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Poetry club - Poems, ballads, lyrics. Words with sentiment are to be shared here.
  1. What's new in this club
  2. I am a boy. A boy that likes to play. A boy that like to sing and dance, A boy that has some grand old days. A different boy. A boy that likes to write, A boy that watches from afar, A quiet boy that loves his life. I like to think I'm normal. A boy that can eat and drink, A boy that likes sharp things, A boy that sort of thinks. But I know I'm not. A boy that toys with strings, A boy that can control things, A boy that loves to sing. But what's wrong with me? A boy that cannot feel, A boy that cannot "do no harm"... A boy that cannot feel.
  3. Title: Head in the Clouds One step upwards, two steps down, each time I lift my leg, wait, 1 second passes, my foot hits the ground. Head in the clouds, wish I had glasses, because the fog down here, it's got me movin' like molasses, chokin' down these unnatural gases, quick sand cement how the time passes, and it don't stop, not even when I'm flyin', cause I ain't got wings, gotta stop denying, my floor's risin' but not my ceiling, Michael Jordan how I float after jumpin', but always my feet hit the ground
  4. Title: Bright Red Ink The devil's in the details, at least that's what she said, she wrote it all in bright red ink just to get it through my head, signed it with her signature, a name I once held dear, threw it in my face in front of a courtroom for all to hear, stung me like a bee when I'd been sweet as honey, then took my colony and with it all my money, called it irony for all I'd said and done but when it comes down to it in hypocrisy her fortune's spun, so to the sun bid I farewell and to the moon goodbye, for days and nights come but twice a week for this
  5. Title: Ordinary Man Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me, don't you see, I'm an ordinary man, take a look, if you can at this ordinary man Read a book, watch T.V. I'm too ugly for ecstacy, break a leg, drain the keg, now you know what it's like to be me. I'm to la-azy, what is wrong with me, call me ba-aby, please go out with me, wake me from this dream, neurotic fever scene, save me from myself or let me rot in hell. It's painful here, the end is clear, so I grab my beer to wash away
  6. Thankyou! Much appreciated. Yeah kinda inspired by Slipknot in a way. Glad you enjoyed them, I generally write lyrics and poetry in spare time but dont really have a place to share it. Glad someone else likes it.
  7. This is awesome, I have been listening to a lot of slipknot lately so I kinda read this as if they were singing it. Really good and I love the imagery it leaves me with, like a battlefield. Awesome.
  8. Initiation of Death I look around at the bodies around me, broken bones scattered in pieces behind me I am spiraling down I am falling down In my head I have fallen to death I’m no longer alive in my head The battlefield feeds my hunger to kill As I drown in my own blood as did my life skills Cause now in my head I am no longer alive In my head I have fallen to death In my head I’m no longer alive In my head I have fallen to death I am no longer in control of my actions Let alone my desires Neurological Science has taken over Nothing more w
  9. Dandelions and Roses do not mix one draws blood the other licks, painful pleasure, toxic measure, thorns evoke the predator. Hunger grows and it shows, stifled blows, bloody nose, pollinate the ecstasy, but from up here its not hard to see. Essence, aura, pheromone, touch it, smell it, like a drone, listen with your senses dear, maybe it will stop the fear. Rain drops from on high, pity pouring from the sky, starving, starving you're not done, drink it down till there's sun. Th
  10. Title: Cold Coffee Cup The wind whistles, the mill whines, the flesh bristles in these chilled times. The air bites, the sun wanes, from days to nights the earth complains. While mind doth falter, and flesh doth fail, while quiet does psalter, and love doth pale, in the cold, buried all alone, lies an old, cold, coffee cup. While knee's do bend, and feet doth tread, while backs do ache, and earth doth quake, while wind doth blow, and mercilessly so, the old coffee cup doth remain, dully the same. Now, as wi
  11. Title: Say What you Want ♥♥♥ I said you could drown if you wanted to, drown in my love, I don't got a clue, say what you want, but please, please don't forget the view. Oh yes I cried when you walked right out the room, and I tried but its just too much to sweep, with just one broom. So say what you want, I don't got a clue, I don't understand what you're meaning to, do to me, I can see, who you are, who you'll be, and I know you'll be with me, as I'm with you... So say what you want, I don't got a clue,
  12. Title: A Child's Dream (How I used to Smile) Do you remember how I used to cry, how I used to sigh and fake a smile, how I used to lie and live in denial? Do you remember how I used to curse, how I used to fight and how I used to lose? Do you remember how you'd be my nurse? Stitch me up nice with whatever was in you're purse. Do you remember how ungrateful I'd be, playing it cool, hoping you didn't see, what it was like to be me. Do you remember how I used to smile? Do you remember, cause its been a while... Do you remember how I hated the rain, how
  13. This is a book I am working on, it is written in sort of a poetic way soI thought I'd post it here. It is about a Jiangshi, a chinese undead vampire. I may post more of it here later (or maybe I'll keep it to myself, lol) who knows. Anyway, tell me whatch'a think (if you feel like it). I intend to tackle some serious social issues with this. Prologue Darkness, a sound like hooves beating upon the ground and then… silence. A familiar smell entails a choice victim. Only a slingshot from the immutable stance of the emboldened figure whose name has yet to grace my tongue
  14. Title: Sweet Devil As you walk you are bombarded with: pictures of ecstasy, rumors of obscenity and as you run towards visions of serenity you are only bombarded still... And that face, unblinking as if frozen in time hanging onto this one rhyme, it haunts you. Sweet devil. One hand on the bible and the other in the cookie jar, how did you get this far? House in denial, you're pain's gone viral, how are you living now? It's time to put yourself on trial. Would you take a stranger home, hold them down until they moan? Its not a hard question
