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Comment by Thalia on July 9, 2009 at 10:36pm

This is my first poem in many years, so hope you guys like it. A little side note: this poem in its entirety is not my voice personally - but I hope someone can figure out who's voice (or voices) it might be...

The composers of globalization,
Attract the hate of seven nations.
In our darkest day we're wished to die,
Stars by the thousands fall from the sky...

The perspective of an outsider looking in
Exposed out great numbers of sin,
Death is once again - craved..
..and this time, the Noahs won't be saved.

Inconcievable, misconception, lies;
It doesn't matter which one of them dies.
So long it is them and not us,
Mother Earth's broken trust....

Comment by KarmaKilledDogma on July 9, 2009 at 5:54pm

Decadent Decay
You preach your words and walk away
You don't have the strength to see;
that person you wanted to be

The toxic shit you speak
endless list of people you cheat
You march your hate parade
over every attempt to unfray

You optimize, fantasize of
this sick world you Idolize
Leaves me beaten, breathless
Simplied to careless

So,shove it in your twisted sin
and hope that no one sees
the person you wanted to be

Comment by KarmaKilledDogma on June 27, 2009 at 6:15am

CODED NOTES,THE THINGS WE DARE NOT SAY
THE THOUGHTS THAT LEAD US ASTRAY
SENTENCES UNCOMPLETED, DELETED
NOTHING REALLY THERE BUT DECAY
THE THINGS WE HIDE DEEP INSIDE
THE WORDS THAT TUG AT MY MIND
NOT GIVING IN TO SIN
THOSE WORDS ARE KEPT WITHIN
ALL WE HAVE IS TIME TO SHARE,
THE CODED NOTES OF DEVIOUS DESPAIR

Comment by chris h on June 26, 2009 at 8:21am

all of my pics are in my profile

Comment by OT3RA on June 23, 2009 at 12:07pm

this is my ordeal.
with these thoughts.
my love for you.
my feelings are there.
my voice is drowning.
do you still see me in your dreams?

this is my ordeal.
i crashed with you.
falling and throwin around.
were are you now?
i wake to find you in a different state.
when you wake will it still be you?

this is my ordeal.
what will come of us.
will i always be lost.
will my heart beat when im with you?
will you remember me?

this is my ordeal.
idk what will happen....
but this im sure.
i am here...
i am awaiting your wake.
i am 4ever & always in love with you.

dedicated to my love...K. Tahn. muah \m/

Comment by David Fall A.K.A. Hat on June 23, 2009 at 6:46am

I believe that poetry is a gift that we are all born with....it is up to us to decide if we want to open our minds and express it....that being said....
A Story Of No One Who Cares
did you really love me
or did you simply want my share?
uncertainty is condemning;
who said life was fair?

a petrified soul in the swamp of life
a heart full of love with a mind that hates!
pick me up and put me in your pocket or,
string me up and wear me for a locket

give to me what you need and,
take away my fashioned dreams
just understand this one thing...
it's just a story of no one who cares!!

Comment by dethvault99 on May 9, 2009 at 10:06pm

I love to write music! but i need to hook up with a band!

Comment by loverwolf on May 2, 2009 at 5:55am

Les fleurs (one example)

Des avalanches d'or du vieil azur, au jour
Premier et de la neige éternelle des astres
Jadis tu détachas les grands calices pour
La terre jeune encore et vierge de désastres,

Le glaïeul fauve, avec les cygnes au col fin,
Et ce divin laurier des âmes exilées
Vermeil comme le pur orteil du séraphin
Que rougit la pudeur des aurores foulées,

L'hyacinthe, le myrte à l'adorable éclair
Et, pareille à la chair de la femme, la rose
Cruelle, Hérodiade en fleur du jardin clair,
Celle qu'un sang farouche et radieux arrose !

Et tu fis la blancheur sanglotante des lys
Qui roulant sur des mers de soupirs qu'elle effleure
A travers l'encens bleu des horizons pâlis
Monte rêveusement vers la lune qui pleure !

Hosannah sur le cistre et dans les encensoirs,
Notre Dame, hosannah du jardin de nos limbes !
Et finisse l'écho par les célestes soirs,
Extase des regards, scintillement des nimbes !

Ô Mère qui créas en ton sein juste et fort,
Calices balançant la future fiole,
De grandes fleurs avec la balsamique Mort
Pour le poète las que la vie étiole.

Comment by loverwolf on May 2, 2009 at 5:52am

example ( a little): je suis un "musicien du silence"...

Comment by loverwolf on May 2, 2009 at 5:51am

you must read poetry, personnally, i read &, compose, poetry, en Français, since i was a kid, one of my fav is: Stéphane Mallarmé!

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