The Lie Of The Mass a sadness lerks in the air as i walk to many, to many people feel it why am i the only on who undearstands what it can do why am i the only one who wants to do anything about it. all of all of you that just sit their why, why can you do that does it scare you to know that not only you have these feelings crying inside with no way out is that what i feel "NO" i feel what i see and that in confusion anger and vagueness all around what i youst to see as my world you call your self human your more of an alien than yoursellf |
| seems like we have the same emotion here as of this moment |
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| hi's agine Yellow Light a light it shines shines on my face warmth, couseness are what i can feel are they reall are they alive like me can i touch can i hold can i love can i even hear them Nowhat do i realy know any ways another one cause thats how much i like you lol the unknown a mysery lerks in me so deep yet i can touch it with my finger tips. it feels cold like the steel from a winter day a movment in every muscle in my body acours unknowing to even myself i did not creat or even think of what i am feeling but is it even their or is it just another unkonw in myself like my self |
| "another one cause thats how much i like you lol" to whom was it addressed? all of ur creation .. it's all of the unknown about urself ... |
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| no the unkown is not about myself srry lol |
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| Ok hey peps I got lucky I'm in a hotel with wifi so here's another poem cause I feel bad for not being able to take care of this club so here you go True Love You I can see you a figure of pure life and existence in what we call the human body. your eyes what are they looking at me howselfish no their looking at a world that you let me exist in but as I look through my own eyes the world I once saw melts away around you and is left a feeling of total radiants around you. I want to feel I want to hold I want you and nothing else like a feather to a bird or a pedeal to a flower I need to be with you in order to feel as I want NO need to feel for that is true love. |
eureka_rentonAug 24, 2009 8:54 PM
| love ... how it makes one feel so alive |
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| I liked it especially this line: eureka_renton said: like a feather to a bird or a petal to a flower Nice imagery and comparison. |
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| the love of unkown people when you see yourself in the mirror do you see the people behind you the people who watch with a thousand eyes day in day out they follow with deathly accoraurcy till you finally tire of the day and lay into a peacefull night and they stop to imagine and realize that you do not love as much as they can see, that you as a entity can't realize the potential that lays beanth thet skin of love and doubt that you as a true human cannot and will not realize the potential of the unkown love that lays beanth you and the people you love. |
| I've been really busy lately so I haven't commented in awhile but I just read all your poems and to me they are probably some of the best poems you've written that I have read. They are really beautiful, how you choose the words to express different things in your poems is great ^^ |
| heres another poem comment cant wait to read lol the person who is you a figure you see, a figure you feel, a figure you hate, can you see it stares at you like i do night day is what i call you noting but a human you call it and eveything is what it calls you now can you see yourself in that black mirror that is behind you no you cant cause you are not real thats right nothing you know or see is real can you belaive it i can cause im you and im dead, for every liveing thing you touch i take and take what you see and touch and turn it against you so that i can one day be the fally of me and you but when i do this i feel somthing strong, but faint deep inside me one day it will be shone to you and then me and we will forever be one in this cosmic world i call you and you call me and everything you call him |
eureka_rentonAug 27, 2009 10:18 PM
| White Noise a sound pearcis through the wall a bullet enters me a tear falls from an unkowing person for the start of life has begon for with death i am reborn into you into your heart into your soul i enter never to leave agine. i talk and talk about the good times never the bad cause i wish to cause no harm for my death has killed you inside i will reseed, and rebuild these shattered walls that once made your heart and soul, so that i may once agine rest in peace beside your weeping eyes |
eureka_rentonAug 27, 2009 10:19 PM
| The Cry from within i am you you are me we are all together as one nothing in between nothing in the way of how much i love you for with out you i am torn torn from being human instead i become tears tears of pain tears of hatred and tears of blind happyness one day i beg myself one day i will hold touch feel your sweet soul in my hands once agine to hold to covite to protect and to help when i see you i see me and when you see me i hope i see you |
| Me my self The life I live I can't see it visulize it or do anything. It makes me cry so much the pain inside is so strong I feel the wounds of my life swelling up from my eyes spilling over into the sad crying faces of the ones I love and the ones who love me. My pain shouldn't also be theirs no wait I Carry should also be burdoned upon others I couldn't take it if you the love of my life fell to the ground because of my dammed life your soul you entity and your dreams I want to hold feel and take no matter the pain I will stand in the way of the cold bullets of life so that you may stay pure in my eyes for the blood that I carry and that now pours from me. I want to exept this cold harsh death that awaits as long as you let me exist even as an ant in your large and precious dream that you see as a fake reality for when I die I will live again In your world and others for at the end of the dream every one sees reality lies touchable only by us. |
