Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 title: past unrelenting my past i wish for it to be forgoten but tis what makes me, me. i am what my past has made me. but if it was erased would i be happy? no probly not. i would still be treated the same way and now not know why or how to act to it. i still dont know why just how to accpet it. if i erased my past i would lose my friends... the few i have are great nicest people ive met so i dont want them to be forgoten by me. so i will live with this pain... just because i still have some one to live for now... pain its is escaping me the stuff i kept in side i am now slowly comeing to terms with it. please never let me forget... people have been mean to me a feeling i never wish to force on others so dont let me forget because then i think i would be mean. why? i dont know why. i just think i would Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 Hee...never thought of that. That's a really intersting point, about forgetting your past. Forget your past and then you'll have no place. Having something to live for, means you'll keep looking forwards and not wander what could have become of you in an alternet future. ^^ I'm rambling now, don't think of the alt. future thing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest dayday Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 I didn't read everything you wrote so far but I read a little. You're good at this. I should have started to read these sooner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 lol i think theres only a few theres only 8 of them not like you missed much any ways well thats probly all for today Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 title: lost love/ falseity who am i? this person you know is not me. this erson you know is a mask i put on. i try to be normal but at night in the dark my demons come for me. the real I, the I in my mind cannot be the I in your mind. because the I you know is a mask, something i put on every morning and cry off every night. the dark it scares me, but also protects me. it allows me to be me with out showing it to you. my soul... im not even sure if i have one any more. this blood that pulses through my vains if spilt is red. but inside me its black. darkness festers inside me but i cant let it out. you people take me for grantet assuming ill always be here. thats because you dont know the real me. the real me is caught some where between life in death hanging on by a thread because im stubborn. the real me is what allows me to live everyday. the fake me could care less because it is a product of the real me and has no will except what you assign it. so i say good bye maybe ill be here tomarow and maybe i wont. i wish i will and i wish you would be here to greet me. but you wont. i long to join you in that eternal sleep. if i did i would finaly be at peace but i am stubborn. and i wont join you untill my time. im sorry i love you but i am stubborn i dont want to die. you... you were the only one who cared about me who knew the real me. i thank you and i shall join you when its my time and untill then i shall think about you. i will never forget you you are burned into my sould and heart. those to places are the only bright spots in this ocean of darkness. good bye my love. i wish you hadnt left. so good bye my love i shall be there one day. good bye my rose... the torns that protected me were you and when you left the pedles were hurt and died because the torns were no longer there. it became artifical. plastic and bent to the will of others. good bye my love, good bye. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 See you do have more then just one person reading this! ^^ Those 8 are still great, and I think still more people who read these will get the courgae to write something and tell you what they think. I like reading these over and over again as I do with most things I like to read. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 title: poetry poetry is the song of the soul the pure and most true form of art when done right it can seem as tough the persons is pouring their soul into you you can eather except it or reject it it wont hurt them because its on paper already out of them poetry is the dance of life the music that plays is the pulsings of the souls those who can see it can express it those who cant can only enjoy it it is much more pleasurable to express it then enjoy it or it can be to those who do not know the joy of pouring your soul onto paper i am truely sorry the ghost dances just as well as the corpral form the ghost is the pure soul but the copral form is the form that allows you to reach the highest form. poetry is the song of the soul and the dance of life it flows faster then water and slower then time it self it is the presnt past and future all at once to those who under stand it is one of the highest forms of communication to those who cant it is nothing more then a story but both are fine a story is needed to keep history and communication is needed to know each other so both are needed poetry is what you need it to be to me it is the song of the soul and the dance of life Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 *clapps* Very nice, a poem can be anything you want it to be. ^^ And yeah I went back and looked again your right there were 9 but now 10. I agree a poem can be anything, most people who don't poetry say it's nothing but words they should try to read more. Keep up the good work! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 title: echoes of the past a cascading waterfall of blood death pulses at the top what are we firgting for? this blood spilt shall not be the last more will come and more will die for a trivial thought of man made gods liberation from the bonds that have been put on you so you run, not away but for the joy of freedom you run away from the oppresion of tyrants tyrants think they are the will of a god a god that is man made man is said to be the creation of a god but what god would create something this impure this untrue? humans are ruled by emotion each one therye own being nothing is certain blood flows from wounds cut in the earth this earth is where we were created so we destroy it for our own gains a pitiful existence are we we who destroy our sustanecne for our own gains so the tyrants say kill and you do you do with out thinking you have been bent to the will of others given up what makes man great emotions are needed so you gave them up for what? the sky is darkening with blood the water is red with it the plants are being watered by it we are destroying our selves the parched ground is being wet with blood this blood is spilt so we destroy our selves on the whims of men men that have no more right then you to order that so revolt and rise up spill the blood of tyrants kill them not each other why do you kill your brethren? kill, hate, destroy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 ^^ I like it, having a fall of blood. Blood is like water always flowing and never stopping. Destory not each, but our-self, running from the gods of man to be free. The point of thought behind this one sounds as if you had been thinking about all the things of the past. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 29, 2003 Author Share Posted June 29, 2003 title: fall/ blood loss fall from the sky, an angel without wings my angel she fell for saving me it wasnt worth it to save me yet she did i do not understand why a question the echoes in the haze of my mind i cant escape it. does some one care for me? no that cant be. no one does and they shouldnt yet she did it seems a single anser opens hundred doors and far more questions emerge these questions haunt me causing the haze behind my eyes slurring sight drunk from pain i cant walk strait blood flows from my mouth when i talk but it isnt my blood this red poison flows freely a sickly sweet taste it has it drains from my mouth onto the pavement splatering, leaveing a trail dark and harsh like my life this blood turns black as it passes my lips blood spilt for sins ive commited trying to survive yet the more blood flows it seems to flows for the sins commited agaisnt me the haze clears and i see im dead on the ground blood still spilling from me but from cuts that have ruptured my skin my skin is now red from blood blood that turns black as soon as it touches my skin these questions have killed me it seems i have failed my angel and her sacrifice was in vain i am sorry i didnt trust you i should have you were my angel and you gave your life for me but i still lost my life even though you gave yours so i could keep mine i am sorry i wasted the chance you gave me but i couldnt change they made sure of that i am sorry i am sorry please forgive me my angle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Share Posted June 29, 2003 Ohh....very cool! ^^ Don't know why but I like reading about fallen angels, you can't truly change your self even if you tryed for years. And the last part was the greatest, asking for forgivness from your angel. It's great! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 30, 2003 Author Share Posted June 30, 2003 a night shade wing shattered crystals of destiny broken dreams and peirced hearts tormented souls and hope fallin apart this never ending circle i run in trying to get away from it all i am scared of the finale chapeter of life DEATH i am scared of death i dont want to leave this life behind it may not be great but its mine so i dont want to leave it behind this body bears the scars none of them phsyical emotions have been broken then healed and broken again by people i considered friends friends are a joke something i shall never have happieness, what is that? i dont remember its been so long sense i didnt feel pain i run down the dark hall to see your body hanging there on the wall by a rope you were my friend but you killed your self why? you couldnt talk to me? i might have been able to show you, you were wrong your life was good worth living you have left whats that leave me.. i loved you but you still left i have just had my heart ripped out again this time i hope for the last time i cant take it again so i live my soul behind it is un-needed now it has just been ripped out of me forcefully i didnt get to say good bye or that i loved you i truely did but now its to late i have lost you good bye i shall miss you my rose Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 *clapps* Wow, beatifully done. When your emotions get put into words it's like your taking from your heart, not just reading what you've felt. I love, it's great to hear from a writter like you. Both you and dayday are two of the best writters here by far. Having something to live for is why were all here, to make a resone why we're here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 30, 2003 Author Share Posted June 30, 2003 like a dragon through the night sky i fly seeking refuge from the humans the ones who hunt me and my kind though i am not always better i try to be