Post by TheAberrantOne on Sept 5, 2007 0:15:32 GMT -5
WARNING-MY POETRY/MONOLOGUES CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND MINOUR TO LIBERAL SWEARING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
I suppose the real point of this is to show people creations I make that I am actually proud of, with everything aside. It might just be the lack of sleep talking, but, I do believe that I will attempt to keep the poetry coming, if people care to read it. And, not to be rude or anything, because I certainly do not want to be that narrow-minded artist who claims to be accepting, or just the disagreeable, oversensitive person in general. I also am aware that all of the people I have met thus far are intelligent, open-minded people as well, and have a good amount of common sense, and it may very well apply to the greater population, and as pompous and outright foolish it may seem, I feel that the following is necessary. Keep this in mind while you read the following statement.
Some key statements that will likely send my otherwise mild mannerisms into acts of rage or malignance include "Your poem is so emo", "You are so emo", or "/wrist wrist /cry cry" (an actual quote, that last one, I might add) Just because it is dark, and the character(s)/speaker(s) in the poem may be experiencing negative emotions, I find the word to be vastly overused as a way of categorizing anything that is not bursting with sunshine, flowers, and gummy drops, and to be quite honest, I find it to be quite offensive. Teasing and jeering obviously depressed people certainly will not make them feel any better about themselves, and though I know it can certainly be annoying that no amount of kindness or friendship cheer a person up, I kindly ask that you do not use such a derrogetory term (at least, in my opinion) when commenting on my poetry. I know the rules cover this, in a sense, but, I felt, to avoid any unnecessary conflict or hostility, this, in turn, was necessary.
And now, if you managed to bother reading through that, let us raise the curtains, and view upon the uncensored creations wrought from the iron of the artist's mind.
Poem Title-Silence
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Darkness settles once again,
A new sensation,
Silence favours tragedy,
Where I walk begins,
Their true trepidation,
Silence savours all of me,
Why must I remain?
As I dragged you down to the ocean's depths,
I begged you to flood your lungs with my mournful wails,
Crushing the crushed depths,
that my sorrow blankets,
Wait for a single pulse to beat,
The stars fall once again,
Thus ends creation,
Silence favours tragedy,
Will you follow me,
into impalation?
Silence savours all of me,
You should not have stayed...
"Since when did you gave a damn?!" I roared,
As I clutched your life in my twisted, aberrant hands,
Death had died once again,
in those cold, dark waters,
Did you feel something yet?
It is far too late to pretend,
Sweet blind sedation,
Silence favours tragedy,
You now know the truth,
to your false revelations,
Silence forever echoing,
For your sins you shall pay,
My cries echoed for aeons when I felt you break,
I promise, I promise you I tried to fix you,
from the wrath of my own mistakes,
You knew the truth of my sorrow, dear,
I never had anything to feel...
I'll watch the skies...
For your dying eyes...
Silence...
favours...
All of me...
...Silence...
I suppose the real point of this is to show people creations I make that I am actually proud of, with everything aside. It might just be the lack of sleep talking, but, I do believe that I will attempt to keep the poetry coming, if people care to read it. And, not to be rude or anything, because I certainly do not want to be that narrow-minded artist who claims to be accepting, or just the disagreeable, oversensitive person in general. I also am aware that all of the people I have met thus far are intelligent, open-minded people as well, and have a good amount of common sense, and it may very well apply to the greater population, and as pompous and outright foolish it may seem, I feel that the following is necessary. Keep this in mind while you read the following statement.
Some key statements that will likely send my otherwise mild mannerisms into acts of rage or malignance include "Your poem is so emo", "You are so emo", or "/wrist wrist /cry cry" (an actual quote, that last one, I might add) Just because it is dark, and the character(s)/speaker(s) in the poem may be experiencing negative emotions, I find the word to be vastly overused as a way of categorizing anything that is not bursting with sunshine, flowers, and gummy drops, and to be quite honest, I find it to be quite offensive. Teasing and jeering obviously depressed people certainly will not make them feel any better about themselves, and though I know it can certainly be annoying that no amount of kindness or friendship cheer a person up, I kindly ask that you do not use such a derrogetory term (at least, in my opinion) when commenting on my poetry. I know the rules cover this, in a sense, but, I felt, to avoid any unnecessary conflict or hostility, this, in turn, was necessary.
And now, if you managed to bother reading through that, let us raise the curtains, and view upon the uncensored creations wrought from the iron of the artist's mind.
Poem Title-Silence
---------
Darkness settles once again,
A new sensation,
Silence favours tragedy,
Where I walk begins,
Their true trepidation,
Silence savours all of me,
Why must I remain?
As I dragged you down to the ocean's depths,
I begged you to flood your lungs with my mournful wails,
Crushing the crushed depths,
that my sorrow blankets,
Wait for a single pulse to beat,
The stars fall once again,
Thus ends creation,
Silence favours tragedy,
Will you follow me,
into impalation?
Silence savours all of me,
You should not have stayed...
"Since when did you gave a damn?!" I roared,
As I clutched your life in my twisted, aberrant hands,
Death had died once again,
in those cold, dark waters,
Did you feel something yet?
It is far too late to pretend,
Sweet blind sedation,
Silence favours tragedy,
You now know the truth,
to your false revelations,
Silence forever echoing,
For your sins you shall pay,
My cries echoed for aeons when I felt you break,
I promise, I promise you I tried to fix you,
from the wrath of my own mistakes,
You knew the truth of my sorrow, dear,
I never had anything to feel...
I'll watch the skies...
For your dying eyes...
Silence...
favours...
All of me...
...Silence...