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Post by xxxxSTINKFISTxxxx on Feb 11, 2005 7:33:58 GMT -5
I really like alot of the art your are all wrighting...I myself have tried righting before but it gets me to hyper at times. Ill have to write something soon though and i'll be sure to post it. Keep up the wrighting everyone its very interesting to here
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 11, 2005 16:51:44 GMT -5
Beating my family to death with ears I am still unheard Still mute to the signs of comfort and awakening.
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 11, 2005 16:52:15 GMT -5
I really like alot of the art your are all wrighting...I myself have tried righting before but it gets me to hyper at times. Ill have to write something soon though and i'll be sure to post it. Keep up the wrighting everyone its very interesting to here can't wait to hear it
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Post by xxxxSTINKFISTxxxx on Feb 12, 2005 0:06:02 GMT -5
Well ive spent some time and ive written this... if you can plz tell me what you think of it cause i havent written much.
Title: The first cut
Transfering into this familiar state again, the pain that digs and grows telling me when, Should i stop? should i regain my controll? Should i bury this blade, this pain, this anger, to make me whole? Looking into this mirror again, seeing this disgusting image i am and i have been. Shattering the glass, the morbid hunger growing inside me as i harass, this permeniut and delisious first cut. The light goes off, and theres a fainting sound, my senses fade and i'm all alone Who am I? what am i? The fear taking controll My bodies numb, digging in my flesh, this creature this undying mole. Ill walk away, run away, leave today, and re-open my eyes. Awakening from this birth again, My mind loosing its grip my walls are closing in. I stare down into my limb, my pain, my soul, to discover The first cut.
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Post by xxxxSTINKFISTxxxx on Feb 12, 2005 9:25:08 GMT -5
ok here is another thing i just came up with. This peice is from the more morbid side of me i hope you all enjoy it My dieing angel Looking into those eyes on the graceful grave of torn goodbies.. This mortal goddess, an angel of sin. Her voice constantly swallowing me, seeing her only in this narrowed reality. My soul seduced and mezmerized by this illiousin,this fate,and living lie. A dezirable flame burning me alive,your resistance to me, hurting me, in this enclosing hive. To be cast into darkness, to be one with your voice the betreyal of god on my face, for you, to be with you a melody in my mind. Her moonlight eyes surrounded in red on a throne of lovers rot, my body is her's, placed in a blood bathed unraveld knot. She glows of snow from her untouched skin, I will bleed myself dry for this angel of sin.
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Post by Halo on Feb 12, 2005 10:23:35 GMT -5
Those are amazing xxstinkfistxx.
I didn't find them morbid at all.....I thought they were beautiful. So much feeling and passion in them. You are very good at expression.
I look forward to reading more of what you have written.
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Post by xxxxSTINKFISTxxxx on Feb 12, 2005 22:54:28 GMT -5
thank you much halo for your kind remarks i havent written to much as you can tell, but when i do wright i like to have passion in it. I would never say this on any other site because being a male i would get ripped on lol.
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Post by Halo on Feb 13, 2005 1:41:46 GMT -5
That's just sad and disgusting that you would get ripped for having passion.
I'm glad you feel comfortable enough here to just be yourself. I wouldn't want you (or anyone) any other way. :-)
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Post by Nyarlathotep on Feb 13, 2005 10:27:06 GMT -5
I agree with Halo; your poetry is very beautiful and passionate, xxStinkFistxx. There are some great phrases in both of the poems you've posted. Keep writing!
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 14, 2005 8:43:43 GMT -5
Both poems are good stinkfist. I especially like the second one the best. Keep 'em coming!
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 14, 2005 14:19:20 GMT -5
I opened my mouth to frozen words Caught on the thought that another moment may come The only ocean that holds me is my own Terrified to hide a shadow of doubt from you But too scared to hold the rope for you I can not dream or sew the pieces around the break The waters flood and all is drowned Within a single doorway I watch the baggage disappear Your silhouette is there to tease As I sleep with the burns of regret
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Post by Halo on Feb 15, 2005 15:14:15 GMT -5
Ooooh! I like that very much v.o.g.
Hope to read to more!
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 15, 2005 15:16:00 GMT -5
Ooooh! I like that very much v.o.g. Hope to read to more! eh mucho gracias
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Post by voiceofgod on Feb 16, 2005 9:17:17 GMT -5
Here's an old one of mine. It's called PULSE
How much here is left? Choked enough to kill us all Escaped the swamp to face the fire This blister burns forever My eyes are seeping lonely love My hands are that of old I am weakened and exhausted Nothing for the journey back Here again to fly with dragons Through the doors that lead to light Like gray paint peeling slowly- I leave my faith behind me This shallow breed of fear Is saturated with a single thought That I can't be free from routine
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Post by Halo on Feb 16, 2005 22:56:11 GMT -5
Keep 'em coming v.o.g.! Great stuff.
I love this line, "escaped the swamp to face the fire'
We have some very talented people here. I love it!
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