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| Rain Falling on Unexpected Eyes Darkness hope love all my feeling pour out i feel the love die away nothing left nothing to be but an empty vessel but then when you came you helped rebuild reinvent me i watched you pick me up and put me together like a puzzle un knowing of what was to happen after but i see you not as a human no i see you for a love a love that never ends that never falls away, burns out or just disaperes your always their infront of me looking into my eyes holding me i never nned nor want anyone else you are my life you are my future i cant see anything but you and the empty world around i would take discared everything for you nothing left is what ill say but give you more for only in return being able to see you infront of me looking into me and looking out of me so that my pain my tears will never fall upon Unxpected Eyes. |
| My Sweet Oblivion By:JR Running through the corners of the dark alleys stained with the smell of death I trip over an old wooden leg that was so perfectly positioned, it was like I was supposed to encounter it on my journey. The ground grew darker as I fell forward so slowly I thought as it seemed like an hour had passed and I was still in the same position then “SMACK”. My eyes opened immediately after, and I found myself in my bed. “Another dream” I thought to myself. A sigh was released from my caged lungs and I forced my self up from my bed and onto the hard bamboo floor. An awkward feeling came over me as I started to stand up; it was as if the time I had spent sleeping was suddenly replaced with the reality standing before me. onie-kun is my name I live in Japan, Osaka to be exact I live alone but I’m only 15 technically 14 and half but I like to think otherwise my house is small. Its a house on the outskirts of town I go to high school at Ninjii High its an interesting school I’ll give it that but every time I entered its large doors I always would be struck with the feeling that I was missing something important. The feeling would always stick with me till I awoke in the morning. If your wondering why I’m living by my self in an house at 14, I’ve always been by myself. I was abandoned as a very young child left by my dead mother first and then by my father who seemed to have no use for me what so ever. Loneliness a emotion that has probably come to your mind. Yes it used to be a factor when I was young but that pain has been covered now with the ignorance that alone is better than having some one near because you could always get hurt by them. I call it the “hedgehog’s dilemma”. My thoughts collected back into form and I continued on into the small kitchen. The refrigerator was the biggest thing in there besides the oven. A counter lay just above the lower cutting surface for the kitchen. On the other side of it sat two stools that had never been used a cold dark gray layer of dust laid on top of them both, almost like the veil over a dead body. After the kitchen lay the living room wich was the biggest room in the house. It was well designed because during certain times of the day if you were sitting in the middle of it, the light from the outside would flood the house. It was almost like god coming to my window. My day continued on after I had made my lunch for the day and had eaten breakfast I putted around the small house for about 5 minutes before I managed to walk myself back into my bedroom. I opened my closest door. The doors wiggled along the old tracks that were as old as the house. My clothes were all neatly hung as always, school uniforms on the left and the two other outfits I had wich were pretty much just running shorts, dark brown t-shirt and a sweatshirt that I have no recollection of ever wearing. I grudgingly grabbed my school uniform and headed for the bathroom. A routine had been set into place; brush my teeth, go to bathroom and then get dressed after shower. I continued this as I had no need to break protocol. As I guess it was in my mind my two bag’s were the next thing to enter into my hands and then the door knob. The day had begun for me the walk to Ninijii High was short and brisk. The air was so fresh it breathed so smoothly in through my nose and out through my mouth with such grace air supplied me with life. I take but I do not give to you. Is my answer to my invisible friend air. Four blocks away from school on the street of Kihong and jitsu I ran into, as always, Suka. She was also a student at Ninjii High she was my height she had red eyes that would pierce through you like knives on flesh. She was so closed off to the world, she never talked to anyone. occasionally when she was called on in class she would answer but that was pretty much it, everyone at school either hated her for no apparent reason other then they had no idea of what to do or feel around her or they just stayed away from her cause they had nothing to say to her, but for me Suka was something else. She was so human but she was also so alien and I think this is what made me so interested in her other than the fact that we were both the only one’s in class who never seemed to talk or do anything other than what their told to do, like “good puppets” some of the kids would say and then Suka if she ever heard would always surprise me by actually responding and saying I am not a doll and the she would leave. We walked as always the