Writing Karma's Poetry [M]

[Muad'Dib]

That was incredible as usual Karma, and to thikn, it started because of a rhyme! anyway, I guess in a way it was kind of inspiring.... I could make a fan-fiction on it... maybe not...

PS: it's better to have loved and lost, than to have never have loved at all... or not. Wish I knew...

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Let us all watch as Karma piece by piece takes apart and explains that poem.

The World's Fantasy

Prick the finger,
A blood bath begins with the tip of a pin

The imagery here is that a tiny prick on the finger releases a blood bath. It's a metaphor for the fact that the smallest instigation can start the biggest and bloodiest of wars. All someone has to do is say something, and it could start a revolution.


Touch me, tear me
Rip me apart with seduction's claws
Lust's lips devour me with shining jaws
Drowning and flying with pleasured pain
Wicked laugh of the insane
Unholy worldly fantasy

Pleasure is found in pain, pain is found in pleasure. You're sick with your own lust.

Confessional walls covered in blood
Child's innocence ground in the mud

Having come from a Catholic family, this line holds special meaning to me. It refers to the preist-pedophile controversey that went on not so long ago. A confessional, in case anyone did not know, is two small dark rooms where you, behind a screen, confess your sins to the preist. It is supposed to be a holy place of cleasing and forgiveness, but in the poem, it's become a killing ground, a place to rape the innocent. The next line is pretty straight forward, the preists' violating the small boys, destroying their innocence.

Greed and jealousy entrace me
Bombarding me with burning, colored lights
It's the plain blank truth no one can see
Behind all the pretty lights and lies.

Pretty much any and every political campaign ever put on.

Instigate the emotion
Drown me in my own compulsion
Explosion
This is the world's fantasy;
Insanity,
Kill me with your sweet sickness

Basically, I'm being destroyed by own desire, killed from the inside by my own disease, my own mind. I'm 'drowning in my own compulsion.'

Not too bad, right? Anyway, I'm in a sort-of happy mood today, so I'll post one of my older, not-so-depressing poems. Here ya go:

[b]Path[/b]
Flying, falling, through an endless sky
Dreams of reality make her cry
Sleeping awake, an illusion that's real
Born to please, die to feel

Wings are made of wax
They melt in the light, faux du pas
Dancing on the earthly tip
Of the sweetest ecstacy, seduction's lips

Somewhere between the dark and the light
Between Good and Evil's most righteous fight
There is a place neither wrong nor right
A path concieved of nothingness,
Where time has stopped;
And angels sing.

Nice and symbolic, just like Tin Angel. ; )

-Karma
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[Kyo no Ryu]

The new one is...odd. Hmmm.... not sure how I would classify it. Aug. And now that i know what the old one meens I love it even more! It reminds me of this manga. I ony read one chapter. At the beginning a guy is in a confessional with a bunch of weapons. He admits to killing 100 people. Well the greedy confesssion guy pulls out a gun but 100 boy kills him in 7 ways at once.

[Arasoi]

[color=royal blue]Whoo! Yay for imagery and metaphors. I should try to incorporate something like that into my poems. Now that it's been explained, "The World's Fantasy" makes much more sense to me now.

As for the new poem, it does remind me of "Tin Angel" and its symbolism, like you said. I like it. It's a nice, peaceful poem. Short and sweet.[/color]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Lollipops are so good. They inspired me.

[b]Lollipop Wrappers[/b]

My life's made of lollipop wrappers
Faded trace of sweetness
And such a colorful picture
Too bad it's a crinkled, sticky mess.

Put me in your pocket
I'll stay right where you put me
Cut me into confetti
And throw me for all the children to see
Painful glee
I'm glad I could make you happy.

And now you've forgotten me
A crinkled, dirty, sticky piece of paper
Ground into the floor
I'm just litter
Stuck inside the crack of the door.

My life is made of lollipop wrappers.

Short little melancholy poem. I swear, it started out happy, it really did! And then...blech. Oh well. Maybe I'll try writing a happier one, as this one does not truly do lollipops the justice they deserve.

Here's another poem I wrote a few days ago that I never go around to posting:

[b]Paranoia Pill[/b]

Lock your doors
Hide the core
Close the shutters
Fear your own mother
I took a paranoia pill this morning

Shallow breathing, seething
Fleeting, incessant heart
Fear inside tears you apart
As all the sweat pours down...
As you begin to drown,
Paranoia sets in.

