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Post by voiceofgod on Sept 22, 2005 9:31:20 GMT -5
""Neither""
I am just a pawn In a game of chess I play against myself
Both sides are opposing Neither ever gets ahead Black and white together Mixing all emotions
I change sides It seems I never move correctly The queen sold me out For another useless pawn
But in the end even the tiniest of men May become the king
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Post by voiceofgod on Sept 30, 2005 11:25:19 GMT -5
blind
blind falsely believing blind silently retrieving enough's enough fuck you leave me alone you're so blind and dumb oh yeah? and you're ugly blind foolishly convincing blind dragging all these shadow boxes they're filled filled with blind men they moan and ache blind so blind empty, deaf, and blind wash this away leave me alone and stop being so blind
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Post by SparrowsSoliloquy on Sept 30, 2005 22:02:05 GMT -5
Great job VOG:) I liked them both! It has been awhile since I actually sat down and have written anything. I used to write all the time.. but nowadays it seems Im writing less and less.... I should prolly start in my journal again.........
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Post by voiceofgod on Oct 1, 2005 11:23:38 GMT -5
Great job VOG:) I liked them both! It has been awhile since I actually sat down and have written anything. I used to write all the time.. but nowadays it seems Im writing less and less.... I should prolly start in my journal again......... well writing certainly is something that is hard to do consistently. Just make sure you don't force it. Let it come naturally and it'll probably start back up without you even noticing.
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Post by SparrowsSoliloquy on Oct 1, 2005 20:57:27 GMT -5
Thanks VOG:) Hopefully I will find the time to actually start writing again.. thanks for the advice! your friend, Jennifer
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Post by voiceofgod on Oct 6, 2005 18:04:08 GMT -5
he stares down a corridor with eyes awake and burning practicing the ritual of learning how to feel during his trance the walls begin to ooze his thoughts and he is left without a second chance to heal
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Post by ravenous on Oct 13, 2005 6:41:04 GMT -5
I thought blind was great VOG. I haven't posted in a while so I think its time I let out some new lyrics. Hope you like. MyselfLately I've been watching myself And seeing the way I want to be the way I need to be I can't seem to find the part that seperates my dreams from reality If you know how it feels then tell me how to cope with this stupid insecurity.This stupid mess I've trapped myself in and I wonder why I complain. Is it that hard to understand just who I am? And what I want to be? If you know how it feels then tell me how to cope with this stupid insecurity.And as I sit here and as I wallow selfishly it becomes so clear I'm still discovering I'm still accepting I'm still denying Myself noone else just Myself. anyway...hope everyones ok. xx
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Post by voiceofgod on Oct 13, 2005 9:08:29 GMT -5
I liked that Ravenous. Very cool.
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Post by ravenous on Oct 14, 2005 6:03:48 GMT -5
I liked that Ravenous. Very cool. Thanks.
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Post by voiceofgod on Oct 14, 2005 15:53:53 GMT -5
"Words To Wordless Ears"
None here with a mortal feeling In the midst of self exile This slow death process Screeching to a similar halt Exactly like the breath in me
Practice makes the patience thin Speaking tongues of long forgotten
Thirteen more to follow suit Beating you to death with ears Again unable to comply Never hear what’s obvious The towel’s thrown far this time Concede and fail to rectify
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Post by ravenous on Oct 17, 2005 10:27:38 GMT -5
"Words To Wordless Ears" Never hear what’s obvious The towel’s thrown far this time Concede and fail to rectify Thats really good. I think that small part describes me right now. xx
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Post by voiceofgod on Oct 17, 2005 11:32:55 GMT -5
"Words To Wordless Ears" Never hear what’s obvious The towel’s thrown far this time Concede and fail to rectify Thats really good. I think that small part describes me right now. xx thanks
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Nov 16, 2005 21:52:35 GMT -5
hey guys, sorry i havent been around for a while. i recently wrote this piece in the aftermath of recent events in my life which made me dissapear for a while. but, ya know me... i'd get right back into this writing... so here ya go...
Haze of the End
Trapped in the haze of the end Twiztid crimson vapors surround me I try to yell out a cry The scarlet mist rushes into my mouth And eats away at my lungs
Take a step back And look into the reflections of time Through your eyes, All you see is dark I just have a index of failed attempts to see light With a pure lack of intent When I look intensly into the reflections of time I feel a sense of content circling around me For this, My light wont shine on With my life, Death feels divine My martyr has forsaken me and has laughed at my face This discrace has been unwishinly replaced By the better soul While this soul waits naked and hopeful In the bloody pool with finger prints on the big black book In hopes to find a new piece of companionship I’d trade whatever left thats good in me To give my mind some equips
Trapped in the haze of the end Twiztid crimson vapors surround me I try to yell out a cry The scarlet mist rushes into my mouth And eats away at my lungs
Feed my will or I will fade out Like a radio station hovered by thick shadows I’m not the promised one you cant live without So dont distress This lifetime carried on with affliction and misery The final chapter of self-destruct will end with sucess I feel like mercury to the sun with myself to the rest of you Please tell me a lie and say its not true So I dont have to fade away from existense Just whisper a wide eyed lie to me And make me full of life It took so long to realize that solitude has settled in The pursue of death awaits me with a grin Takes me to places I never been But only in your dreams Afterlife isn’t what it seems
Trapped in the haze of the end Twiztid crimson vapors surround me I try to yell out a cry The scarlet mist rushes into my mouth And eats away at my lungs
Never been touched by sunlight My descions havent been so bright This final descion hasn’t been so dead on And all my screams pass through as undertones As my brittle bones begin to moan As I push you away Pushed you away Before you have a chance to betray Dismaid in my time of blue despair I will say no prayer As I stand Off my weakest chair I will embrace this new beginning Embrace whatever comes ahead
Trapped in the haze of the end Twiztid crimson vapors surround me I try to yell out a cry The scarlet mist rushes into my mouth And eats away at my lungs My birth is my outlet of life Dates become jointed as one Unlike my attempts to better myself My promises remain broken and worthless Just as broken as my mind Just as worthless as my reflection
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Post by SparrowsSoliloquy on Nov 20, 2005 0:39:20 GMT -5
Kevin,
I checked my pm before I saw that you posted this. I see that you still have been writing.. I think that is wondeful!! That poem was amazing. You are a very gifted writer. I hope, in a lot of ways, that this has helped you deal with everything that has happened to you. THERE WILL BE LIGHT..............I promise:)
VOG- Beautiful work as well:) How are things with you? It has been awhile since I have had the time to catch up with everybody:)Hope you are well.. talk to you soon! -J
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Post by TheAnomicSoul on Nov 23, 2005 1:43:05 GMT -5
Message in Blood (Letter 2 Self)
the weak and powerless will fall concealed in the blood of the worthless fall til you crawl, til you feel so small, til you cannot recall what you once were fall out of consciousness until you see the blur as i stand upon the cadaver as the conquerer below lies the remains of a broken man laced in the blood of which he sheds the blood he shed over the fears of the past as the last blasts rings so hard your ear drums bleed as i feed on the screams and i feed on the greed as there no longer is a breed i look down on this worthless piece I stare at you as you disease with the blood on my hands the lights reflect on my window as people are screaming and staring looking to get a glimpse of the cycle of life this man cannot go on I sink under his body as i ascend to the depths of hell i will not dwell, i will not say a farewell the mass of the people storm in like a flash flood good-bye, this is my message in blood
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