Fenghuang Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 The End Despair Loneliness Futility My life in an instant is summarized By the light on the edge of the blade As I plunge it into my flesh Crystallized beauty in an act of violence Wrought of hopelessness and frustration Blood Gushing My life escapes me before my eyes I shudder in ecstasy as I realize that Soon it shall all be over I smile a twisted grin as I fade Into the blackness This is the end RIP
Cantousent Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 It's a strange poem, Child. This doesn't reflect your current state of mind, I hope. Poetry can be a great way to release inner turmoil. It's like what they say about the Blues... a good man feelin' bad. The first half is the suicide. The first three lines identify feelings. The next two provide an image. The next line describes an action. The next two lines contextualize the act. It's a disturbing poem, to be sure. First of all, I'd hope that this poem does not give an insight into your actual state of mind. I'm going to end up turning all emo uncle. Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
Fenghuang Posted July 6, 2006 Author Posted July 6, 2006 If I was gonna kill myself I'd use barbituates. Take a few pills, then just fall asleep. A knife or gun is messy, they're used out of convenience or because the reasons for the suicide are personal and intertwined with ill feelings towards a survivor. Like a note, only more gruesome. RIP
Cantousent Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Okay, establishing you're not going to off yourself and leave a messy corpse, I wonder about the whole "life summarized" and "life escapes" thing. Is this for a class or just poetry for its own sake? You really need Baley for this one. He's the resident poet around here. Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
Fenghuang Posted July 6, 2006 Author Posted July 6, 2006 I'm expressing the deepest darkest corners of my soul here and all you can ask is if it's for a class or if it's just poetry for it's own sake. Phillistine! Yeah, it's for it's own sake, we have poetry thread going on at TADS and I thought I'd crosspost this bit. You'd know what was up if you ever went there anymore 'Eldar.' RIP
mkreku Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 More poems, less chatter! Ahem! Workday The whirr of the fan torments my ear The heat in the office leaves me in fear I open the window and gaze at the sky Two stories down, should I jump from this sty? A sigh of defeat, the window is closed The warm summer air, will I miss the most I look at the watch; six hours left Bikini clad girls are from me bereft But.. At the end of the month, when I walk to the bank I'll spend all my money and my lucky star thank I need a vacation. I need a vacation. Swedes, go to: Spel2, for the latest game reviews in swedish!
kirottu Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Fenghuang, it was so beautiful that my soul cries tears of blood, because of the lack of understanding shown in this thread. These people act just like my parents in their lack of understanding. I feel for you Feng. I really do. Let This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time.
Cantousent Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Phillistine! feh! Okay, I'll post a poem tomorrow, just to show you guys! By the way, "Bikini clad girls are from me bereft" heh heh. I love it. Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends!
Archmonarch Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 I wrote a poem... ...but now I cant find it. I'll look later. And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had
Fenghuang Posted July 6, 2006 Author Posted July 6, 2006 Fenghuang, it was so beautiful that my soul cries tears of blood, because of the lack of understanding shown in this thread. These people act just like my parents in their lack of understanding. I feel for you Feng. I really do. Let RIP
Moose Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Your poem sucked There are none that are right, only strong of opinion. There are none that are wrong, only ignorant of facts
Kaftan Barlast Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 *coughs* Id like to read my latest piece: I HAVE A JEWISH GIRLFRIEND JUST SO I CAN TELL RACIST JOKES You never know where the politicly correct might lurk they leap from the shadows 'Hey, you racist jerk!" But thats when I lay down my hidden ace and leave them shamed in disgrace Could this guy be a racist, when his girlfriend is a jew? no this isnt right... 'Sir, I appologize to you' Thankyou, more to come later. DISCLAIMER: Do not take what I write seriously unless it is clearly and in no uncertain terms, declared by me to be meant in a serious and non-humoristic manner. If there is no clear indication, asume the post is written in jest. This notification is meant very seriously and its purpouse is to avoid misunderstandings and the consequences thereof. Furthermore; I can not be held accountable for anything I write on these forums since the idea of taking serious responsability for my unserious actions, is an oxymoron in itself. Important: as the following sentence contains many naughty words I warn you not to read it under any circumstances; botty, knickers, wee, erogenous zone, psychiatrist, clitoris, stockings, bosom, poetry reading, dentist, fellatio and the department of agriculture. "I suppose outright stupidity and complete lack of taste could also be considered points of view. "
Fenghuang Posted July 6, 2006 Author Posted July 6, 2006 Your poem sucked <{POST_SNAPBACK}> You just don't understand it's deeper meaning. It's not about the words, it's about the emotional intensity they convey. RIP
kirottu Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Fenghuang, it was so beautiful that my soul cries tears of blood, because of the lack of understanding shown in this thread. These people act just like my parents in their lack of understanding. I feel for you Feng. I really do. Let This post is not to be enjoyed, discussed, or referenced on company time.