Shock wave to your head
Screaming in bed
From all the schziophrenic nightmares
Bloody, macabre fairs
A sick grin from the darkness
Violet, violent eyes
I can see you now...

Panic consumes you
Never know what may be true
Shaking, breaking hands
And that stutter in your speech
You must've taken a paranoia pill

Paranoia pill
Blood spill
Who's shadow is that in the door?
Hit the floor
Breath no more

Crack of light
And everything's right
It was just your cat
But her heart beats flat

Do you feel the paranoia now?


I really like that one. Nice and neurotic, just like me. XD

-Karma
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[moonlight angel]

WOW. It's so amazing. ALL your poems have a way of putting into words exactly how I feel at different times. I really like them alot ^_^.

[KarmaOfChaos]

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It is...12:40 AM. And I just wrote a poem.

[b]Simple[/b]

Swirling spirals inside my mind
A multi-colored burning mess that blinds
Migraine for the insane,
Screw me up inside
Desperatly fight the urge to hide

I'm going to take this
And bend and brake this
And make it simple in my head
Bleeding confusion I shall shed
And paint a simpler picture
Where everything is always sure
And you never doubt yourself.

Can you hear this choir of liars?
They complicate so that they don't have to face
All the problems that consume like a burning fire
A fire green as jealousy
Gray like a falacy
And blue as depression
With a pink obsession

Forbidden whisper of doubt
Slowly becomes a shout
Screaming inside your throat
Waiting for you to hear yourself
Uh oh, dare to question all the things they told you
Dare to deny the lies they said were true
I'm not living on faith anymore

I'm going to take all the lies you told me
And tear them away, for everyone to see
See this simple truth within
To see you in all your simple sin

Love and lust mix together
And I don't know anymore
As if I did before.
Taunting smile, tempted to touch
But in the blink of an eye
It becomes too much
What's so bad about feeling this?
What's so wrong about an honest kiss?
I want this to be simple
I want to know what's going on
I need you to tell me if I was wrong

Hope mutates into a sick, pleading kind of thing
And I'm so bent and broken
With so many words left unspoken
You just might be my first regret
Life was simple before you came and upset
The careful balance
That really was never there at all.

So maybe I was lying all this time
For desperation's sorrow, St. Micheal's bells chime
I was telling myself it was all okay
But reality is the only way
I'll ever come to terms with my fears.
On top of the church tower
My life has become a wilted flower
Time to throw it away.

I tried to make this simple
I tried so hard you know
Tried to let all my emotions go
But now it's time to show
What's been going on inside.

One song after another
This won't end if I stand here and do nothing
Time to scream and burst open my wings
Jump off the top, feel your heart drop
It's too late to go back now
I don't care if there's a better way, this is how
I will make it simple.
Fall or fly, live or die
This is simplicity's beautiful crescendo
Speeding air flow
I think it's simple now.


I am so tired of lies and people not saying what they feel. I want, for once, the honest truth, uncomplicated, up front with no hesitation. And if anyone makes any Avril jokes, they're going to get jumped. By my horde of pagan Mountain Dew demons.

-Karma
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[Muad'Dib]

:twitch: pegan mountian dew demons... I knew they would return! DIE DEMONS!!!..... anyway, if you ever commit suicide, we all know why! ok, enough of this depressing critisism, let's hear some more!!! wait... do you hear it? IT'S THE MOUNTIAN DEW DEMONS!! AAAAAAAHHHH!.............................................................

[Arasoi]

[color=royal blue]Eh, I have some catching up to do when it comes to reviewing.

[b]Lollipop Wrappers[/b]

I love it. That's [i]exactly[/i] how I feel almost all the time. Just the little, insignificant thing that can bring others joy if I hurt myself doing it, and who is tossed aside after its purpose is fulfilled. I liked it a lot.

[b]Paranoia Pill:[/b]

Another good one, though I liked "Lollipop Wrappers" more. This one I can't relate to as much, but I still loved the way it sounded. And yes, I do feel the paranoia now.

[b]Simple:[/b]

This is a beautiful poem. It's very deep, I think. I, too, would like the honest truth...but unfortunately, all that most people ever seem to be able to do is lie to me. Oh well...I guess sometimes the truth is just too much to expect from people.

