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Old 08-01-2008, 01:32 PM
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And you shall get some more poetry. xP I wrote this mainly in a reaction to the bomb blasts that rocked India over two consecutive days last weekend. I felt I had to write something; get it off my chest and the like. This was the result. I hope you enjoy.



Donít Use God As An Excuse
By Deathspector




In the end, there is little hope.
Even the most courageous give up in life.
The terror strikes us where we are most vulnerable:
Our hearts.
In this, the heartless bastards are successful,
They make us fear our families, and hate our neighbours.
Mankind is turned upon itself,
Reduced to less than a savage beast
Governed by fear and hatred.
Itís a sick and cowardly way of making a point.
Women, children, the innocent,
Where have the days gone when they were spared?
Even the wounded arenít safe from their machinations.
They claim to profess and protect their religion.
Can you give me the name of one God,
Who praises the despicable act of taking anotherís life?
Can you give me the name of one God,
Who would welcome you to the gates of heaven
When your hands are crimson from an innocentís breast?
Deluded are those who can.
I am sick and tired of dancing to their horrible tune.
I am sick and tired of hearing our leaders spouting excuses.
I am sick an tired of living in this damned pit, enveloped by fear.
Something has to be done,
And you and I must lead the rebellion.
We must be the Bolsheviks of today.
We must overthrow this hidden system that is strangling us all.
The day will come, I have no doubt.
My doubt is to how long it will be before it does,
And how many more will die,
Leaving them with one less to achieve the six billion.

All of a sudden, that number doesnít seem so far awayÖ



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Old 08-13-2008, 11:16 AM
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Um, yeah. The following poem won't really make much sense to any of you, 'cause it's based off a story on Live Journal. I'm not even on Live Journal, but a friend sent me the link. It's a fictionalised version of how Panic At The Disco made their way to fame. So yeah, just read it and tell me what you think.



Close The God Damn Door
By Deathspector




His speech is drenched in an alcoholic slander,
And he cannot walk in a straight line.
The unintended thoughts
And all the suppressed feelings
Are pushed up to the fore.
Close the God damn door.

A boy in a tizzy whirl,
Unaware of concerned gazes
Concealed by sleepy eyes.
While in the back room,
The Green Gentleman pleases himself
With that hypocritical wh*re.
Close the God damn door.

Unable to comprehend,
The boy is maddened.
His thoughts keep straying to those long fingers,
Those honey-bronze eyes,
Of hidden emotion and protected thoughts.
He canít take it anymore
Close the God damn door.

He wants to make the Green Gentleman feel.
He wants him to know the pain,
The inexplicable attraction that cannot be banished,
But how?
Is it even possible?
To reach down into that deep core?
Close the God damn door.

Maybe it is best for it all to be left.
Perhaps things will sort themselves out?
Who the hell came up with that idea?
Talk only resulted in something more passionate
Something more painful.
What else is in store?
Close the God damn door.



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Old 08-20-2008, 03:47 PM
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Don't use God as an excuse, indeed!

There's nothing worse than excuses.

And you were right--the second poem made little to no sense whatsoever, topicwise. ^.^ Obviously, you can get the basic idea and a vague feel of the meaning, but no direct understanding. In alot of ways, poetry is better than stories... for that exact reason. There's enough definition to decide what it's about on your own. "Close the God Damn Door" was most certainly a great poem. :9 It was just... all-around well-done; the imagery in alot your poems is most certainly my favorite part, though.

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Old 08-23-2008, 12:58 PM
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Thanks. ^^

Yeah, I enjoy poetry for precisely that reason as well. There's something endearing about not understanding what you're reading completely. But yes, once again, thank you for the compliments. Below I have a poem that I wrote at quarter to one. It might seem like rambling because of that, but I'll post it up anyway.



Bright Black, Dark White
By Deathspector




As I lie on my bed,
Fingers raking through letters from the past,
My mind opens the closed doors,
And light floods my blinded sight.