rest of the way to school totally silent. Not a though or an idea was in the air around us, just a dark nothingness it felt like, but it was a peaceful darkness that felt safe to me and I also assumed to Suka to. As we turned the corner of Teng.Ave a word shot through the world. Although it was said very quietly it was like loud speakers to me; “What are you staring at”. I shot out of my trance and noticed that I actually, well, I was thinking had been staring at Rei the whole time we were walking. In the two seconds it took me to form the words, “OH, um, Nothing forget about it “ a small smirk shot across my face in a sarcastic form because truthfully I had no idea what to think, so I just went along with what seemed like the flow. She was silent I wondered for a little bit why I had started to stare at her and why she would even say something in that case to. Iv seen here looking at a person staring at her before and she had said nothing so I thought for awhile why this time she said something my head was racing around trying to understand what just happened cause that was honestly the most exiting thing that had happened to me in three weeks, so I wasn’t ready. I finally concluded that it was just a coincidence and that for some unknown reason today she decided to say something, either cause it was bothering her or she wasn’t thinking either way I was going to have to mull it over for awhile before I could really understand what she was doing. The rest of the walk to school was silent, this probably made it possible for me to gather my thoughts together about the rest of the day. Once the school was in my range of sight I breathed in and felt a chill move up my spine, the air that I breathed out was cold and harsh but none the less I did not care so I continued to walk with Suka to the front of the big wooden doors of Ninjii High. They squeaked as my hands forced them open. Suka stopped once she was inside and turned around as if she was wanting to say something to me but then I noticed that she wasn’t even looking at me. I turned around to see what she was looking at and it was one of my bags that I was about to forget outside I ran out and grabbed the bag but once I got back through the doors Suka was gone, not even a trace of her was any were. I said thank you Suka in a very, very low voice and stared down the hallway at the clock and saw that I had exactly an hour till the horrid bell was to ring but then all of the sudden a person below it walked across. It was the figure of a girl with red hair that’s all I saw until she disappeared into the next hallway just as fast as she had passed into my line of sight. I for some reason thought to myself “ I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before”. The thought slid in one ear and out the other, in less then a second I had forgotten about it and moved. My next destination was at the end of the school campus it took a minute or so to reach my destination. It was a quite and dark place two wall’s intersected here and created a huge shaded area around them. I sat right where the two walls converged together. It was here I stayed until the bell for class to start rung. It was here where I drew the worlds I saw in front of me. They were all different in small ways but mostly similar, one had a tent that was set up in front of a hotel, another had two people who were crying standing in front of what looked like a fallen statue that was in the background of fire. My world is falling in front of my own fire of death and rebirth, as I thought about these words. They burned themselves into my head and have stayed there ever since. A ray of light flashed through my wall of darkness and flashed into my eyes and then all of the sudden I found my self- mystified by the fact that I was actually seeing the world in front of me for the first time, not fiction not a lie just what’s there. The bell rang, mass of cattle poured into doors the lay in front of the school and from behind bottle necked. I could see the rushed in with grace I felt energy flow into my legs as I stood up light had disappeared, darkness appeared, light not seen by unpure eyes. These are the words I spoke as I entered with the last of the so-called students. I felt something I felt unknown to myself, unknown to everyone, and then I saw Suka again; she was standing right in front of her class. A glance of her knifed eyes shot in my direction and I felt her and saw her for the first time in the world that had been reborn into me. I felt the entire world on me; it was around me, inside of me, outside of me. Feeling what a stupid thing to know, I thought, we are nothing under all this dirt we call happiness and yet all I see around me are people clinging to it like moths to lights on a porch. My classroom was clean, I could see my face in the tiles, the desks were all neatly put in rows a paper lay on top of a chair that was in the middle of the room it was the seating chart I scanned it looking for my name there correctly placed right next to the big windows that were on the sides on the classroom. I was in the middle last row. After I had gotten situated I just so happened to look up as the teacher walked into the classroom the rest of the students had without my notice already seated them selves around me then the class rep stood up “Kiritsue, Keoskie, Rei onegishimasu, Chachsuki”. After the morning ritual was over I looked up to the ceiling and noticed a small hole right over my head. For a little while I pondered on what could have created it and then gave up. Today class was different a certain smell perforated the air I couldn’t quite understand exactly what the smell was. Every time I breathed I was struck by this unknown smell, it bit the inside of my nostrils as I breathed in. The rest of