Oh, and I want my own pagan Mountain Dew demons. ^^[/color]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Simple was written for...many people. Family, friends, loves. I'll explain it later. Right now, here's two poems that were written randomly last night:

[b]Weird[/b]

Strange
Profane, propane, insane
Gold is just the same as blonde
But it shines

All I get is snow and static
Prozac addict
Guess what
I'm blue
What about you?

She has a crush
Deep dark crush
Love is mush
A big bloody secret
She should say
That she feels this way
Secrets
School girl secrets
Just tell him you fool.

Stained glass windows
Are made out of paper
Cut out
Paper
Like hearts
Cut out paper hearts
Tack it up to the window
And watch the light shine through
It's so pretty
All your cut out paper hearts
Cut them all apart
Cut up paper hearts.

Whore
Always wanting more
Desire
Keep on feeding that never-ending fire
Slut
Filled up on lust
I am so
I am her
I am that which cannot be defined.

Weird.
Weird like me.
I'm weird like me.
Ain't it neat?

And here's the other poem:

[b]Good Enough[/b]

I'm never going to be good enough
I'll never please them the way the want me to
I'll never be that dedicated
I'll never care enough

For you
Or for me
I barely care for you
And not at all for me
So please see
That poking me and proding
Will get you no where
Because I'm dead.

Dead inside my head.
Just an empty shell
Of the girl I used to be
She seemed so happy
So care-free
I can't believe
That I was her.

I'll never be good enough
For all the books and songs
And all the things they write about
In exalted poetry and psalm.

I was never really happy
Only a delusion to myself
I was a delusion
A delusion to the world
I can't lie anymore
All these painful memories I bore
They broke the illusion inside.
An illusion's delusion of confusion.

I'm not good enough
I guess I'll never be
All that you needed
All that you see
I'll never be that perfect girl
You saw in your mind's eye
I'll never be that perfect girl
That didn't exist after all.

That's basically how I'm feeling towards everyone, especially my parents and family. I'm so tired of trying.

-Karma
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[Muad'Dib]

Great as usual, but you seemed a little rushed on the beginning of Weird, because at first it didn't flow together real well... it got pretty good towards the end though. As for Good Enough I think it's very inspirational.

[KarmaOfChaos]

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[b]Her - Part I[/b]

Touching
Teasing
Long dark soft hair
Black, onyx flair
Obsidian stare

Fingertips trace a pattern
On skin, where only memory
Can tell
What had been drawn.

Sweet embrace
And a longing aftertaste
Of pale lips tinted pink
Like stained glass

Where grass once grew
And birds once flew
Wind's secrets
And all the things we knew
Long forgotten
In a tear dyed blue.

Dream's darkest mystery
Was in the echo of a sigh
The ripples in her eyes
Where the blackest ocean stood.
Conjoined.
Bound.
With ropes of your own design

Clutching her so tenatively
Hand in hand entwined
Eldest fragility
But she's stronger.

Intense infatuation
Impregnable, irresitable
Endless intoxication
All you are
And everything you aren't
Paradoxical oxymoron
Nothing like the rest

Held her steadfast
In the physical realm
But her eyes held you captive
In something beyond.

Depression's beauty
And tragedy's elation
Church bells chime for days long gone
The choir sings the saddest song
As the preacher lord speaks in a tongue
That everyone's forgotten.

Kneeling until your knees bleed
And so much was said
In the silence of sanctity.
Prosrated on the cold stone floor
And she held your hand
After all the beatings you bore.

Statues are cold and unaware
Inatimate
Ceaseless death, morose stare
Worship them
That dulled, frozen death.

Blood has dried upon the wound
The sword cried quietly against the bone
And her dress fluttered slowly in the wind
Tortured prayer for those who have sinned.

Gone without a trace
Speaking without a face
Hear her in your ears
Won't you be mine dear?
Delicate, distressing smell
Is still here
You can still feel
Her prescence in the room.

Watching the endless horizon
Infinite infinity as far as you can see
And the wind blew through dead trees
Like stark, dead arms
Reaching for you
In the dead of night, during dreams so charmed.

Forsaken savior
Gone forever
She won't come back again
No one left here to defend
Defend you against the killing silence
Of your own pathetic world.

-Karma
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[Muad'Dib]

impressive... exept I can't quite grasp what this one is talking about... I'm assuming another personal experience? If so, then don't feel like you have to tell us what it's about.... especialy(sp?) if it's embarassing. But it does seem very uhh... inspirational.. even if we don't know what it's about ^^!!