The cold around me fades away,
Only to be replaced by a calm,
A warm, gentle, calm that softens the hurts,
And gives me reason to smile.

Outside my windows, the world freezes,
An eternal dawn.
The smallest unit is infinite,
Time is no longer tangible.

Dreams of make-believe cloud my mind.
They cover over my wounds,
And block out all the insensitivities
That plague my wakened being.

It is the time between darkness and light,
Between waking and sleep, life and death.
Black and white are no longer colours.
All is grey.

The red roses lose colour,
The crimson of my blood fades,
The ruby hue of my curtains do not exist.
The dull oppression overtakes.

The only colour I see is a dream,
A wish, a hope.
I see bright blues, greens, yellows,
A painterís pallet comes to life.

The music plays on in my head,
And my mouth twitches upwards.
I have found being in eternal non-being.
I have found colour in grey.

She reaches out and takes hold of my hand.
Her oaken eyes match my own,
And her smile brings warmth and bravery.
Around me, the dead come back to life.

From her, the colours flow.
Life is renewed, all is forgiven.
The sinners are no longer sinners.
The saints are no longer saints.

People are people for what people are.
But only she makes them so.
Only she carries the torch into the dark night,
And lights the fire when it snows.

She is the bringer of all things good,
The banisher of all things bad.
Nothing can surpass her brilliance.
She, my love, is you.



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Old 08-31-2008, 12:06 PM
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Hmm, here's another "I Hate You, Go To Hell" poem. Dunno why I write them so much.



Try To Run From It, Dear. It Will Only Prolong The Pain
By Deathspector




Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
Did your heart break to hear me screaming?
Or was it all a shadow,
A pretentious play to replicate
Something that could have been?
Or rather still, was it something more?
Was it a game for you to play,
To rid yourself of boredom?
Or was it a knife for you to hold,
And threaten to cut with?

If you could manage to dig into my arsenic soul,
And be the ventriloquist to my heart,
Does that mean that I have played my part?
Am I now as useless as the hundreds of others,
All who sacrificed much to please you?
Will I be cast aside into a dustbin,
Where I will lie to rot for eternity?

Perhaps your mind was playing havoc with your heart.
Were you in pain, my dear?
Could you ever fathom the feelings that I felt?
The thoughts that melted my mind,
And had a go at being dead?
Were you, maybe, lost in your world,
Unable to find a way out of your labyrinthine mind?

I know you well enough to know,
You never loved me.
So was this a game of hide-and-seek?
Where you merely playing me like a pianist?
Was I little more than an object, and instrument,
On your dusty road to ambition?

Perhaps if you were to die,
In a hundred million ways,
Then you might begin to understand me.
I was never your guitar to play,
I was never your puppet to control,
I was never yours.

Open your eyes, and maybe you will see
Hundreds of thousands at your feet.
But not me.
I have left my refuge at your feet,
I have sought consolation elsewhere,
In people who care and love.
In people who do not flirt with danger,
And stab their friends in the face.

I dedicate this poem to you, my dear.
You, who so long ago owned my heart,
And raped it like a child.
I hope that you read this, darling wh*re,
And shiver,
Like the countless times I did when you whispered my name.
The tables have shifted, love, where will you be?
Will you face up to what youíve created?
Or will you hide like the coward you are,
Raising walls of protection around you,
Made from the blood of another?

Ponder upon it.
Let it consume you, as it once consumed me.
And when you have found the answer,
You will know that it is wrong,
And once again you will return to the question.
Let this never-ending cycle break you,
Let it crush you, and powder you to pieces.
And when you lose the will to live,
When you scream out into the darkening dawn,
ďOh God please kill me!Ē
I will be standing there, with my dagger,
With my knife,
And I will oblige.

Your heart will be stabbed a million times,
And I will be the one to stab it.
Sleep well, my dear,
For you will start wishing tomorrow never comes.