class was spent talking about difference between Greek mythology and Roman mythology of course this seemed trivial to me because a fact was that while I was young I slept in a library and every night I would read two books before I went to sleep. In the place I slept, I remember it like it was yesterday, I was there and it was in the ventilation shafts on the second floor I would get there by climbing a later from behind the library. Knowledge when I was young was all I really had, and knowledge was in books, so I read and read all night and all day. I was trying to fill my head with so much stuff in hopes of one day being able to forget what had happened to me and what I was doing, but unfortunately this was also a failed test. Once class ended it was time to go eat I grabbed my things waited for every one in the classroom to leave, and then I made my way out through the halls my shoes not making one sound as they hit the ground but everyone else did. “ Click, click” is all that resonated off the walls besides the ignorantly made conversations everyone was having. I always dreaded peoples conversations because every time I heard them a certain propaganda if you will was being used “ Group think”, what a useless waist of brain power, I used to say to myself but since then I’ve learned to keep quiet so as not to alert them to my presence. My life was filled with this, I observed but I did not become the observed because I didn’t want people knowing anything about me. I walked over to the stairs with a plastic pledge saying “1st floor 3rd floor roof access”. I glanced for a moment at the pledge and continued on up the stairs to the 3rd floor were I found the door to the roof. Its black surface for some reason intimidated me it had what looked like scratch marks all over it I always wondered what they were from but I never asked anyone the knob of the door was warm to the touch I could feel the warm metal resonating heat into my hand with a turn a mechanism here and there moved and “CLICK” and with a small push the door moved and a small bit of light entered the somewhat dark stair well and the more I moved, the more light entered until everything behind me was illuminated except me. Then I walked outside and I was engulfed in the warm lights from outside. I could feel my body tempature rise and I felt the warmth move from my legs up to my head until I felt the same tempature as the outside did. I walked sluggishly over to a railing and neatly put both my bags on the ground and pulled out a plastic bag with my lunch in it. I pulled the lunch out set it on the ground and used the bags handles to tie it around the railing. After I was done with that I sat down and felt the hard rocks of the roof lodge into me I threw my legs outside of the railing and brought my lunch in my direction and started to eat I looked out over the school grounds I was looking out behind the school because there was a mini-forest right after the school grounds ended and I always just like to sit and look at the greenery move in the wind and just be alive with no danger, pain of thoughts, not a care in the world. It looked like I envied them so some day’s I would try to think of what it would be like to be a tree in the forest or even a leaf on a tree. I did not always get what I wanted out of it. Peace was broken for me I knew that all too well. “ONIE-KUN right”, I turned around and I saw a figure with red hair blue eyes probably the same height, very fit and from what I could tell amazingly beautiful. She said again “ your Onie-kun right?" I nodded my head not really knowing what to say she walked over and sat right next to me. I was wide eyed and she said “what’s wrong never seen a girl before? Figures if you are always up here HEHE but I do have to admit this Is quite a view you got here”. I agreed with here and she shot over a look at me and said, “Jezz well I guess I haven’t properly introduced my self yet me name is Ona nice to meet you and I of course already know your name but here’s the kicker your name isn’t as flowing as my name hehe” she said all this with such a smirk it burned a little when she said all of that and I knew it was all just an insult but something also caught me and I couldn’t quiet mark down exactly what it was. I drifted for a bit in my head and then I saw here look at me with a face no one person had ever done. It was a face with what looked of understanding although I’m sure she would never agree though. We sat there for what seemed like days and then the bell rang and I stood up and looked down at her and she said, “Well aren’t you going to help me up like a gentleman” I said “Oh, ok,” and released a hand down to her and she grabbed it with what seemed like all her might and I went crashing down to the ground face first and then she said, “Opps” must of slipped in the most sarcastic voice I had ever heard and then while she started to walk away I heard the faint statement come out of her mouth right before she opened the stair well, door “what a shame”. I got up dusted off got my lunch together and my stuff and started for class once I was back in the building walking to class I saw Suka off in the distance but this time when I saw her I felt wary so I looked away in shame and then she was gone. Once I entered the class again the smell of perfume smothered my face and I looked around and right next to my desk with a big smile Ona sat totally happy and blissfull. I took a big breath in and walked over and sat down and then I heard “aww don’t tell me I got to sit next to you, dame this sucks” I looked over and of course she was talking to me. I said, “oh hi” and then she looked away. Class seemed to go by slower, the sensei’s words began to mean less and less and then I stopped listening all together. What my