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Her is something that can be seen as many different things. It's up to you, you decide what it means.

[b]Her - Part II[/b]

And slowly, as the fear grabs hold of your heart
The poison starts
Eating away at you, like litte termites of the flesh
Afraid
Fearing the unknown
For fear of being alone.

Grasp onto the memories
Fading into old dust
Like some long-forgotten lust
Clinging to a thought
Long gone into oblivion.

Yet she remains
Forgotten but still there
Her prescene pervades the room
Eerily haunting tombs
Of the ancient macabre spirts
Of words etched in stone
Worn away by time

So too shall she remain
Face and body no longer seen
Like the words gone from memory
Torn away by time
Long-lost rhyme
Of those rotting corpses
So deep within the earth.

And those lungs that breath
Those feelings that seeth
The lonely people in this sleepy town
That never sleeps
But goes on living a comatose illusion
Never dreaming, never seeing
Her face that was really there.

But they still feel her
Deep within their beating, bleeding hearts
As the poison that tore him apart
So too shall infect the masses
Time, creeping, slowly passes
Like winding, streaching blackened fingers
Pulling a thick darkness over them all.

Ever searching for this uneasy feeling
So deep within their souls
Deeper than the corpses in the earth
So they can feel it too.
But they'll never find her
She who left so long ago
A simple insanity made it so
That they might never dream again

In those dreams which never seemed real
That was where reality stood, waiting to to feel
The touch of humanity pulling it back
The truth lies in what was least believed
So easily faked
So easily forgotten.

Ever searching,
Never finding,
The truth for the sleepless
Is inside their dreams.

-Karma
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[Muad'Dib]

ya... OK, so it's a multi-purpose poem. lol. Nice job as usual ^^

Made a little more sense than the first part to it.. well, not really.

[KarmaOfChaos]

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[b]Her - Part III[/b]

Her - Part III

Falling to the floor
The stone cracks and quietly shatters
Spilling watery tears
And none of this matters
anymore.

Eyes wide open in shock
Staring eternally, frozen in that one moment
Frozen in death.
Breath escapes forever, no longer lent
To those people living on lost time
Living in an illusion
That never belonged to them.

A fatal dye, the blood pools
For such deluded mortal fools
As these were.
Now fallen upon the floor
Ignorance was their final sin
As her sleepless ghost pierces beneath the skin
They were blind to their loss of sight.

They lived forever in that waking sleep
But now evermore shall they keep
The dream that eluded them
In death it was found
Screaming hell without a sound.

And now as the dead leaves fall again
Waiting for a time when
She will return to her catacombs
And finally rest her muderous soul

Fate's twist
A cold, blinding mist
They are dead
Dead in their beds
Dead on the cold stone floor.

She walks among them
Their sweetly sleeping bodies
That spoke of sick and twisted death
Her smile portrays a haunting whisper
Of the sin she killed here
Of the people who's bodies spoke of death.

She who had left this town
This sleepless place of dulled insanity
The longing look in her eyes
They who she hated and despised
Swearing on those holy words
Her spirit returned
Killing them all swiftly in the blink of a child's eyes.

She stood leaning in the chapel
Covered in blood
She reeked of the death and the sins
Of those people

Sinner or saint?
As the bells rang, so quaint
Guilty for killing
But a nescessary justice
For you cannot rape the willing.

This town full of sanguine sin
This town full of sleepless dreamers
The flesh is eaten away by starving maggots
Revealing the truth and pale bone
And the church bells rang alone
For it was tonight
That those who were already dead
Died for the first time in the waning moonlight.

Will she now return
Found what you yearn
Lighted, flickering candles lined up in little rows
As the blood stops its eternal flow.

Her spirit waits
For the resting place of our ancestors
For her body to return
She waits to die among the people
In the catacombs of sin.


[b]Elation[/b]

I felt her in my hands
Like some tool of great mechaniation
A method of freedom
A way to achieve the highest elation

The metallic edges glowed softly
Under the pale light of moon
And with bitter whispers she spoke to me
Telling me it would be soon

I felt her words, the sickly sweet darts
They lie encased in her revolving mouth
Waiting to pierce, waiting to spread
Waiting to end this misery in the south.

And I saw you painted on the walls
On the insides of my brain
With angry, hating red
That slowly raped me, full of pain

You were there, staring
With those dulled, forsaken eyes
Waiting for the next angry word
To give you your next high.

