I liked Traces of Sanitybetter than Dream Pedigree, but they were both works of art. Great job! :)

Thanks peoples.
Yeah, I was kinda anxious about Dream Pedigree. It's not really ... what I like to write so I didn't do a good job IMO.
Would you believe Traces of Sanity only took me ten minutes to write? Editing and all. :xp:
Tis true! :lol:

- Lazy -


The pillow case sings a song for me,
it's time that I got back.
A brown autumn leaf falls, it's not meant to be,
But it's OK. Sit back down and relax.

All the little things that we are,
makes us the same in being different.
Nothing bad can come out of being good,
besides, it's not as bad as how bad we are at commitment.

Balloons, sand, and the sound of the guitar,
it's what heaven's supposed to be.
Let's go now, it's time to get in the car,
the only heaven is where you're right here beside me.

I see things that aren't there,
and I beleive that you don't care.
It's not that I'm going crazy,
it's just me, and how much I'm getting lazy.

Sing a line and I'll play a tune,
let's see if we can get something going.
Green in the sky, it's just the balloon,
I wonder if we'll ever stop falling.

The moon rises in your eye,
a leaf from a dream falls into your face.
Say it now, it's just another lie,
it's so funny how we can fall from grace.

Pick a yellow box and read the note what's left behind.
Can you breathe, anymore?
Follow the trail the wind draws for you and tell me what you find...

It's something inside.
It's not wrong, it's not right.
It's not real, it's how we are and who we're meant to be.
What do you say, do you want to be free?

I see things that aren't there,
and I beleive that you don't care.
It's not that I'm going crazy,
it's just me, and how much I'm getting lazy.

Pass me another shot,
it's your turn, have a draw.
You better check how much we've got,
we're just having fun, it's the law.

I can't believe my jeans got stained,
by the hillside we fell down.
I can't even remember if I fainted,
all I could see was the giant clown.

I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling and I can't stop.

Sometimes I wish we were eagles,
sailing through the sky.
We wouldn't do anything which was illegal,
the time I'd stop is when I'd die.

And I see things that aren't there,
and I believe that you don't care.
It's not that I'm going crazy,
It's just me, and how much I'm getting lazy.

It's time to see, it's to feel,
that you aren't really here with me.
I'm standing out here now, what's the big deal?
After all, it wasn't all a dream.

Was it?

I see things that aren't there, you standing beside me.
I believe that you don't care, it would have been different.
It's not that I'm going crazy, as I said: it wasn't all a dream.
It just me, and how much I'm getting lazy.

Spread those wings and lets finally see if we can fly.

Closer now and I'll show you what it's like.
Falling down, don't give in, don't give up the fight.
Don't go digging and you won't find anything.

I see things that aren't there...

Are you really there, or am I just ... ?

- Horror's of the Winged Gho -


The demons of Gho,
They fly through opened portals.
The windows in the towers,
the walls shiver at their calls.

I sleep not, tonight.
Nor forever.
An eternity as a demon.
A demon of Gho.

Great beast, hear thy screams.
Thy has thee soul, splitting at the seams.
Thou thy do not know how you came to be,
my life, my line, is all but nothing of me.

Cry I will not,
but whimper in the dark.
Stay here, and make me rot, sweet innocence.
My eyes pierce, stark.

Equivocal sense;
exonerate my lost dreams, for I dream them not.
You dwell into the rivers of obscenity in my mind,
Strand of memory, the origin of such things in kind.

Night as come, but ho! She did not leave!
The moon is as beautiful as always.
But Gho is LOST! DERANGED!

... BEGONE! Lost beings, begone!

I will always fly sweet lady.

Frosty tears of shattered memories,
My lies and dreams are still within you, this I know.
I will never leave, this thee must believe.
Take me now, sweet demons of Gho.

Oooohhh .. A fourth in a row post.

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It's coming.
Lo, it is coming!
Something which cannot be seen.
But something that you can destroy with but just one look.

Wow, that poem had me looking over my shoulder

Great work!

Thanks. I was just so bored so I just done that on the spot.
I have no diea as to what it means or anything, lol.

Right there is the result of random improv! :lol:

Oooohhh .. A fourth in a row post.

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It's coming.
Lo, it is coming!
Something which cannot be seen.
But something that you can destroy with but just one look.

Oy, you're ILLEGAL!!!

Awesome poems Mr. BFA, you definately have a gift for it!:D

Cheers, CQ.

I was thinking about posting them all into one post but then I automatically thought, what would be the point?
Anyways.

Another bored-out-of-my-mind-on-the-spot thing. Hope you like.

- Life of Truth -



Black wings,
bespectacled things,
watch as it begins,
when a demon sings.

Don't be afraid,
of what Gho made,
of where she laid,
down, down, of where she may bathe.

Orb of seer's,
forgive these tears,
sacrifice our years,
all as Gho leers.

Stare, no care,
begin, to sing.
fulfil lustrous thoughts.

Only to have them taken away.

Okay, I really like all the ones I've missed! :D Yea, I had some catching up to do. :/ Sorry 'bout that. :(

Ha, thanks, Endo.
No worries about the having to catch up thing. I know what its like :lol:

All I can say is Fantastic work BFA!

