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RE: Poetry Discussion - xPICKLEMONSTER - 03-22-2013
(03-22-2013, 04:00 PM)Sarcophagus Wrote: Somnus :
As It sinks into the Night,
It will catch your Dreams,
Infecting them with the eternal Darkness,
Throwing them into the pit of Nothing,
They shall transform into Nightmares already.
The Black Flame guards the gate of Freedom,
Keeping your soul Trapped,
Preparing you for the next useless Scream,
Knowing your next Thought,
Your last Breath.
It rises,you Fall,
Your Weakness is It's Strenght,
Your mind starts outshining the Impossible,
Blackening the Goddess,
Finally encountering your Paranoia.
Hypnos steals your Reality,
Feeds on your lightless Soul,
Staring into your past Life,
Asking you to Wake Up,
Laughing after.
Jesus Christ, stuff of nightmares.
I guess I should of expected something like this on the amnesia forums!
RE: Poetry Discussion - Sarcophagus - 03-22-2013
(03-22-2013, 06:58 PM)xPICKLEMONSTER Wrote:(03-22-2013, 04:00 PM)Sarcophagus Wrote: Somnus :
As It sinks into the Night,
It will catch your Dreams,
Infecting them with the eternal Darkness,
Throwing them into the pit of Nothing,
They shall transform into Nightmares already.
The Black Flame guards the gate of Freedom,
Keeping your soul Trapped,
Preparing you for the next useless Scream,
Knowing your next Thought,
Your last Breath.
It rises,you Fall,
Your Weakness is It's Strenght,
Your mind starts outshining the Impossible,
Blackening the Goddess,
Finally encountering your Paranoia.
Hypnos steals your Reality,
Feeds on your lightless Soul,
Staring into your past Life,
Asking you to Wake Up,
Laughing after.
Jesus Christ, stuff of nightmares.
I guess I should of expected something like this on the amnesia forums!
Of course haha
RE: Poetry Discussion - Froge - 03-22-2013
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without minds.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
Into which broad toes will go tomorrow.
O the domesticity of these windows,
The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice
RE: Poetry Discussion - Danny Boy - 03-23-2013
I've gone to bed with every feeling,
I've been the pimp of every emotion,
All felt sensations have bought me drinks,
I've traded glances with every motive for every act,
I've held hands with every urge to depart,
Tremendous fever of time!
Anguished furnace of emotions!
Rage, foam, the vastness that doesn't fit in my handkerchief,
The dog in heat howling in the night,
The pond from the farm going in circles around my insomnia,
The woods as they were, on our late-afternoon walks, the rose,
The indifferent tuft of hair, the moss, the pines,
The rage of not containing all this, not retaining all this,
O abstract hunger for things, impotent libido for moments,
Intellectual orgy of feeling life!
RE: Poetry Discussion - palistov - 03-23-2013
And here I'm sitting, so broken-hearted...
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I came to poop, but I only farted.
RE: Poetry Discussion - xPICKLEMONSTER - 03-24-2013
(03-23-2013, 01:40 AM)palistov Wrote: And here I'm sitting, so broken-hearted...
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..
...
I came to poop, but I only farted.
This spoke to my soul.
Here is a classic. No idea who wrote it though.
One day, in the middle of the night
Two dead men, got up to fight
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
RE: Poetry Discussion - failedALIAS - 03-24-2013
(03-24-2013, 09:58 PM)xPICKLEMONSTER Wrote: One day, in the middle of the night
Two dead men, got up to fight
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
I hold contempt for any who commit the crime of rhyming other with other.
RE: Poetry Discussion - Kman - 03-24-2013
There once was a man from Peru,
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke up with a fright,
In the middle of the night,
To find that his dream had come true!
RE: Poetry Discussion - Ghieri - 03-25-2013
Woe is me,
I suck at poetry.
RE: Poetry Discussion - failedALIAS - 03-25-2013
Roses are Red
Violets are orange
I suck at poems
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