but you... you seem to enjoy it how can you enjoy the look on my face or the pain in my heart when you hunt us so i seek refuge i run i walk away from my life hide and leave you peoeple even though you are my past what made me, me i must leave to get away to repair the hole in my heart created by you people pain is my life it is getting better now that ive found refuge but the scars will always be there you people who think it was all in good fun never saw the kid crying in the night thinking of his day becoming callous to survive i feeling of no one around of complete loneliness that kid that you broke everyday who woke up to tears he tried to leave behind in the dark open your eyes to the truth. Or is it to painful? the truth is less painful then having lies be told to you and having to except them as truth even though you know they're lies the truth is just that the truth except it or not it is still the truth it shall burn you if you refuse to except it again what do [i]you[/i] know about pain? you didnt feel it as the last thing before sleep and the first thing when you woke up did you? no i doubt you did so what would you know about pain the kind thats constantly there your deffinition of pain is a joke is it some one betraying you? or some one dieing?... well mine both of those and more. so your pain is a joke and mine is a nightmare which would you rather have? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 Wow, a dragon's thoughts and feelings but at the same time just a human's heart. Having pain that never fades and always running from it, that's a real nightmare. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted June 30, 2003 Author Share Posted June 30, 2003 i jump from this cliff only to be caught by my angel who i thought i had lost she returned im glad i didnt end it her hair flows into my face i dont mind the brushes agaisnt me but some thing hapeens and she drops me i fall till i hit my bed room floor i keep my eyes shut trying to go back to that dream but its useless i wont go back asleep i still didnt say good bye or that i loved her i start to cry my self back to sleep hoping agaisnt hope that i dream that dream again i know it wont come though it never does when i wake up so i cry my self back to sleep in hopes of dreaming of my love that i never told Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted June 30, 2003 Share Posted June 30, 2003 That must have been a good dream, till you woke up. The one you love, you will always some how met back up with them again. The thought of see your angel in a dream, and leaveing you again. I love the thought and feelings behind this. It's great, keep up the great work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 1, 2003 Author Share Posted July 1, 2003 well actuly i never had a dream like that. and thanks for still reading this stuff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 1, 2003 Share Posted July 1, 2003 Well it'd be nice to have a dream like that. Most times don't even go to sleep for some odd resone. And your welcome, I told you as long as you don't mind I'll keep reading them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 1, 2003 Author Share Posted July 1, 2003 advil or work out side all day eather works to get some one to sleep i'd sugjest working out side all day =p Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 1, 2003 Share Posted July 1, 2003 That'd work, but I don't have as much free time as others do. I have classes to go to every other day. And then I have writting for books, and art to stick to. Even with school out I still have classes, but I guss like two hours before I go to sleep I'll go out side and do some work. That might work. ^^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 1, 2003 Author Share Posted July 1, 2003 title: darkest rose rose.. my rose is red the color of blood blood fules pasion pasion that burns like fire yet my rose can be white pure and good my angelic rose but my rose can be black the color of pain pain caused by the thorns of this rose thorns that wern't ment to hurt me my rose is now red again red from the spilt blood blood spilt while protecting it i don't mind the pain i protected my rose so i am happy if i die so be it i still protected my rose the one thing left in my life i cherish though i do not want to die for if i did i would hurt my rose and that would bring me pain also so i do not want to die that is the last way out with no way back in so i refuse to die until my rose hurts me purposly so i stay by her side this rose i love love... yes this rose is my love so i will not die and hurt her i will not do any thing to hurt her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 1, 2003 Share Posted July 1, 2003 Cool, it's like the rose is a person. Trying to protect the one you love even though it brings pain. Yet still willing to protect it. It's great! ^^I love reading your work, because it's things easy to relate to...That is when I'm getting to deep into thought from reading. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 1, 2003 Author Share Posted July 1, 2003 well the rose is suposed to represent a person and it wasnt that they hurt me intentionaly but you got one outa 2 right that poem i wrote the two versions of was for class... it was pretty funny my whole class was amazed by it O_o its not any thing great im still trying to figure out why they were so amazied by it :therock: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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