Deep poems

A mystery men since the dawn of time have pondered over when getting up at twelve for a midnight snack

THE FRIDGE

Is the light still on when I close the door?
Or only opened, to waste energy no more?
O LORD my god, why hast thou cursed me,
without X-ray vision I wish my eyes to see?
Thou unjustful, racist bastard,
Yet blessed the Kypronites with it’s glory
So that they may look into the secrets of the artificial food preserver
and girl’s high school locker rooms, of which I wish to be an observer
Why did the man who invention this is
Invent the doors so they be opaque!
Alas, to torment me! For sure!
That is all, nothing more!
Wait! An afflatus! That is, my friend, a rush of divine inspiration!
(Not the horribibble gas passing from my ass, creating awkward situations)
Indeed, I notice, with the eyes of an eagle
That if the door to this contraption is left but slightly ajar
It be true, I kid you not, the light turns off, Hurrah!

^I made most of that up on the spot. Horrible init?

It was beauty
It was all of Nature’s glory in one form
But then, suddenly,
I realized that it was all wrong
This was darkness, not light
And this form murdered innocents
This thing melded with the night.
Towards death this form hints
A vampire.

It was beauty
It was all of Nature’s glory in one form
But then, suddenly,
I realized that it was all wrong
This was darkness, not light
And this form murdered innocents
This thing melded with the night.
Towards death this form hints
A vampire.

I’ve fallen, seem to have lost everything. hopeless withered thought, memories just disbelief. farther back I drift alone. In the rain my path is thrown.

Every shadow a worry, every shadow a fear,
Every fear a shadow come near.
Every sadness a graceless weight
Every move an unknown Fate.

A heart that died so long ago,
Which life and blood once through it flowed,
Now lies emptiness inside this chest,
Long before my soul shall rest.
Wandering through the dark alone,
What lies beyond cannot be known.
The darkness shrouds this tortured mind,
The things once known now undefined.
Shadows of nightfall move about,
All logic and reason go without.
As I stumble toward my certain fate,
The Beasts of Darkness lie in wait.

What is a Man?

I am a monster
That does not belong in this world.
It is not by my hand
That I am once again given flesh.
I was called here by humans
Who wish to pay me tribute!

I steal men’s souls
And make them my slaves!
Perhaps the same could be said
Of all religions...
My words are as empty as my soul!
Mankind ill needs a savior such as I!

What is a man?
A miserable little pile of secrets.
But enough talk...
Have at you!

Some people just don’t understand the Golden Rule.

Inside us all the darkness breeds.
If we wish to release it,
What horrors unfold! Before our eyes,
Whole worlds shall die, their souls torn,
To sate our evil appetite.
We’re calm for now, but know in our hearts,
That soon this appetite shall wake,
All the stronger for ours weakness.
Again, the fires shall illuminate the torn corpses,
As the black stain upon our soul grows.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEENSUUUUUUUU!!!

98supra wrote: I Hate u
I Hate This
Fuck this
Fuck that
*picks up baseball bat*
come here little kitty cat
*WHACK*
look at that kitty cat Fly

Come here little Chinese girl
wats your name
Chines girl - its Chin chang
Well ching chang
Met I my Bat
*BANG*
I creep intoa a dark shadow
like my name is Bruce Wayne

*draops bat ans picks up a Kane*
Im a loonatic Motha Fucka
And Im going insane
I want every one 2 feel my pain
Where u bleed all u want
and u still get no gain

IM a Fucken Beast
IM realy Off the Chain

Wow, I was realy mad and deepressed

Vampire

One thousand years ago
I made a choice.
To become beautiful,
to be eternal,
to fly like I dreamed of flying.
The velvet night would
always be my best friend
my confidante, my solace
my keeper, my protector
my cloak, my haven and
my home.
But soon i won’t be the same,
I will be different,
A disaster. And i will be gone.

As the rain drops, it makes me want to stop
I wish things could be easier, and that life would please me
As I sit, I want to quit
Life isn’t any fun, and my eyes are just burned from the sun ,
I hide my sadness behind laughs and smiles
Just to make people believe.

Cutter

Only Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale smooth skin
The bloody red flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Inside out


inside heart out side less inside soul outside hole inside compassion outside senseless fashion inside thought outside wish to be caught ................the inside lays within my boundary something u cant walk away from ...........something u know is gonna be there ............outside is guessing and assuming and is possible for change nevertheless u stay conceiled you isolate yourself look in the mirror ask why while taking deep breaths closing your eyes and going over your thoughts the sights running through your mind...is a better place no pain no mistakes no headaches then u reopen your eyelids back to reality its not harsh its life put on my chain 6 earrings and diamond out watch as i wait for the large to go over the small with a simple tick or tock

Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires end
In a dust of bones...

Night knive my breath
Swallows whole my tounge
Turned back, reversed, returned
In the night I see the real concealed
In the days bright LIE
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile

Sleep walks
And talks
And feet
Mark time of day
To the drumless beat

bored_and_depressed wrote: Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires end
In a dust of bones...

Night knive my breath
Swallows whole my tounge
Turned back, reversed, returned
In the night I see the real concealed
In the days bright LIE
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile

Sleep walks
And talks
And feet
Mark time of day
To the drumless beat

This is from the invisible

awesome
love it

I’m so happy,
I’m gonna be thankful,
I’m so sad,
I’m gonna pray about it,
I’m so angry,
I’m gonna let it,

- Me, Myself, And I

-Talk is cheap because there is no price tag-

roses are red,
violets are blue,
not all peoms rhym,
and thats a fact,

- Brandon More -

-Talk is cheap because there is no price tag-

As I walk this earth
I finally see
The sight is so drowning and deep
Someday to come
you will too see
The deep hiding forever seeping and coming
One day you too as I
Will see
The death rapidly approaching and grabbing
You into the drowning deep

THE BELLS OF WAR HAVE CEASED
JUST THE RINGING TO SAY THE LEAST,
MOTHER LET GO OF YOUR CHILD
NO MORE SHOTS ARE BEING FIRED

THE WAR TO NEVER END IS AT A FADE
NO MORE BULLETS WILL HIT THE BRAIN
NO MORE BLOOD WILL BE RIPPED IN VAIN
NO MORE FATHERS REMEMBERED IN HIS
CHILDS NAME

PEOPLE ARE AFRAID TO SAY,
ITS NOW THE GOVERMENTS GAME
THEY ARE THE CONTROL
THAT CHARGE WHATS OURS TO HOLD

TO HOLD WHATS FREE
BUT ITS NOW LOST ON ITS OWN SEA
HOW DID THIS COME TO BE
ALL THE REBELS ARE DEAD

SiCK 0F CRYiNG
YET iM SMiLiNG
iNSiDE iM DYiNG

im am not emo