“Fetish”

Mangled are these heads,
twisted and blue.
Writhed up in agony,
contorted for you.
Slit are their eyes,
no “gateway” to souls.
Pluck them out
and watch as they roll.
Cut at their hearts
and tear down their walls.
Every great angel
deserves a great fall.

Mangled is my head,
jagged and coarse.
Heart full of disappoint,
biggest of sorts.
Slit are my eyes,
green turns to red.
I’d rather leave you hurt,
than given away for dead.
I’ll starve you of passion,
take what you love.
I’ll put you under my finger,
and pretend to be what’s above.

Crave Me.

“Anathema of Mine...”

If there were no desire to live,
I would have certainly been dead by now.
If there were a significant meaning to this life,
I would have found it out.
Whatever I do, it doesn’t matter,
I am here to reproduce.
No matter what I accomplish,
I was made to make something new.
Don’t second guess what I can do,
inside of me the pieces fit.
Together they make something beautiful,
ugly...whatever I make of it.
So fuck your approval and your standards.
Fuck what you expect.
Fuck your unconformity
and what you try to lack of it.
You are daft.
I am genius. I am perfect.
You are closed to change,
when you should find that its worth it.

“Amour”

Dreaded uncontrolled desire
Admitted to an unstable heart
Meant to be so much more
In an unfinished start
Embalm a perfect soul
Never to be torn apart

“Last Rites’

I’ll write my own eulogy, and I’ll even sing it on my deathbed.
This is what my damage will do, as it will sink into your head.
You need me like you need your tongue in your mouth,
without it you couldn’t tell us what you’re all about.
I have died. And this will cause myriad pain.
With your hand in mine, we all will be somewhat sane.
My corpse is your corpse, my urn is your urn.
And not one of us can wait until it is your turn.
They’ve covered my gashes with a whole lot of make up,
they’re dreading the story to tell, some which is made up.
They’ve supported those that cared through it all,
they’ve made sure to have a drunken party at my funeral.

Note: Not incredibly happy with this one. Not my best work.

i like....welcome.

the first one is prety creapy but the rest i really like so make more

hey these are really good. i really liked last rites and fetish.

wow,i love this one,lol morbid and sexy(the best kinda combonation).very good,welcome to the forums(or however they say it)

your work is amazing you have a talent keep up the work dont stop writing welcome to the forums have fun

you do have immense talent.. exquisite vocabulary and a great understanding of the world around you which is visible in each of your poems...

Ur poems r really good. I really hope to read more.

angel1kitten1537

ok, i have ALOT to say. first off i'de like to say that not one of the poeple who read this and commented seemed to understand any of your works. i still hold mucho respect for every one of them... except angelofdarkness1537 who displayed an amazing amount of ignorance and 12 year old word use.

“Fetish”

Mangled are these heads,
twisted and blue.
Writhed up in agony,
contorted for you.
Slit are their eyes,
no “gateway” to souls.
Pluck them out
and watch as they roll.
Cut at their hearts
and tear down their walls.
Every great angel
deserves a great fall.

Mangled is my head,
jagged and coarse.
Heart full of disappoint,
biggest of sorts.
Slit are my eyes,
green turns to red.
I’d rather leave you hurt,
than given away for dead.
I’ll starve you of passion,
take what you love.
I’ll put you under my finger,
and pretend to be what’s above.

Crave Me.



this one was my favorite. it was like deformity_of_god said, it is morbidly sexy. but i seems like you were seaking revenge in it. at last that's what i got out of it. all of your poems seem to hold a deep pain. i loved reading everyone of them.

Last Rites’

I’ll write my own eulogy, and I’ll even sing it on my deathbed.
This is what my damage will do, as it will sink into your head.
You need me like you need your tongue in your mouth,
without it you couldn’t tell us what you’re all about.
I have died. And this will cause myriad pain.
With your hand in mine, we all will be somewhat sane.
My corpse is your corpse, my urn is your urn.
And not one of us can wait until it is your turn.
They’ve covered my gashes with a whole lot of make up,
they’re dreading the story to tell, some which is made up.
They’ve supported those that cared through it all,
they’ve made sure to have a drunken party at my funeral.

this one had a great idea, which i really liked, although the flow was a little off, it was an all around great poem. ooo shivers..

I cant wait to read more from you.