And with such glorious elation
With blissful, weeping joy
Aiming the sharp words back at you
Her lips opened and I ended the ploy

Whirring softly through the quiet hour
Her words entered your skull
And blew out your bleeding, infected mess
And painted a picture, all gray and dull.

Just like you had used my emotions like your canvas
So too did she and I use your head
As you lay, artfully destroyed, carved and mutliated
In the cold hard street that was now your bed.

I saw the severed flesh and cracked, pale bone
I saw the beautiful picture she and I had painted
And it filled me with such ethereal elation
The sanguine chaos we had created
All across the ground.

After I had stared for what forever called eternity
As the happiness floated away
I wished for another moment of ecstacy
A screaming orgasm, as night became day.

Rising like a burning pendant
In the darkness of dawn
I put her quietly to my head
Pressing, the sun slowly yawned.

Because, you know, one is the loniliest number
But this was an elation known only alone
Because she did not truly feel this.
Liking talking to yourself on the phone
Never dialed a number, just spoke.

1-1=0
And if there is none
Lonliness no longer existing or created
Like the darkness being burned away by the sun

First it was us three
She and you and I
But together we killed you
And she is really I.

So there was only 1.
And rather than sit here in this empty numbness
I'd awe in wonder as she came one last time
To my quaking, shaking head.

Leaving this world
So I might feel that elation one last time
Joyful tears spilled down my face
She is the exalted poet, penetrating her rhymes.

Revalation, revolution is the solution
Forget any contemplation
Do not act on your mind's hestation
This is the final elation.
Now do you feel the elevation?

And her words pierced my ears;
And there was none.



[b]Shattered Pieces[/b]

Crash.
Bang.
Crack.
Shatter.

That was my life.
That was my life you've dropped there on the floor.
Look at all the shattered pieces
The shattered pieces of my life
That you made.
Like a picture.
A sharp, stinging, bitter picture.

I didn't realize I was so fragile.
I didn't know I had put so much faith in you.
Now I know.
Because of all the shattered pieces
You've dropped there on the floor.

Shattered pieces that cut deep
Blood seeps
Killed by my own fragility
Killed by my foolish faith
Shattered pieces lie there on the floor
A bloody, bitter picture.

Shattered pieces in the mirror
Broken reflection of what once was
Now distorted and disturbed
Destroyed by your hands
As you pounded with your angry fists.
The mirror tells no lies
I am as shattered as that mirror.

Feel them dig deep
These shattered pieces
Deep into my wrists
Shattered pieces dip into my red life
Drink and you shall be full.

Drink my life
That you shattered apart
You shattered the ribs
To get to the heart
So now that you have me

Drink deep.

Drink deep from the shattered pieces of my life.


[b]Sleeper[/b]

Sleeping, my love, do not wake me
For waking dreams can never be
A dream so deep
Cascading, breathing sleep

I am the sleeper
I am the dreamer
Awake my dreams shall fade away
As if they had not been this way
As if they had not been
A child's whim
Gone forever to opened eyes.

So love, leave me lying here
Do not worry, do not fear
But join in me in this endless dream
Sown together without the seams.

Caught in the whisper of children
Forevermore forgotten, nightmare's den
Tempered radical, sleeper's cry
Sleeper's sigh
As slowly, I die

Yet with bursting, bleeding, beauty
The dream explodes again
Sleeper's tragedy is so wonderful
That I might wonder if that wasn't really that at all.

So lover, stay here with me
Stay with me and you'll finally see
How beautiful the dream was
And many shall become one
One shall become none
As we sleep together
Forever
In this endless ecstacy.


[b]This Time[/b]

Again, like a broken record
Full of static and a forgotten tune
So I deluded myself again
Thinking that this might be true.

All that I wanted
That one simple thing
It seems it was too much to ask for
Like a kept promise ring.

Now I play the fool again
But there's no acting on my part
Punished for my searching
For my silly bleeding heart.

But this time I won't fall
I refuse to succumb to my own foolish desires
This time I won't give it away
Now that I've learned that to be burnt is to touch the fire.

This time I won't be that silly girl
I won't be that naive fool
If loneliness is where I'm bound
Then silence will be my tool.

This time I won't hope
I'll take nothing on faith or assumptions
Because the cold hard truth is
These things only lead to self-destruction.