attention now was on was the outside, the yellows the oranges the colors that made this world were all there just outside that window, and I couldn’t touch them this made me sad but as always I just pushed it down as to not let anyone know of my pain a sort of early sunset had occurred the pink of the sky was now entering the classroom and painting everything in its path. What a beautiful sight, I thought to myself I’m watching nature carve its path of life through these dead soulless halls. My eyes closed darkness spread my view and I felt for the first time what seemed like bliss. “My world,” I said, “ is falling into the laps of gods and humans never to be left alone again I feel the pain arising deep, the well of disappear and orax’s sea is now coming to the relevance that my life is ending when I die but my life does not end there I will be there still in the minds of other no memories of past life no nothing just ignorance life does not end here its all just a dream in wich reality sits and watches at the end of the dream”. Darkness set in even deeper after those words left my mouth but it was not a sad darkness “oh, no” this darkness was showing me something that no one human has ever seen reality, for what it truly is I am watching the world end in what I call my dream you can not see it nor can I but its there at the end of all of us. Reality lies in Armageddon I guess you could say. My eyes were all the quicker opened by the screech of the bell saying school is out and we can go home now. The walk home was shorter it seemed then usual once I was at the front of my house I sat down and just stared at the front door. Two hours passed night was now a factor in the sky the two road lamps around my house never worked so It was almost pitch black all I could see was my front door. The coppered colored door knob the wooden streaks that ran down its flat surface almost like waves on a beach that I have a memory of seeing when I was young I memorized every line on that door as I sat in the dirt. The steps I was sitting in front of that led up to my house were black but I knew they were green in the light planks of wood made them up 45 planks I counted all the way to the front porch wich had exactly 25 planks to make it up. The two beams that held the porch up were red during the day but they were black now just like the stairs were my eyes scanned the rest of the house and then the shot up into the sky where there were so many stars that the sky was almost white “holes in the heavens”. I thought to myself I opened my mouth and felt the air leave my body and then enter again. “life is sad isn’t it” the words shot through my ears. I cocked my head almost immediately towards the direction the sound came from. To my surprise I saw what looked like Ona to me I said “what do you want? Why are you here?” I heard a chuckle come from the figures direction I looked away in anger and another chuckle was let out. “What’s so funny? do you like spying on people?” foot steps I heard footsteps and I looked back in there direction and there was nothing there also the footsteps had stopped I got up and explored were I had seen Ona I think and their was not a trace, no foot imprints or anything. It puzzled me for awhile I decided finally to go into my house and I did. The smell of night was in my house brisk and calming I put my stuff down and walked into my living room my feet embraced every impact with the floor, the moon light was shinning into the living from the big sliding window. It was so dark but so bright to “The world is all I have”. My bed was embracing when I laid down in it, my clothes rumpled at the edges well I moved a button was pressed and then eyes shut as the darkness came rushing into me and took me over to the world of Ona “So much Pain”. I felt it coming from every corner nothing wasn’t crying or bleeding a little girl was huddled up in a corner cover in blood not hers though, no it was some one else? I moved forward and fell into a deep hole that never ended as I fell deeper and deeper down I could still see that little girl crying in the corner I yelled, “ Please, Please stop this no one deserves this give it to me, give me your pain I don’t want you to feel this no one should feel this I deserve it no one else but me let me hold you tight enough so that all you can feel is this warm embrace and so all I can feel is you that’s all I need to be able to take your pain is you, no one else just you Ona, Ona, ONA!!!!!!”. I woke up nothing was there but I began to cry. Tears of the many ran down my face and hit my hands I sat up and still continued to cry I had know Idea why I was crying yet I kept crying and crying and then my dream came rushing back into my mind. “Why, why” I said over and over again, no one was listening to me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and felt a sudden calmness and then I fell back into the pillow and my eyes closed and there right in front of me Ona stood crying. I ran towards her grabbed her and said, "I’ll never let go". She said “No! leave me alone I don’t need your help, stop it” I looked at her and whispered two words and she fell into me and said “anata baka” I smiled and fell away from the world around me and just stared at the one person in the world in front of me “Ona”, I said. A whimpered “yes” came from below. “Please look at me”. She raised her head and at that moment I froze and died away into her oblivion and reality embraced us both and then my eyes opened up again. FIN- |
| ^^I READ ALL OF THE POEM AND THEY ARE SO GOOD^^ |