Damien

Goodness. I didn't expect this much feedback at all. I'm blushing! I'm glad you all liked "Fetish." That has been my darkest poem yet. I don't understand why it was sexy, but its intent was revenge. I was hoping I'd get more out of Anathema of Mine, but I guess not. Anyway, my flow is usually off. I can't ever get it right, but the product I get usually satisfys me.

well since you mentioned this poem.. i did like it, the whole "screw you society" type of thing.. but honestly i've seen that written a million times.. also the excessive use of "fuck" kind of threw me off... not against cuss words but you could mix it up a little ;)

Fetish definately tops my charts of this thread! Your writing is beautiful, keep on keepin on baby! ;)

Well. There was this one time in youth group we had this guy explain how God exist....no wait...I don't remember where I heard it, but someone said that the whole point of our existance is to reproduce. And that was me sayin...well...fuck that.

Oops. My bad. Didn't log out of my cousins name...

It's things like this that make me want to slit my wrists. Torn between atheism and God. What am I? I question my faith. I believe in gay marriages. I don't think all my time should be devoted to "someone" who doesn't talk back to me. I've poured my heart out to this being and all I get is a life to live to become but an object in the ground or dust in the wind.....But at times, when I'm most religious I'm at peace with myself and the things that I hate about me, I can think (which I have hard time of doing,) and I'm not so jealous and hateful. Something in me tells me there has to be someone "there." Something much too big to just be science. I'm not insecure. I just wonder sometimes.
I haven't always been Christian, and I haven't always been very religious. I've been Wiccan and even Athiest. I just find that I'm much happier when I have something to believe in. Though, I feel that I'm losing my faith. It could be because I haven't gone to church in so long and that I haven't been reading my bible, but I also think that maybe Christianity isn't my religion. I dunno. I think its time to do some exploring.

hmmm..I actually love your thoughts...
I have found myself thinking just as you do at times...
lol..please write more of your thoughts

Oh, wow, thank you. I sure will.

I'm actually really glad that you dropped by my thread, Buddha, because I really admire you.

“Do you feel this body under your hands? This is the only real friend you’ll ever have.”

“Do you remember the time in your step-mother’s video store when you called your father
‘Daddy’ and felt ashamed and embarassed afterwards because the last time you had called
him that was the day he left you?”

I nod, tears are making their own puddles in my pillows.

“Do you remember the time when she shook you and you screamed and she called you a
bitch after you both exchanged words of hate? Do you remember how you layed withered
on your floor, unable to breathe or make any noise because you were choked up with tears
and pain? You were there for hours in the fetal position.”

“Do you remember the time you got drunk at home coming and got caught right away, so
they called your Grandmother? Do you remember the look on her face, the tears in her
eyes? Do you remember he saying ‘It’s okay, we’ve all done stupid things like this’?”

“Do you remember that boyfriend of hers and how he put his knee in your chest when he
went to kiss her on the couch? You couldn’t breathe, and she didn’t know.”

“Do you remember when they were making love in the bedroom and you hated it that she
didn’t care anymore...So you threw yourself at the door. That’s when you realized that
you lost her. Then he came out in his boxers and screamed at you. But you were already
crazy by then.”

“Do you remember when you got your period and your aunt thought you had been
molested, so she had that talk with you at Village Inn? You can never trust them again.”

This is what “they” tell me before I go to sleep. This is what “they” do to me. Of coarse
its six a.m., and I always think about these things when I don’t get enough sleep. But Jesus
Christ, I wish they would stop.

omg...wow.....your thoughts...wow..
I am so blessed to hear your thoughts..
seriously I am amazed....truly amazing
your thoughts all in a row..make so much sense
I do not believe I have ever seen it done so..but I like this..
Thank you so much..you flatter me... I am glad that I have affected you in some way

i know how you feel.. i was raised christian but i studied quite a few religions and even followed in my mother's footsteps and became wiccan for a while.. but in all actuality.. no matter how hard i tried to believe or to find my niche in the religious world it just wasn't there.. right now i am neither atheist nor christian but in between.. i am agnostic.. which means that i have no proof that god exists therefore i do not believe in god.. but also i have no proof to support that god does not exist.. so i cannot really say he is not out there somewhere... if i ever have real evidence i may sway to one side or another.. but at this point in time there seems to be no answers... i do not take comfort in believing in something.. i found it a weakness.. that people need to feel there is someone watching and guiding their every move to feel as if they will not slip over the edge and be cast to the abyss with nothing to cling to for support.. i have simply tried to learn as much as i can.. in my life knowledge is everything.. i try to view the world from every way possible.. and through this i have come to myself..

well anyway after the immense rambling.. i am a great admirer of your work.. you do a fantastic job

and aah the voices that torture us with our innermost hate and fear.. i love it

Wow, you guys.
Astarael- I think I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm agnostic too. I've been thinking about it for a while now..and I think thats just what suits me the best. I reallllly appreciate your comments. They do wonders for me.