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Old 09-01-2008, 01:50 AM
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I'd have to say that "Try to run from it, Dear. It will only prolong the pain" is my favorite of your poems thus far. The use of the term 'my dear' is the main element which captured my attention, if I were to be specific.

:/ Don't know what to say other than that, teehee. I spotted a typo--"Where you only playing me..." has an h that shouldn't be there. ^^;

Anywaysh, I'm... well, still reading, as you can see. :)

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Old 09-01-2008, 02:10 PM
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Hmm. "Try To Run From It Dear. It Will Only Prolong The Pain" was a poem I wrote in a feverish passion Ė dunno how else to describe it. I guess I made a few mistakes in it; I didn't edit it after writing it as you can see. Meh.

Anyway, thanks, once again, for the compliments. ^^

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I must apologize for not commenting sooner, but, now that I am, I must say how wonderfully talented you are when it comes to poetry.
It takes a great deal of skill to be able to write and appreciate poetry and I think you're poems are really good. I particular enjoy the structures used in your poems, the way everything flows and the issues that you cover.
Yes, I enjoyed reading them. :)
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Thanks =) I'm glad you managed to get through them all, xP. Anyway, another one. This one is shorter than most of my others, and I wrote it during French class when I was supposed to be writing a poem in French. ><;



She Did
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She did not come with your wind.
She did not go with your tide.
Only the might of the summerís sun
Can make the blind winter mild.
Have you heard the oak tree laugh?
Have you seen her golden smile?
When spring bears life upon its birth
Only autumn seems divine.
As the north cries wolf again,
And the west sinks further down,
They seek the help of the hidden west,
As the south discards their crown.
Her subtle touch wakes up the dawn,
And speaks beyond occasion.
Her mind is hidden to the core,
Her heart beyond persuasion.
Do not think you know her,
And do not try to hide.
She did not come with your wind.
She did not come with your tide.



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This is going to sound a tad weird, but you must understand that I am in English-essay mode and my brain currently traces everything back to 'Antigone'. Have grace on the poor perfectionist of an English student. Px

This reminded me of a Chorus in 'Antigone.' It was nothing like any of them, but still the comparison rears its ugly head.

Either way, I enjoyed it--the entire thing was lovely, although my favorite bit was most definitely "Only the might of the summer’s sun//Can make the blind winter mild."

And, as always, I'll be back for more. ^.^

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You Are Everything Thatís Bad For Me
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Your smile
Sent them tumbling down
To the ground.
Crash and burn it up.

When life gets so mundane,
All they need to do
Is chance a glance at you
The subtle princess of the blue,
Dressed in blackest hues.

You instigate
An explosion of words.
The prettiest rhyme
Rewound
And rebound
To form the prettiest song.

You are everything thatís bad for me.
As hollow as an empty shell,
The shadow of a house,
The echo of a home,
The promise of a dream.

Traps are set for the short-sighted,
Your pits and ropes donít fool me.
Letís not play games,
And admit our fear.
Iím afraid of losing
What I was never meant to have.
What about you?

Can you take
The thump of disappointment,
Or would you rather turn away?
Weíll settle things the hard way.
Weíll put you to the test.



Yup, I'm back and raring to post some more poetry. We'll have this for starters. It's been quite an emotional time for me, so keep a lookout for some more. xD
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Talk About A Whimsical Mind
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Watch the city light up,
As the flames bring
The burning buildings down.
It's a play of sorts,
With actors and propsĖ
Too real to be forgiven.
Too good to be forsaken.
But we have all forgotten.

Jump.
Dance.
Sing.

They found themselves,
Best of friends
And so much more,
Alone in the dark.

And, well, "making love" is not exactly what I'm looking for,

But
I
Think
You
Get
The
Picture.

My maddening idiosyncrasies
Are here to stay,
For I have found
A place to lay
Without the fear
Of waking up,
Alone and lacking limbs.

Love conversation;
A celebration of sorts
Where wit is displayed
In its truest form:
Reality
With a dash of flare.

A poet knows no better,
But then again,
Do you?
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