  15. Title: I Love (You) Poetry "I want to write poetry". Such an inquisitive moment but I remember it so well, the warmth of the words, the paper, that smell... It was like nature was greeting me personally, calling me by name ever so calmly and presenting an outlet to present joy, fear and pain... A tag on which to inscribe my name. I feel that same warmth to this very day, it's a start in the heart that dances softly across the spine; an inspiration all mine. I don't need to think about the words and neither do you, just allow the music in your soul to surge through y
  16. I strike the face of folly Peering not into the future but the past As I wind down that staircase of regret I do not glimpse my own true nature
  17. Title: Language of the Universe (Like an Endless Flood) Bath towels and Cigarettes, long nights unaccompanied by rest, warm water above this bloody drain; I'm being drained myself, I'm being drained. The drip drop of the faucet like an endless flood, wading through this water, wading through this mud. And the language of the universe, it knows my name. The language of the universe knows my name... I'm not the same, I'm not the same. And the drip drop of the faucet like an endless flood. I wish I could turn it off but the handles broken. I wish I could shut it
  18. Title: Porcelain Heart ♥ When the day is young and the bells been rung I'll lie awake in this song I've sung. And the scene will go with a flash of yellow, my heart aglow and maybe a pinch of snow. And I'll lie in bed, 'cause I don't care. Those tears I dread can't find me here. Inside my head its Christmas day, strapped in tight to Santa's sleigh. Phone in hand and flight laws broken just to leave that girl a token, of the word's I've spoken... under the covers with furry lovers. My breath's so hot and my arm aches, but its so easy how the bone break
  19. My Hands Are so Cold My hands are so cold Your breath so hot In my mind I scold For I've missed my shot Every day is rust, no gold Copper coloured ink blot In the secrets, untold That reside in the bloodshot Eyes, they see but what they wish Tongue to teeth, lips on your fingertip And blood stained clothes make the perfect dish When pain comes before simple companionship Lost in a world of another's creation With my claws continuously aching As I carve a path right towards damnation With no regard for how my own mind is breaking Under the press
  20. 136 Friendship, Folly and the Search for Acceptance: My Decision: Fourth Chapter Chapter 4: My Decision He's a friend, who sticks with you till the end. He's a friend who's loyalty does not bend. He's a friend who's shoulder is always wet. Yes, he's a friend you'd never forget. He's a friends who waits for you till the end. He's a friend who does not condescend. He's a friend who'll for you catch others in his net. Yes, he's a friend you'd never rep
  21. It starts first with the thumping, in the heart an anthem rising and from there free-will compromising. Up and down, plod and drown, one with he, one with she. It continues then by taking root of your mind, of your soul; natures goal, logic in the morgue. Dig your plot, its where you'll rot, but dirt is beautiful and sunlight overrated. It's brighter below. Now you're a mole, digging through coal without a prayer for your soul, yes, you are that thumping in the earth, the progenitor of that ever-rising curse. The blind lead the blind and those with sight bind. The blood of men
  22. Let Go Pop the champagnes And roll out the chains Fire in my veins Hold a gun to my brains And go! If three is a crowd we're waging war tonight Riot in the streets under flickering candle light And no one can stop us, no matter how bright For we see the world through touch not sight So if anyone dares to interrupt our delight This vision of vampiric gluttony will sure ignite Fire in the halls, who would dare fight? Listen to the calls and come, take flight Let go! It's an epiphany, the way we live One day at a time is all we give No regrets br
  23. Title: Untitled It's funny, this feeling. Compression, I'm reeling, laugh track and I'm bleeding yet smiling while pleading. My nerves have gone haywire, my mind is on fire, I'd tell you the truth but then... I'm a liar. I'd ask you to stop, but can I quit? Getting back on top won't stop this trip. I'm down on my knees and I'm begging you please, but what for? I'm your whore and I screw with such ease... Gimp with a lighter, today I'm a fighter, tomorrow a dead man or something much brighter. Now you're holding me down but not like you used to, crying
  24. Cotton Cotton hands wrapped around my throat And my mind's control is on remote Cotton fingers pressing on my pulse Can you feel the blood blocked by your impulse? You look so sweet while you strangle me And I can't help but beg and plea For more, for more, for more and more 'Cause everything I want is right at the door Cotton lips pressed to my skin Watch you sink your teeth right in I guess razor blades can't cut your tongue Or else this feverish dream would come undone You sound so sweet while you devour me And I can't help but beg and plea F
  25. Lightning Pillowy soft Neon signs City loft It all aligns ... Watching the rain come down like it's about to thunder But there's no way either of us are going under 'Cause a little lighting never hurt anyone And you've got the marks to show it, you son-of-a-gun! Fingers circling skin lit up by the night sky Everything and everyone has a time to die But in this moment, we own it, and death won't get by 'Cause lighting doesn't strike twice unless we get high I'm busy in the bedroom fluffing pillows for tonight And you're busy in the kitchen trying t
  26. Make shift word play,laxodazical word "Eb' And Flow'". Constricted, entwined 'entangled A cacophony of word show. A stuck-strapped to the bottom of your boots Sinking feeling you know. You lost, remembered. Forgot and found. Quietly stuffing the brightest and quietest dreams you've allowed. Stricken and stitch meaning to all but that and this. The Curved and curling meaning stretched just out of grasp. Bending at the balance for what you wish to take...but they had none to give . ///// Make shift word play Eb and Flow

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