by the greivers Of those trapped under falsehood. Steadfastly, the guards have withstood All these actualities and verity All this obvious clarity. We stand before them, still awaiting Watching our acts recreating In front of the magistrate. Ready to be given our fate The words are thrown against us The judge with his acquiesce. The guards way is barged We are sentenced, guilty as charged
The Day
Cutting words, that hurt so much, Fiery hearts, hot to the touch, Glaring eyes, that seem to shrink away, Whispered words, promising another day.
A day of humiliation and pain, A day where the other side will gain, A day of chivalry and tricks, A day where the clock never ticks.
A day of a forever that can’t come, A day where two numbers don’t mean their sum, A day where one word means something else, A day where we fall under its spells.
A day of lies, tricks, and deceit, Where words fly and don’t miss a beat, Where fights arise and quotas aren’t met, A day where on each person is placed a bet.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:59 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
The Day II
The bets are made, The game is played. Whispers resound, The players look around.
Friends by night, enemies by day, All that's left is to see who pays. These bets are left hanging by a thread, Their offers so widespread.
A bet where one is killed, Another bet that has yet to be fulfilled. A bet where betrayals arise, Where torture reigns through the skies.
Where screams of pain bound to happen, Where friendships will be misshapen. Where every word spoken is sublime, A bet where there is no time.
The stakes are raised a level higher, The winnings will go to the highest buyer. A bet where one man reigns supreme, Where every spoken word is a scheme.
The Day III
Along these hall, so snide and dark, Are three players left who still have their spark, That had gotten them through the first two rounds, The bets are paid by the pounds.
The players sit back, relaxed, Each in their own way, taxed. Though each one has thought something vile, A scheme they devised using their own guile.
A scheme that has only one winner, That has many a sinner. A scheme where only one survives, Where the rest lose their lives.
A scheme doused in playful words and hidden portrayal, Of the random remarks that set afoot the betrayal. A scheme where the evil reigns. A scheme where everyone is in chains.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:24 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:45 pm
|
Lyss The One In The Back Crew
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:47 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:48 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
I'm nausesous, or maybe just inspired So truthful, I begin to tire, No less then everything. No haiku, no paper packaged thing, Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so, Like idealistic jargon every self-respecting hopeful ought to know. I know the road to everything, I know it goes right off a cliff, Nothing, Nothing is forever
Sympathy I do indeed intake in bulk amounts, For reasoning obscure it seems to numerous to count, And so it goes the leser chose to crawl through narrow gates, Bulimic thin the winding road now emptires into lakes, A pulse is found, and so we drown, and sing for this duration, From rows and rows of teeth we're spared, these artery serrations.
Emptiness I must impress upon you in its granger, My stagnant heart, it comes apart, as selfishness demands her, To sound a note from scores I wrote, And offer them unto thee, For melodies now synthesized, Your love it lives within me.
Nothing is forever.
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:14 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:16 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:11 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:58 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
antoher poem i wrote..
there's so much that i feel right now, so much love that i can't even say, i think and wonder what should i do, is it truly just a game we all play,
i keep my feelings to myself, but yet every day they progess, it cause so much i just had to tell, but worst happend it cause this akwardness,
i don't know what to talk about, so many things i could say, i could tell you exactally how i feel, but wait i told you yesterday,
everything i feel towards you, only one thing in my head i can think, how do you truly feel about me, i don't want my heart to ever sink,
you may look at all the differances, but what about things in common we share, yes we are great friends, but don't you think we might make a perfect pair,
how do you feel? i really wanna know, if you gave it a chance we could see, i love you with all my heart, now please tell me do you love me?
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 2:49 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/whisper/whisper_b1_p.gif) |
I wrote this sometime ago.
Tormented By The Death Of A Child
I don't know why I cry when it does not ease the pain. I don't know why I sit here thinking of you when it does no good. I don't know why I try to figure out what went wrong when I know what happened, I don't know why I keep asking why when no answers will come.
I sit here thinking, wondering. I sit here near tears, wishing. I sit here looking at your picture, hurting. I sit here dreaming, dying inside.
I try to talk to those that would understand, they turn me away. I try to listen to others to forget my own pain, it only intensifies. I try to walk away from my thoughts, they only seem to follow. I try to keep you from my mind, you only apper more.
I keep from crying, only to ache in side. I keep from thinking, only to have you on my mind. I keep from dreaming, only to fall deeper into darkness. I keep from talking, only to have words fall from my lips.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 4:05 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|