And even if this hurts
Even if not caring kills me
I won't make the same mistake
Of wanting something that wasn't meant to be

This time
I would rather be cold and dead
I would rather be a machine
Then be hurt like this again.

This time
I swear I'll forget this ever was
I'll erase the thought of love
Alone I'll stay, because,

I won't do this again.


That is one long post. XD

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=firebrick]I'm not going to analyze anything, there are no words that would match what I think and feel upon reading your poetry.
I simply take pleasure in the beautifully embroided artworks that is laid out here and allow it to flow into my mind.
I let it speak to the chore of perception and inspire me to create.

Simply gorgeous, Charma. That is all I can muster to speak : )

[SIZE=1]Now post moooooooooore ; )[/SIZE]

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[Muad'Dib]

Karma, this is your best stuff yet... and I'm not just saying that. I can't say much about Her Part III, and Elation was kinda... scary? To a certain extent anyway. Shattered pieces seemed rather defiant, like several of your poems (can't remember wich..). Dreamer seemed to flow nicely to me. It was actualy kind of touching... the last one was a bit much... I mean, five poems on one post... and that's a LOT for you.

PS: Mimmi, in case you didn't know, you mis-spelled Karma's name.

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Elation was based on shooting my mother and then shooting myself.

...no, I am not suicidal. I was just very depressed and angry at the time I wrote it. In a weird, happy way.

Charma is Mimmi's most special spelling of my name, and she shall so spell it that way. Leave her be. I love you Mimmi. =D

And now for poems:

[b]Heaven is Hell[/b]

This was a contradiction
That became a truth
Upon a thinking compulsion
A sayer of a sooth.

And we never thought
The things we feared and the things we sought
That pain and bliss might be one
What we loved and what we shun
They were the same.

Because a heavenly bliss
Meant forgetting all we once loved
And surely we would miss
Those forsaken beneath those above.

They said to us "All shall be forgiven"
Only to try again
But then what's the point of holy living?
It's like tatooing skin with erasable pen.

We're just going to make the same mistakes
Humanity won't ever learn
Just admit that we're forsaken
And forget your fear of being burned.

Heaven is Hell
And Hell is Heven
It's all the same
All in pain
Nothing's changed
So why waste life
Being afraid of what you are.

So many different religions
Overlapping
Flapping around like silly pidgeons
Slowly sapping
All the life and the truth out of you.

Like diseases they come
Infecting the masses
Changing others and making some
Wedging into social classes

Fussing and whining
Like little children
Like the little children they hypnotized
With their stories of God and Satan
They argue over the tiniest thing
While underneath all the pretty words
There was greed and selfish
Blind
Belief.

Power and Money
Sex and Lust
Run the world round again
Spinning like a crazy top
Right out of control

Watch the Earth fall out of her eliptical rotation
As the crazy people argue
Over all the superflous complications
Took two lines paralell and made them skew

The sky fell
And dreamers died
While all the time they argued
As truth liquified
And they bended it to their will.

Stars came crashing around us
And we finally realized what it was
Heaven is Hell
And Hell is Heaven
Suffering eternal
So let's be happy whilst we can.

It took so long to realize
That the stupid things never mattered
Forget the compromise
We can see the truth now.


[b]Moment[/b]

I've stopped here in this moment
As the world moves along slowly
And it seemed all these added components
I didn't need them anymore

Like healed skin sheds the dried blood
I'm shaking off this dazed depression
Washing off all the clinging mud
Forsook the deluded obsession
And felt freer than I have in months.

I woke up rather shocked
Like a sleeper from a cruel nightmare
As my eyes adjusted to light and beauty fair
I was awed by the harmony that had been there
All along
Right in front of closed eyes

Stumbled then stood a little stronger
I found I could ignore your words
And I guess I'll stay here a little longer
Because all for being ready to give it up
Maybe there's a reason to stick it through.

And the cleared vision is so wonderful
I think I'm braver now
Now that I can see that this is beautiful
I don't have to wonder how

I was so lost deep inside myself
Crying all the while
And I felt so misunderstood
Laying there in such a pitiful pile

Yet all the sudden it came
Like an ocean to the desert man
Scary but so relieving
Knowing it's not all sand

And this moment seems so quiet
Even with the music playing
And I have a little box of happiness
A soft epiphany, silently smiling.


