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DistortedEyes
hello
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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) |
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depressing type shit.
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Spooge
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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) |
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read my poems
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nicechrisman
Interdimensional space wizard
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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) |
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Edgar Allen Poe. H.P. Lovecraft.
-------------------- "Cosmic Love is absolutelely ruthless and highly indifferent: it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not." John C. Lily
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AlCapwn
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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) |
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-------------------- Huuuuurrrrrr!
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Spooge
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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) |
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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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AlCapwn
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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) |
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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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Edited by AlCapwn (06/25/07 05:11 PM)
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MiddleFinger
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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) |
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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.
-------------------- 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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AlCapwn
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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) |
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Also, it wasn't meant to be a "fuck you" insult. It's more of a "Haha, just kidding" insult.
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Spooge
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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) |
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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
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
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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AlCapwn
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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) |
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True dat.
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midgard
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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) |
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check out some Opeth lyrics (swedish prog. metal) very dark, artistic; very thoughtful and well written.
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sirbojangles
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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) |
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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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EllisDSox
King Hella!
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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) |
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Read Revelations. Apocalyptic visions are always fantastic.
-------------------- Disclaimer: If you have any kind of heart condition, my posts are not for you. You could literally die from reading the first couple of words in any one of them. Scroll down the page, live your life and prosper, but don't read my posts because your heart will probably explode. I am not joking.
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Mr.Knowitall
hip priest
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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) |
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"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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BurstingBeing
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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) |
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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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