poetry

[SelkeySporadic]

Even snow
Sullies the pure, white sky
As flakes,
Like ashes, downward fly.



Short and sweet- came precomposed to my head.  

[Black_Demon_Nymph16]

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.  

[chibi_kasumi_108]

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  

[Angel all Fire]

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.
 

[Black Carpathia]

This is an untitled piece that I feel is one of my best.
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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.  

[Black Carpathia]

One I wrote about my closest friend.
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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  

[Black Carpathia]

These are some amusing ones that I've wrote:

This is one I wrote about an imaginary character with a lardge purple hat.
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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.
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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?  

[justamat]

Your rhyme scheme is very solid. Your writing is very potent. Simply put: I like it.  

[NOCTVRNVS]

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  

[jannyanny]

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