[b]Oxymoron of a Lie[/b]

A burning match
Buring with all the thoughts
Inside of me.
All the hate and all the love
Burning

I swear I died today
Burned alive
From all the things inside
I was burned alive
Consumned by all the things I tried to hide.

And mindlessly hating you
Was the only revenge I could do
And nothing pulled me through
Where's your shoulder now?

I couldn't tell dying from being alive
Because all it was was pain
And the exact thing from which my soul thrived
Killed me in the breath of a lie

The burning candle that was life
Set fire to my soul
A heartbreaking compassion
And a raging lashing
A contradiction
A paradoxical truth
My life
That was an oxymoron of a lie.


[b]Die[/b]

I need to stay calm
I need to forget
All the mistakes and all the pain
But I swear I'll never regret
All the words I said

And I'm tired of you
Done with your self-righteous stupidity
I'm suffocating in all your arrogance
Like a cat panting heavy in humidity
Exhausted and morose

I'll take some Crayola markers
And draw funny tattoos all over you
So that you can look like the fool
That you really are
A humourless clown
Who doesn't belong.

I need to forget you
So hurry up and die
I never really wanted you
So please
Hurry up and die

I'm an impatient person
And I'm impatient with your cockery
You're a simple mockery
Of something that held value.

The impatient person hates to wait
And you're annhilation couldn't come too late
Just take a gun to your head
And die
Die
Why won't you die?

Like a screw in my skull
A needle in my finger
You're painfully annoying
And I'm about to pull the trigger
To close the curtains on your stupid little world

Dim the lights
Harken lady night
And watch you die
In a must-see comedy film of the year
A standing ovation
Cheers to your blood, hear hear!


Whee. I think 6 bottles of 24 oz soda is a little too much. Maybe I should lie down for a bit...

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=firebrick]Charma, Charma, Charma ^_^

I can feel all of the poems you just posted, more or less. They feel very honest and honesty is good *nods*

"Moment" felt almost... blissfull. Like those rare moments when you're not muddled in your brain. Sweet.

- Mimmi [/COLOR]

[Ashley_the_blr]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KarmaOfChaos [/i]
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The impatient person hates to wait
And you're annhilation couldn't come too late
Just take a gun to your head
And die
Die
Why won't you die?

Like a screw in my skull
A needle in my finger
You're painfully annoying
And I'm about to pull the trigger
To close the curtains on your stupid little world

Dim the lights
Harken lady night
And watch you die
In a must-see comedy film of the year
A standing ovation
Cheers to your blood, hear hear!
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I can sooooo relate to this, it's like you climbed
into my head, and translated everything. woohoo

[KarmaOfChaos]

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Sweetness

You're all sweetness
Sugary love deep within my soul
Ecastatic, erratic completeness
Just being with you makes me whole

Born from the quiet, hidden pools of water in your eyes
Echoing, rippling, shaking my flesh straight down the bone
A beautiful, dripping, aquatic sigh
Naked in birth of realization, made of your existance.

Sweetly drawn in shades of charcol
You sketched my heart out in grays and blacks
Outlined in blue hue the deepness of my soul
Skilled artist's handicraft
Creating belated perfection in the simplicity of a truth

The simple sweet truth
Is that I love you
Raw and bleeding kiss uncouth
That is what it is.

Sweetness, we're so imperfect
And that's the beauty of it all
These wonderful defects
Are what makes this love real.

Reality is honesty and pain
But happiness is there too
And though this sporadic, spastic world drives us insane
Know that this moment, I love you.

I can't predict the future
I don't pretend to understand forever
All that matters is the here and the now
Sweetness, we are together, forget the why and how.

I am your love's creation
Sweetness like Christmas calendar chocolates
And that extra sugar square in your tea
Sweetness, I love thee.

Like Shakespeare's eloquence
Your devotion wrote me into existance
Sacriligiously divine scripture
Kinda like Picasso's pictures
The pieces fit toghether weird
And the colors are bright and awkward
But sweetness, it's a masterpiece all the same.