| Hey people's i know its been awhile, iv been taking a break but now i think im back soo heres a new poem enjoy Little Door Open thy gate Open thy mind Open thy self Cry, Cry Cry, for the ones lost The ones dead The ones forgotten My life Your life His life Her life Everyone’s life Why Why do you carry this blade? This blade of shame Despair Death Forgiveness Is this what you seek? … “NO” What then I seek me Me? Yes the me inside me The me inside you The me inside her The me inside him The me inside everyone So So open my door Open that which can’t be opened My heart…. |
| despair , hope , confusion, want , loneliness ... what more can i add? ^^" |
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| Death's Smile my pain it boils undear me scolding me so much i feel, so much i feel of this unbearable cry that seems to cut me from within spilling the blood that turns to the color black staining the ground and spreading showing me all the death that is laying infront of me the webs link me to the ground that falls beneath me red, red earth, buildings of everyone erect themselfs around me stabing the sky squeezing the blue life and happyness from it and throwing it deep, so deep within themselfs that no person or light will ever see me again my hand scarch the surfaces with no grab i fall deeper and deeper till nuthing. |
eureka_renton said: The Lie Of The Mass a sadness lerks in the air as i walk to many, to many people feel it why am i the only on who undearstands what it can do why am i the only one who wants to do anything about it. all of all of you that just sit their why, why can you do that does it scare you to know that not only you have these feelings crying inside with no way out is that what i feel "NO" i feel what i see and that in confusion anger and vagueness all around what i youst to see as my world you call your self human your more of an alien than yoursellf I really like this freeverse poem ^^ I just wanted to point out understands lurks and youst (used) are mispelled Ill give you a better critique of it later ^^ but as far as it goes i really like the message |
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| I've been going through most of your poems, and I say they are all very good, i enjoyed them and the way you constructed the content is fascinating, very twisty turny at some points ^^ btw if you ever want someone to help critique or review things in the club (that includes your stuff ;) i would be happy to help |
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| ok im trying this out again plz comment and read Compelled to death Compelled into nothing I cry deep within giving birth to that which I dread and forsake in myself, the blood of the people soak my hands and blind me from my angelic death that is but a luxury for those who see such pain in their eyes my body aches I feel nothing it boring a hole into my skin unable to be stopped but only watched as it deepens its pain within you, tears of complete existence role down my face and fall to the scared earth which I stand upon unrelenting in what I’m seeing around me. |
| Very dark and interesting. I'm wondering is it supposed to be a run on sentence to create the feeling of fast pacing, like something that's happening really fast, because i found myself reading it very quickly, and then i noticed there is no punctuation. An interesting employment of the run-on |
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| ok people i have new ones haha CRY cry for me! cry deep feel your pain well dont call i dont hear you anymore i dont care icant care and why should i you just stare stare at what youst to be its dead whithin me you and everyone so just weep for ever but please let me cry with you hands of dead cold to me i feel no pain, its cold whispers flow over my skin like water. whishs i hear them they scream at me through your face saying they want their lives their love back once again in their hands. no reasons blanket your mind, all that appears is this sence of touch and fake poison inside deep within your hands of death. |
| blocks made of fragments in my mind i see the worlds visions of block after block and their places as a whole instead of one, in this i feel what i cant explain. in this you feel what i say you feel because i am you, see my hand in front of you? you are the hand you see even thogh i say i am, i am not because if i am then you are not, but i co exist in you as a fragment. a fragment is a person and you are a fragment like me. now see the shape we fragments make the block in fornt f your mind and the world |
enigmatic . just like eureka. XD |
| Hey its been a long, long time since i've posted... so i'm going to break that here The Question When looking through glass, what do we see. is it a figure is it another world. or could what we be seeing is ourselves projected through us... has our mind created this object made of glass, does this word glass have any real meaning does it exist. all this and more is out life and our lifes as a whole. do we ignore this ignorance or do we except and create like we have many over. these are our real questions can we live with them. comment.... i know it wordy and weird but i hope you like |
| Another for you..... i have seen these faces before locked in my perpetrual gaze they sit fixed. the only life that leaks from them is the liquor that falls from the glasses. they sit mixed into a fake life and fake existence. they stare at one another as i do the same, they know what they see and they say they understand it but they cannot except it so they pour even more into the bottemless pit. i say i will not do as they do and i will rise above and break my fixed posture yet everytime i just ask for another........ and hear the same voice |
