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OfflineDistortedEyes
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i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings...
    #7091475 - 06/25/07 04:32 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

depressing type shit.


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OfflineSpooge
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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: DistortedEyes]
    #7091483 - 06/25/07 04:35 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

read my poems :tongue:

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: DistortedEyes]
    #7091509 - 06/25/07 04:44 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Edgar Allen Poe.
H.P. Lovecraft.


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it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not."

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Spooge]
    #7091511 - 06/25/07 04:45 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

:emo:


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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: AlCapwn]
    #7091522 - 06/25/07 04:48 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

seriously, i see this gremlin all the time...

wtf is an emo?

is it have to do with a "style" of life or something?

because if that was meant to be an insult...weak.

Where I'm from, your either a redneck your not. I'm not down with all these new terms nowadays

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Spooge]
    #7091573 - 06/25/07 05:07 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Wikipedia motherfucker, do you use it? :P

In the years since emo music's rise in popularity, it has attracted criticism, often severe.[11] The term emo itself is sometimes used pejoratively, to suggest that the target is overly emotional.[7] Emo has been characterized as a fad that will be discarded and forgotten in the near future.[12] Recent trends in music has also been compared to the teen pop of 1990s boy bands.[12][13] Critics cast the music as lacking any artistic merit, the fashion as "embarrassing," and the people as imagining or pretending that they lead harsh, painful lives when they actually live in comfortable, middle- to upper-class homes.[12] Members of the emo subculture are portrayed by critics as melodramatic, self-pitying teenagers who pour their efforts into writing bad poetry and spending a great amount of time on MySpace.[11][12][14] The current emo subculture has been called a "sad caricature" of what it once was.[11] Some have accused emo of celebrating self-harm.[15] Some assert that within some emo circles it is cool to pretend to be suicidal and self-harming.[12] Critics have gone so far as to contend that the emo's influence is likely to cause youth to commit suicide.[15][12]

The backlash against emo has become so prevalent that it may itself have become a cliché: one commentator notes that "hating emo kids these days is as hackneyed as emo itself."[11]

EDIT: Maybe I shouldn't have skipped through so fast, there's a pretty big part about emo poetry.

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Emo personality is also often connected with writing poetry that addresses confusion, depression, loneliness, the futility of life, and anger, all resulting from the world's inability to understand the author. Emo poetry uses a combination of any of: a highly emotional tone; stream of consciousness writing; a simple (ABAB) or nonexistent rhyme scheme; references to the flesh, especially the heart; heavy use of dark or depressing adjectives; and concern over the mutability of time, love, or both. Themes such as life is pain are common.




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OfflineMiddleFinger
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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Spooge]
    #7091576 - 06/25/07 05:08 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

The Hollow Men

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

-T.S. Eliot, 1925.


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History says, Don't hope

On this side of the grave.

But then, once in a lifetime

The longed-for tidal wave

Of justice can rise up

And hope and history rhyme.

Edited by MiddleFinger (06/25/07 05:10 PM)

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OfflineAlCapwn
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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Spooge]
    #7091579 - 06/25/07 05:09 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Also, it wasn't meant to be a "fuck you" insult. It's more of a "Haha, just kidding" insult.


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OfflineSpooge
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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: AlCapwn]
    #7091601 - 06/25/07 05:14 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

well now I have an official meaning to "emo" .  I guess I get it now.

Learn something new everyday

Good thing I haven't been a teenager for a long time :tongue:

And good thing most of my poetry are actually lyrics to rock"ish" songs I write myself.

Nothing melodramatic and self-pitying about ripping the guitar out around a bunch chicks and making them cum with my sound waves :tongue:

I never contended to be some great poet anyway.  I just write what I feel while trying to make it rhyme to a riff I make on the guitar

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Spooge]
    #7091636 - 06/25/07 05:25 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

True dat.


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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: AlCapwn]
    #7096430 - 06/26/07 07:45 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

check out some Opeth lyrics (swedish prog. metal)
very dark, artistic; very thoughtful and well written.


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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: DistortedEyes]
    #7096677 - 06/26/07 08:54 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

look on, you sorry spectacle
upon the silent slopes of sand
cold and shivering wretch inside
a monster mother's hand

hows that?

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: DistortedEyes]
    #7096776 - 06/26/07 09:27 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Read Revelations. Apocalyptic visions are always fantastic.


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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: EllisDSox]
    #9361343 - 12/03/08 08:10 PM (15 years, 3 months ago)

"Dinosauria, We" - by Charles Bukowski

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

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Re: i'm looking for some dark poetry or writings... [Re: Mr.Knowitall]
    #9362916 - 12/03/08 11:53 PM (15 years, 3 months ago)

I usually like uplifting poetry but this on is one of my faves.
    Masterful use of rime and line.






    Death's Echo



    "O who can ever gaze his fill,"
    Farmer and fisherman say,
    "On native shore and local hill,
    Grudge aching limb or callus on the hand?
    Father, grandfather stood upon this land,
    And here the pilgrims from our loins will stand."
    So farmer and fisherman say
    In their fortunate hey-day:
    But Death's low answer drifts across
    Empty catch or harvest loss
    Or an unlucky May.
    The earth is an oyster with nothing inside it,
    Not to be born is the best for man;
    The end of toil is a bailiff's order,
    Throw down the mattock and dance while you can.

    "O life's too short for friends who share,"
    Travellers think in their hearts,
    "The city's common bed, the air,
    The mountain bivouac and the bathing beach,
    Where incidents draw every day from each
    Memorable gesture and witty speech."
    So travellers think in their hearts,
    Till malice or circumstance parts
    Them from their constant humour:
    And slyly Death's coercive rumour
    In that moment starts.
    A friend is the old old tale of Narcissus,
    Not to be born is the best for man;
    An active partner in something disgraceful,
    Change your partner, dance while you can.

    "O stretch your hands across the sea,"
    The impassioned lover cries,
    "Stretch them towards your harm and me.
    Our grass is green, and sensual our brief bed,
    The stream sings at its foot, and at its head
    The mild and vegetarian beasts are fed."
    So the impassioned lover cries
    Till the storm of pleasure dies:
    From the bedpost and the rocks
    Death's enticing echo mocks,
    And his voice replies.
    The greater the love, the more false to its object,
    Not to be born is the best for man;
    After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle,
    Break the embraces, dance while you can.

    "I see the guilty world forgiven,"
    Dreamer and drunkard sing,
    "The ladders let down out of heaven,
    The laurel springing from the martyr's blood,
    The children skipping where the weeper stood,
    The lovers natural and the beasts all good."
    So dreamer and drunkard sing
    Till day their sobriety bring:
    Parrotwise with Death's reply
    From whelping fear and nesting lie,
    Woods and their echoes ring.
    The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews,
    Not to be born is the best for man;
    The second-best is a formal order,
    The dance's pattern; dance while you can.


    Dance, dance for the figure is easy,
    The tune is catching and will not stop;
    Dance till the stars come down from the rafters;
    Dance, dance, dance till you drop.


            1936  W. H. Auden


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A sudden shower falls -
and naked I am riding
on a naked horse!

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