You And Me

Falling leaves of amber gold
Like glittering tears
Of the willow trees
They cry every season
Yearning for the spring

He wrote the melody in pencil
On scales of copied black ink
He wrote a song
A song just for you and me
A song for the fall

Autumn brings endings and beginnings
As things die and things are born
Whisperings of fairy dust flakes
Flittering through the chilly, bright blue morn

The dress she wore was made of off-white
Like something not quite pure
Touched by the unicorn's horn
She threw a wish into the darkened sky

A wish for you and me

The leaves are changing colors
Like the different moods of the oak
His roots crawl through my veins
Pulsing deep within the Earth
Deep within my heart

Eyes like brown fudge
Soulful and willing
Hair like blonde chocolate
She grinned the smile of the children
The children of the fall

A grin for you and me

Holding hands
Through the changing things
And maybe this is different
Maybe this is old and maybe's its new
But we're still together
Holding hands

A glove for you and me

This autumn was made for you and me.


Droplet

A droplet of blue on the rim of a cup
A daughter's tear on the porcelain cusp
A falling star on the crescent's tip
The crimson liquid on a lover's lip

Drop inside the cracked antique glass
Numbing anstesia, this too will pass
A breathing sickness, gasping rasp
Flittering eyes as the morphine drip holds life in it's grasp.

The droplet falls, quietly splashing dead on the ground
The tear rolls down,
In a sounding silence as the reason remains profoundly unfound
The star crashes down to earth in a beautiful suicide
Stained, glittering pieces of mass accidental homicide
The liquid bleeds from the lip in a tragedy we all must abide.

Cracked, then shatted, a frail broken memory
As the glass falls to floor and straight out of history
The needle slips out of the skin
Dripping liquid life, and proclaiming humanity's sin

Racking breath slows to a stop
A epiphany of quiet horror
As realiztion of life's fragility
Began to sink in.


Shadow

The accusing yet cowardly shadow
Hiding behind the monster of finality
Grinning spiteful, nodding your head
As the monster drives me into insanity

Everytime I try to move
You're the voice in my head
Taunting and teasing with questioning sighs
You've got me doubting what I've said.

Follow the quietest step I make
An unwanted shadow, cursing me again
Pull the string to make me stumble
Stand up once more, as you wait for me to end.

Hiding faults behind pathetic excuses
And all these made up lies
A dark gray liar of hypocricy
I'm so lost all I can do is cry.

You are my constant shadow
This is no psuedo-paranoia
You are my morose neurosis
Sitting here in a false euphoria

You are the shadow of my destruction.

-Karma
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=firebrick][b]*drools incoherently*[/b][size=1] <--- can you do that ?[/size]
Well, I just did ; p

Sweetness was sooooo gorgeous, I'm gonna steal it and keep it all to myself [i]*nods*[/i]
The others were also very good, of course, but I just couldn't get past "Sweetness" fully *sighs*

I'm not sure my brain can take more poetry now XD
But as always, I want moooooore ; )

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[lea]

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Karma is the weaver that stitches vibrant words into amazing colorful tapestries for all the world to admire
^.^ [/COLOR]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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[b]Jus'[/b]

Struttin' down Pandora's street
Sexy stalkin' with bare white feet
Smirking silent secrets
C'mon lady, let's just leave it

Winking words, hush your mouth
Swimmin' with clothes on, soaked and doused
Little red chevy
Whoever said we needed to be ready
Jus' get in and go

Laughin' in the mud
As your horse chews his cud
Jus' get back up again
Mare's only waitin' for you to say when

Crumpled notes in the back
A tumble in the sack
Keep on goin' till you've hit the end
The press rewind and start it again

Waitin' aint gonna get you nothin'
Ignore the doubt and blare rock n' roll din
Cherry red lips wish the kiss
Jus' lean in and hope you don't miss.

[b]Song[/b]

Softly singing words of sweet solitude
Humming clandestinely to your quiet self
A secret song of your own heatbeats
A melody made of you

Violins made of heartstrings,
The rhythmatic pusling of a heart's drum
Lyrics etched in salty blood
Your eyes spoke the words you sang inside

Blissful echoing of a soul's choir
Echoed away into silence
But you could still hear it in your head
The music made of you

May it never fade away
This song that belongs to you
The lyrical, satirical, musical love
With an off-beat rhythm played blues
A harmonized crescendo
The notes written upon your soul.


[b]Words[/b]

Your superflous, ranting words
Keep pounding in my ears
Continuing on for all of forever
As I try to lose my ability to hear

Dejected, beaten down and exhausted
Like a patient injected
With your accusing, hateful words
As slowly my soul is infected.

Spilling tears of unwanted fears
Effect of your screaming soliloquy
My own sorrows suffocate me
Blinded by cries, I cannot see.

-Karma
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