Buddha- I'll be sure to post more thoughts. I'm soo glad that you love them. That means a lot to me coming from you.

yes i struggled with finding my religion and found that this suited me.. i am glad i can show my support for a talented writer such as yourself

Funny, I have not noticed you before...Love your poems...specially "Fetish"...just in case I hit on you later....Are you a male or female?

I'm a girl!

“Sin”

I lust for tongue and breath and love.
I want heated passion, silky sweat and flexing muscles.
I wanted faltered screams and clean mouths to lack.
I want you above and me on my back.
To pant in my ear with nails in your shoulders.
I want to rock the bed broken, enough to wake the neighbors.
Penetration so deep,
I want you so very far inside of me.
And this is what you get for being
my one and only Sweety.

(Note: This is short and the lines are awkward....but hey, I’ve never written a poem like
this before. My dirtiest by far. Enjoy!.....if you will. *shrugs*)

“Frigid”

Cut you dry,
scream you deaf.
Leave you numb,
kill you dead.
Pop your sores,
hit your bruises.
Slap your wrists,
he who loses.
Slit your eyelids,
split those lips.
Crop your fingers,
one plastic kiss.
Chew your tongue,
eat your heart.
Let tears slip,
so torn apart.
Broken now,
insides turned out.
Put pieces together,
now strewn about.
Harder to fix,
something so gone.
Watched them tumble,
knew it all along.
Beautiful stillborn,
taintless skin.
Purple and blue,
ready to live again.

(Note: I know this is a little...off and confusing. But really its about feeling empty and
hurt and dead, but in the end it all gets better. You know, things usually do....most of the
time. I’m content with this one.)

I liked this one.

For some reason it appealed to the pugilist in me......among other things.

Well done.

Woo, thank you. I appreciate the comment. That one might be more morbid than my "Fetish"

Heh....a lot of people have described my writing style as dark and morbid.
Sounds like we have something in common.

Occasionally I make a foray in lighter things, but it just seems natural to me to be dark and mysterious. (I wish!)

Anyway, looking forward to reading more of your stuff. Intoxicating reading.

Well, then I guess I'll have to drop by your thread then.

Frigid - i adore this poem.. i have written quite a few dark and gorey poems in my day.. they are simply my favorite to write.. when all the world is empty and gone you can make of it whatever it is you choose

Astarael- Exactly. And I'm trying to be more creative in torturing...Not that I would EVER do that to someone...but its always good to be prepared. Thanks for the comment.

even if the acts are not commited it is nice to think them out.. like planning all the ways you can murder someone you really hate.. even if you never go through with it..

lol, yeah. I figure I'd cut up the body and feed it to random dogs in the neighborhood.

why feed it to the dogs when you can eat it yourself o.O

[QUOTE=amariel,Jul 29 2004, 02:04 AM] I'm a girl!


LMAO...Ok..Ok...I do lie your poem.."Frigid"...I like the way you portray the nager you held...did anyone inspire you to write it? did some dumb guy hurt you?

Astarael- Because I would have killed that person for a reason. To eat the person....ew. *insert gag noises* I have someone in mind and I wouldn't put my tongue anywhere near that person. I'm enjoying this conversation!

Donovan-LoL, my dumb guy is still with me...hehe, and he's not all that dumb. That was pretty much about people who go through so much and then find that things do get better. I'm glad you liked it!

all of your poems are really good ^_^

wow...ok...it has been enjoyed.....ok...enjoyed again.....
oh whoa..very sexy poem....O love the feel of that one...lol

now this one is very inspirational....I like it alot..please write more..
I really like your words ^_^

Buddha-Thank you soo much. I'm glad you liked them.

natassja-Thank you for the comment

So I'm taking requests now. I've lost interest in my ideas, so now I'm taking yours.

always fun conversations hun.. always.. vengeance is sweet.. and most people if i meant to kill i would probably just attack them and maim them.. watch them bleed to death on the floor.. but enough of that for the moment..

write a bloody or gorey poem.. like with our previous subject cannibalism ;)

ok, your work is beautiful...Good luck with posting on the forum and sasha i love reading your comments..Bye peeps!!

oooo my comments are loved :D