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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:48 pm
Even snow Sullies the pure, white sky As flakes, Like ashes, downward fly.
Short and sweet- came precomposed to my head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:43 pm
Fairytale Endings dedicated to CLW By Dawnelle Elizabeth Veltman
Once upon a time, You fell in love. Trust existed but, did you trust it? In the end, All you have is pain. He wants to hurt you, He tries to hurt you. Says he doesn't, Want you to cry. The beginning is, Just the end. Happily Ever After, Is Just another fairytal.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:52 am
This is about a year and a half old. I've moved beyond this emotionally but it's still decent in my opinion.
I eyes to the sky she doesn't see the ground It shakes and breaks she must remake her false reality but this time different dissilusionment negativism, nihilishim still a dream but this time a nightmare beligerent madmen laugh from the trees as i smile into the guillotine wind
II Is life really so dreadful says the leper to the poet God, I love to hate it. I covet my misery I know not what to do with happiness good fortune would make me miserable I am miserly with my madness though perhaps I could share it with thee oh God of my idolitry
III To Find a beauty of misery To love sickness and insanity this makes an artist as well as a fool I am both and I am nothing and the most beautiful thing of all is how this is and isn't true simple and senseless as everything in my life
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:13 pm
Ok here's one of my attempts, tell me what you think...
What Really Happens to Angels When They Die
Night lets down her narcotic hair, Laced with absinthe dreams, Her crown is made from the light of an opium moon.
Drink of the stars and dream, Smoke the moonbeams and attempt escape, Maybe then you’ll open your eyes, To this warped world you created
My beautiful angel sits on her bed, Talking to the walls, While she waits for her high to melt and bubble over.
Hungry needles lace her bed, Baby what did you destroy your soul for? That damned powder leaves black and blue footprints, Marring my angel’s arms milk white arms, And never looking back.
I pulled my dearest closer, While she slowly wasted away, Condemning herself to reside forever, On her bed of thorns and past regrets.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:26 pm
This is an untitled piece that I feel is one of my best. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Locked up, alone in my room A cliché beginning to a timeless tune A pen vice-gripped in my hand, ready to burst As I continuously write to feed my thirst A thirst for what? For greater fulfillment The void that I count as a blessing, most take as an ailment I weep for those who early on find what makes them complete I hope that is a fate I am not soon to meet From when I am complete is when I cease to dream The void that preoccupies me internally, is one no God nor act of flesh can appease Your Gods and truths offer nothing to me that I can’t achieve through my own persevering You may think it’s hopeless, I think it’s a great thing Because now I have no restrictions on what I’m left imagining I can now embark on a trek that I feel is never ending With the destination and mode of travel constantly varying Weather it was back when I would lie back in my room and inhale the dank Having my mind ripped open by a quantum mechanical, ethereal shank Or jittering from the steady diet of caffeine I’d intake To distract myself from the ache of not having slept for days Or now when I lie down at midnight on the trampoline Discussing with myself a myriad of philosophical things Over sharpening a mental blade that I may have left dull Pondering and answering just to squelch the subjective existentials Cultivating imaginative ambiguity Just to determine if it has some ephemeral beauty Projecting my energy into an unforeseen astral being that speaks to me Helping me to advance my inter-conscious activity All to promote my mental longevity And now I sit pondering interminably Waiting for the final fission of my mind from body When the fabric of my universe will corrupt My tongue will twist and my body will erupt When all established syntax will fail And the brilliance of the undeniable truth will permanently be unveiled.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:29 pm
One I wrote about my closest friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not Today Don’t stop now You’re in to deep to get out When that void opens up In your ceiling, in your head Feed it what it needs But don’t give it to much Don’t let it devour your soul Ground you body in the light Down here with us Where the colors are still bright Don’t let the grey fool you It may seem soothing at first But the calm will betray you Don’t let it take you Stay down hear with all your friends Just the lot of us Locked in the bedroom again Take off your iron boots Don’t stab your inner child Stay here where can laugh with us And still get high The aggravation you feel Scares you I know It even scares me I’d leave and not be frightened But your one of my best friends Just carry on Don’t cop out One day we’ll fly so high We’ll never touch ground in this town again This all won’t matter one day Eventually, it will all be obscured By that last shovel full of dirt
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 5:34 pm
These are some amusing ones that I've wrote:
This is one I wrote about an imaginary character with a lardge purple hat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~` LP Hat Whoa, that’s amazing, But what the hell is it? The violet is dazing, Where did he get it? The brim is so wide, His eyes can’t be seen. The fabric looks soft, Is it velvet, or just velveteen? I want one like it, No, it’s a need, not a want I need one like it, To shamelessly flaunt. It’s size still astounds me, I didn’t know they came big as that. But all in all it’s a wonderful size, Fitting, for such a wonderful hat.
This is one I wrote about a kid who always sits with us at lunch, and is obsessed with pugs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Ode to Graham What the hell is with the Pugs? Every day it’s the Pugs. Are you the salesman of Pugs? Do you have a basement full of Pugs that you have to get rid of before the authorities find you? Or are you the Pug Ambassador, who comes barring the gift of Pug From the far away land of Pugstania In the province of Pugekstan Home to the capital city of Pugsburg In it’s east burrow of Pugslyn Where you can take the Pugway Out to the suburbs or Puggington Where all the business live, because they don’t want to live in the city by the Pugjects? Or where you can drive down the Interpug to the far away village of Pugville Residing beside the Pugazon River Out to the At-Pug-tic Ocean? Is that why you are so obsessed with Pugs? Why you must constantly speak of the greatness of Pugs? Is it? Just tell me. What the hell is with the Pugs?
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 9:03 am
Your rhyme scheme is very solid. Your writing is very potent. Simply put: I like it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:43 pm
O magnificent queen of aeons erstwhile; 'Mid a nature for'ne and unheeding As sweet Persephone in her virtue heav'd to Hades, her wicked discourde acceding
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:20 pm
INSOMNIA
tick tock tick tock drip drip drip drip silence breathing darkness daylight
I lay my head down at night hoping for a restfull sleep hours pass it soon will be light no sweet dreams for me to keep
staring at the clock to see the time no peacefull sleep for me will not count sheep nor recite a rhyme .I guess..what will be will be
tick tock tick tock drip drip drip breathing silence darkness daylight
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