Posted 31 December 2004 - 03:37 PM
poetry and comments only please
Posted 31 December 2004 - 03:39 PM
A small light in the corner of the basement...
sitting on this futon wondering what to do
Dying to live...
The foam walls around me
with fist implants
from past anger flares at stupid parents
working 10 hour shifts
at age 17
seems like wasting my life away
As i look around
and see empty beer bottles and boxes
I wonder whats the point
Open my mini fridge for another...
the cold air seeps out and touches my skin
to lower my temperture a little more
needs a ciggerette to raise it just right
smoke alarm goes off
light shimmers...to darkness
tired of life
I lay down
and close my eyes
sights of a place better than this
and i see a nuclear waste land of my house
As I sigh and get up to go to work
sight is lost
sight comes back...
cold, dark, grey little room
windows with bars on them
blood on my hands that wont come off
dropped soap bars
no more booze
wont cut deep enough
for the pain that i have caused.
dying to live
livin to die.
Posted 01 January 2005 - 09:45 PM
It caused me to feel shivers down my spine.
I do hope to see more soon.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 01:51 AM
Posted 02 January 2005 - 03:47 PM
A violin’s sad song sings through the air and enters your ear, the highest note is hit, and you wince in pain but yet a tear drops from your eye because of the sorrow of the sound, where this noise is coming from you don’t know, the echoes of the song throw you off and you start walking in the opposite direction. You come to a wall that is about 10 feet tall, and at the very bottom of it there is a tiny door maybe 2 feet tall. Far too small for you to enter, so you lose interest in the door and begin turn around when the door opens…your eyes bug out when you see a hand and then an arm coming through the door. Impossible you say to yourself, and the door widens to maybe a 3 foot tall door, and you start to back away as you see four more arms appear out of the door, you hear desperate cries for help, and screams of pain. The door streches to 4 feet tall, and a face that looks like it has been through the worst parts of hell, with blood shot eyes is there and it says “Run! She is coming! Run!” You bolt so fast you almost loose your shoes. You ran back to where you first heard the violin’s sad song, but you don’t hear the song anymore, all you hear is the screams and pains of the figures in the door. Then, all of a sudden the screams stop, and the lights go out, you whimper in fear, because you are afraid of the dark. The lights flash like thunder across the sky and you see, for just a second a very shiny and black violin in the hands of a very pale but yet radiant young woman. The lights are out again and your heart is racing, your mind is wondering a million things like is she going to kill me? Did she play that sad song that got me here in the first place? Will I make it through to lunch? You feel a hand on your back and you jump. a deep voice that sounds like it has some knowledge to it, wispers “sleep” and you black out in the darkness. Blacking out in the darkness is like falling into a dream without knowing it, you could be dreaming of a dark room then the room fills with light and you are with a lover running your hands through their hair, then all of a sudden the room dims and they turn into something evil and twisted. Thinking this is reality you scream and you try to become a chameleon and blend in with the walls, but what seems real to you, only looks like you are screaming at thin air when I watch you from the window in your padded cell.
Edited by SpiderAgainstFly, 02 January 2005 - 03:47 PM.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 03:49 PM
Edited by dark_angel55, 02 January 2005 - 03:52 PM.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 03:51 PM
Posted 02 January 2005 - 03:54 PM
Posted 02 January 2005 - 04:02 PM
It is clouding over out here. It only started when he walked out into the air. The air turns stale when he revealed himself to the world from the protection of the building. Everybody stays away from him, the saddening one, nobody likes to be sad, but him, he hates everything with a passion. While he is walking home in his sinister clothing, the crow caws at him with its sad but true death tone. When he reached his house, the lawn hasn't been done in ages, the house has been painted black, and the windows have been tented to a deep crimson that almost looks black. He enters his house, with that long skeleton key. Goes past the foyer, which has been turned into a raver room. Up the creaky stairs, twisting with there threatening bends, and they call to him to push somebody down them. He makes it to the benighted hallway and walks past the rooms that smell of sex and blood in them. He makes it to the black door; of course he opens the door and walks in like he usually does. Blood incases the room; it's all on the walls. You can see a hand dragging down the wall where the end might have been. Yes, it is his doing; of course it is all his blood really. Aha you think him a murderer? For yes he does hate all life, but mostly his own. He takes off his clothes slowly, leaving nothing but pale, white skin. The scars are all over, he lost count after 58. He retires to the bathroom after he gets his blood red towel from the closet of his. He walks to his sauna that is all black, but then again it matches the bathroom, black marble, everything black, except of course the faucets.they are gold. He turns them on and blood pours out of them into the sauna where he is sitting, it does not faze him at all. He fumbles around the back part of the tub. And pulls out a bottle of champagne. Pops the cork, and takes a swig of it. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. Slams the bottle on the side of the sauna, and slits his wrists with deep gashes. By the sigh in his breath I believe he's not going to stop the bleeding. His eyes fade to black, pupils glaze over; the world is a figment of his mind now. I swear that was a smile on his face. but that man is incapable of smiling. There is a beeping sound in the distance getting louder and louder. You sit up in bed sweating with scars all over your body and the pain in your wrist wont go away, the covers you were sleeping on are covered in blood. And when you walk outside the air stales in your breath and the crow seems to be stalking you with its long sad cry. You are no longer accepted at school and this world is scared of you because you are fucking different. Well, maybe you will go home and relax in your sauna and give this world of yours to another.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 04:07 PM
Sitting in blood,
Crying in wails,
Sharp as knifes,
Soft as skin,
Upon my face,
Scares are formed,
Lives are ended,
Bodies rejected from society
Something’s will pass you by,
Something’s will stop for hitchhikers
Those are unfortunate,
Born with will
Just like my anger
Blood is spilt,
From my body
Life goes on
While mine is ended.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 04:25 PM
Posted 02 January 2005 - 04:25 PM
I feel the anger behind my eyes, its sitting there wanting to fry your
brains into mush, turn my firsts together in a bunch, adrenaline pumps into
my heart, for now its about time for you to part, I see a tunnel inclosing
my vision, all I see is you sitting there while you kiss him, my eyes were
brown, and now they are black, my hearts turned cold, and now its grey, if
only I could turn your skin into that decay but no ill save it bottled up
for another time, just watch out I wont talk as much as a mime, with my
invisible box...around me, and a steel rope upon me, ill lasso you up and
tie you down till you regret and then ill really make you bleed understand
my loss understand why you are sitting in that moss, for the tide will come
one day, and you will just drown away.
Posted 02 January 2005 - 04:32 PM
My time slips out of my hand,
And into the void.
I feel the rush of air in my hair.
My clothes fluttering in the noise of what I have come to believe is the
I try to scream as if it would help
But nothing comes out of the hole of a mouth I have.
I close my eyes, and rethink the events that just happened.
I think of you.
You were the last person I saw
The one who showed a single glimpse of care at the last moment of my life.
"hold on, please don't leave me alone!" you screamed into my blood covered
But I couldn't hold on.
No I couldn't hold on any longer for you.
I have failed, and now I am falling away, deeper into this tunnel,
Oh yes, I believe Alice would agree with me.
The time does fly, after you die.