Moose Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Your poem sucked <{POST_SNAPBACK}> You just don't understand it's deeper meaning. It's not about the words, it's about the emotional intensity they convey. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Oh now I get it. It still sucks. There are none that are right, only strong of opinion. There are none that are wrong, only ignorant of facts
Nartwak Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 i am a spambot and poems are for people so I will abstain
Musopticon? Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 This joke is not fun And Eru fails on humour He must be emo kirottu said: I was raised by polar bears. I had to fight against blood thirsty wolves and rabid penguins to get my food. Those who were too weak to survive were sent to Sweden. It has made me the man I am today. A man who craves furry hentai. So let us go and embrace the rustling smells of unseen worlds
thepixiesrock Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Kaftan's made me laugh. Jim's made me weep. Lou Gutman, P.I.- It's like I'm not even trying anymore!http://theatomicdanger.iforumer.com/index....theatomicdangerOne billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the galaxy. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips. I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my viens. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk, and free throw. I am there.
Baley Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 (edited) Spider Man was a pretty good chap Spinning webs and saving old bitches Named Anna Jane Mae. Peter Parker had been dead for ages Some street Punk named Al finally whacked him No funeral. Spider Man was a diseased bastard Something in the head Couldn't breath. Peter Parker Dead Decomposing. Spider Man needed some Java Had a neck the size of Manhattan Swollen and Proud. Peter Parker Still dead Tragedy. Spider Man looking down at some Grave No Headstone Drank his Java. Peter Parker Dead. Coffee Kills. Edited July 6, 2006 by Baley
Moose Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Spider man, Spider man! Does whatever a Spider can. Spins a web, Any size, Gets trodden on, and then dies! There are none that are right, only strong of opinion. There are none that are wrong, only ignorant of facts
Baley Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 I met a man named Anderson Who talks on street corners bout God and Salvation With such honesty you're forced to believe Just for a second.
Rosbjerg Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 insanity itself causes no discomfort neither does death... but wollen underwear, hurts like a swollen testicle in sweaty pants! Fortune favors the bald.
Dragon Lord Jones Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Vegas Trip Bright Lights, warm nights ... I'm not getting any sleep at all 4 days, in a haze .... I'm having myself a ball Rolling the dice, drinks on ice ... Watching a fortune just slip away Deal the cards, playing hard ... I don't care how much I have to pay Show girls, my head twirls ... Just to look her straight in the eyes Strip tease, eager to please ... live through the lows as you top the highs Let it ride, time on my side ... Lightning strikes deep into my mind What a trip, down the Vegas strip .... I was taking in all that I could find Out of cash, I got so trashed ... I can't wait until I can do it again A lucky streak, she was complete ... a memory of all that has been It went so fast, I had to laugh ... back home safe in bed Now that it's through, I knew ... I won't ever get the images out of my head inspired by my visit there a couple years ago ... go figure just thought I'd add a little to the thread
mkreku Posted July 6, 2006 Posted July 6, 2006 Damn, you guys are writing serious poems! I wrote mine in a five minute break at work.. Swedes, go to: Spel2, for the latest game reviews in swedish!
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