Just some simple poetry as the title says that i've written recently while i was bored. Feel free to read, hate, love, rant, troll, flame, spam, whatever. On this i enjoy any kind of criticism as it all contributes to the final product. Or you could just ignore it.
Trapped in the confines of my mind My thoughts run wild, tearing at me But sanity i needn't find For enemies, i will not be so kind
Sanity is overrated Even though i may be hated I find myself oddly pleased As my sanity is seized
I break off from the daily grind Those simple things which bore me The only part left of my mind The bitter hardened rind
I am that which people shun My creation can not be undone I am myself and that alone By ritual i should be stoned
By now i have been left behind Their reason for deserting me It involves not my mind But that their sanity i would bind.
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Deep, dark, black, Black as night, When stars are gone, And no moon bright Demons lurk Beneath the shades. Grasping and grabbing, Pulling us into Sorrow, regret, sadness. These are things we all experience. And once now and then, When things go bad, These demons watch, Then take advantage. Whispering vain and evil words, They seep into your soul. Now looking deep Into the darkness Where evil lurks and pounces. It weaves its lies. It tells its tales. False confidence, joy, pleasure, They determine your demise. You can't break free. They pull you in. Do evil damages not undone. Forgiveness lacks In souls of others. Disgust is painted on their face. Yet, they know They are the same.
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Confusion rules here It traps our minds It takes us for a ride. Now we're lost. We forget the way. We try to go back To a simpler day. Instead we find Another trap or two, And slowly, but surely You lose your mind. You're desperate to escape. You've tried so hard You'll choose anything easy. Slit, hang,choke, drown, Die. Death is the final trap. You can't escape. Crash, burn, scream, It's the last thing you'll hear, The last thing you'll see. When the final trap springs, You're all alone, No one for comfort, You have no one to hold. As death closes in, You hold your breath, Your heart thumps, Slower, sputter, STOP! Tears pour, whispers run, Apologies and thanks For all you've done. Hearing none of it, You're no longer there. Death creped in With its snarling stare. Now people change, To honor you. Only in death they do. Now your pain ends. Is death so bad? Your life was long, But your death was fast. Your heart skipped a beat, or two, or three. Then it's over, Quite simple i believe. But yet, I've never Had this pleasure. So i hope some day, In the near future, That death comes quick, And finds me sooner, That I may die And leave this world Of pain and torture. They will trap me no more.
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fell those masochistic demons down to the depths of hades ripped from heaven and this world to burn at satan's hands
they scream in terror cry for mercy selfish greed mongrels, all they suffer still
these wretched people's pain unending morals ceasing sins surmounting these ugly beasts are you!
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White noise clamors in my head a desolate void of screaming an endless torment ripping at my mind this displeasing pain of solitude.
in this despair i find no rest this torture festers in my flesh my morals melt to molten steel once strong now week and burning
my anger boils in my thoughts my pain is unrelenting and in a fit of blood and horror i snap.
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Well that's all, like, hate, what do you think of it? I've got a few more but seeing as that was back when i was teetering between different religious beliefs, i'm really not in the mood to water the seeds of arrogance already present in several shroomerites who frequent these forums. Don't focus on this statement, just the poetry. Troll the poetry not me, do me a favor like that please?
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