| hello everyone, i have returend after forever... if there is anyone still here id like to restart i will be starting to write again and posting it here and maybe some othere places... "what i see" smoke on the wall, smoke on my face its smell fills the air with silence and a sense of self. can we capture such a thing can i show you what i see, can you show me what you see. does it scare you when i look to you to show me what i am or what i could be. future present everything but the now is what i look to but when i you say " i can see" all i think of is what is happening now and where you will take me |
| another ill wait with the others i wait for you on a bench, i wait for you in my dreams. how long must i wait till i will once again wake up to you kicking me in your sleep, running to a life that i once knew i still only think of you in my life and soul. for you i request a time, i wait in this blank waiting room covered in moss i sit here only for you a silent guardian till the day that you release me forever |
| An answer a refusal all quickened my the never ending thing that surrounds me and us all.. I say to it why? All that feeds back is salience an unbearable silence inside me when I look for it I see nothing, nothing at all and myself drop to a pit that I have created something deep, too deep to discover and feel. I like this place its comfortable but the air here smell faint and un secure will I live here will I call this place home or will you or anyone come to see me and grab what little is left of my hands. |
| a new one dedicated to a gone friend its eternal in a spotless mind i feel care and compassion fade away as you exit the door away from me, away from my world. knowing full well the past that lead to a day such as this i can only sit and watch as you exit with all that you carry, with you a heart, a piece of me. in my hopes i say as you fade away to become more than a dream remember only one thing if you'd please, before you leave. i am a spotless mind and only good memories stay as the bad ones leave so remember only good, of me and you and let all else fade away with me |
eureka_rentonAug 15, 2013 9:19 PM
| new one "music" I hear it, I hear a choir singing my name away to the sky to the land and all that fills the air around us. I ask you to listen, listen to the music in the air, and dance for what you hear. let it fill you like it once filled me. Now all I see is your body moving to what you feel in the air. Is it me or is it you, that you think of when you hear this melody come across. Your eyes tell me how you feel but your mind tells no lies about what you are actually seeing in my direction, this is not love this is emotion in it’s purest form your mind only fills with the melody around creating this emotional core that digs into your memories whatever you are seeing, hearing is not what you know is there its only this melody talking creating this world you are now seeing . |
| Alone at last i am alone, alone at last i have feared this day would come not from the people around me leaving disappearing. but i am now alone from myself my own being has left i think back to years of fighting and losing things i have cared about to look forward to something that seems to never come. did this thing exist do i exist time has faded along my back wound from years past fade and smolder away like the the the wind that used to blow behind my world. i am young yet i have seen so many things lived for what seems like ages and what conclusions have i come to, well my answer is none but that is just a lie to hide what i really feel. i see this world like no one else with such hatred not for what iv'e been through or will go through but hatred for what this world brings on its inhabitants, or what i should really say is what the inhabitants of this world bring on themselves and others of this world. we call are self human beings people who care for one another but is this true. it is some ways we fight for family, we fight for ourselves and believe in the trickle down effect well i haven't seen one drop. i as a human being am tired, tired of fighting i want not a happy life, no not that anymore i just want to live with out the worry of losing my place to sleep and not worry about having food to eat. |
| "A morning" moving in and out of reality, my visions blur with my sense of self and something new come to light. a chance, a new venture for myself and my world. i look around faces, faces of those who have come with me in my my world. i welcome them they are me, they are the environment that makes up any world. so as i walk forward blurring my world as i move i feel comfort as i know i will stil know my past and the people that have made that for me and will build the the foundation for a new experience even if they don't know it. |
| "remember" words from a friend, words from a lover. they all find their way into my memories as emotions to remember. the way i felt they way i know feel are they different, when i look back to these thoughts i feel what feels like past but is it real or am i living in that moment. my dreams circle these thoughts picking them up as my eyes see them, am i watching the past or am i recreating a world in its self. are the people i see in these dreams the real thing. i can feel and touch them but they always fade, to return later as something all together different. |
| "a Flower" love is what you make it a friendship to last the ages, when found it hides behind doubt. "for you it says i do it for you for love". but we are love, and so love is what we make it. when you see their eye's it screams to protect and savor the moment, make it last forever. And it does long after the body fades away a connection still burns deep within a coupling of two people that drives them to become one with them selves and the world the two built together. the flower still stand above the grave they happily fell into together knowing what they left behind is stronger than any word or action. |
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