Thanks to both you :)

Here's another one. I'm sure you'll agree with me when I say it's VERY simply written. Not much effort was pt into the structure of this piece. I just wrote and this is what was left. I didn't even look at it until I was done.



- Untitled -

Good-bye.

Sleep now.
There will be no more worries for you.
Call me if you need anything.

Take a deep breath now,
never forget the feeling I had for you.
You don't have to say anything.

I will always try to remember,
everything that I have to forget,
but something that will always stick with me,
is how you played me like a marionette.

I'm not angry.
I'm not sad.
I'm content.

I wish I could feel more.
I know I'll miss you.
It's proven as my heart is still sore.
I will always miss you.

Your laugh,
my smile,
our life will be a life forever.

It's enough,
for a while,
until the next time we'll be together.

I just wished you would have given it another chance.
I hate you, but I love you.
It's sad really.
It's something I can not get.
I'll never forgive you. I'll never respect you again.
But I'll always miss you.

Good-bye.

I don't think it really needs explaining what it is about. I'll just leave it in saying that somethings can go the complete opposite way as to how you want it to sometimes, and that sometimes ... well ... it can hurt more than you want it to.
I'm sorry to say, but you'll probably never top this, masterfully written, puts most professional poets to shame, kudos to you Mr_BFA, kudos to you :golfclap:

Thanks Bini. That's some pretty damn good praise right there.
Who knew that simplicity could be thought in such a way.

Anyways .. another one:

- Wiltered Wars from Past Memories -

We stand here,
Above the end of time.
Seeing all that was to be,
Being with all who fought with me.

We stand here,
Waiting for the time that comes soon.
Not knowing their whereabouts,
The fires of hell caress the shadow of the moon.

Over the seas and plains we have stumbled.
Fighting the things only from nightmares.
Filled with strength that sometimes we fumbled,
Seeing the things the mortals were taught to fear.

Clashing steel and splintered shield,
Standing there gripping the sword we wield.

To be ghosts of the future from the past.

Thanks Bini. That's some pretty damn good praise right there.
Who knew that simplicity could be thought in such a way.
The KISS rule:
"Keep it simple stupid"

I almost stood corrected on what I said about you never surpassing that other one, almost. Another beautiful poem, good work, again :thumbsup:

Amazing poetry, Mr. BFA, absolutely amazing. Have you ever considered publishing the poems? These are excellent, lots of feeling and imagery, and it sort've reminds of Lord of the Rings poetry, a very very good thing!

I've thought about it. But then I'd have to get an editor, and an agent and stuff and when I think about it, it just takes up too much time and money and at the moment, I have neither, :lol:

Thanks for the comments though :D:D:D

I like "Lazy" :) In "Life of Truth", who's Gho?

Thanks Bini. That's some pretty damn good praise right there.
Who knew that simplicity could be thought in such a way.

Anyways .. another one:

- Wiltered Wars from Past Memories -

We stand here,
Above the end of time.
Seeing all that was to be,
Being with all who fought with me.

We stand here,
Waiting for the time that comes soon.
Not knowing their whereabouts,
The fires of hell caress the shadow of the moon.

Over the seas and plains we have stumbled.
Fighting the things only from nightmares.
Filled with strength that sometimes we fumbled,
Seeing the things the mortals were taught to fear.

Clashing steel and splintered shield,
Standing there gripping the sword we wield.

To be ghosts of the future from the past.

Excellent work, BFA. An interesting name.

You know, now I feel like writing a sad poem, or watching a sad movie, AWESOME POEM!

@Bee: Life in Truth is somewhat of a sequel I guess to 'Horrors of the Winged Gho'
It's just an original depiction of a demon that I've made up to represent despair, death, Night .. you know .. the usual things poetry can be about, :lol: :xp:

Cheers for the compliments people. Anyone with extensive knowledge about poetry and see's anything in which I can improve on, please, don't hesitate to tell me about it :)


Anyways .. yeah ...
Thanks again. :D

Something I never thought I'd post ... for a number of reasons.

- An Ending Serenade -


As the early airs,
Of sun-swept fires,
Land upon your fair face.

My heart beats mourningly,
As the last light fades,
From your desired grace.

For I wept-
In doubt,
As to whither you are,
For thy heart is lost,
And thou art weary with pain.

Now, that future is almost gone:
But say not it is lost.

As the final thread is sown.

As leaves will fall,
From the dread of frost,
Your spirit shall linger.

Even as your life is forfeit,
Your eyes glitter,
As bright, as the above starlight,
Your beauty blinds me of sight.

But say no more,
Forever; shall it be,
To live is to die, after all,
As the last dregs of life,
Ebb away from your dearest hold.

For an enternity of life beyond all things,
Enternity of weeping,
Being robbed from trouble and toil,
The life-force is seeping.

Into the never-ending,
But never acsending;
Your spirit shall linger.

Something I never thought I'd post ... for a number of reasons.
:eek:
I'm so glad you did, you actually wrote one better than the one I said you'd never surpass, congratulations. This ones gonna be difficult to top.

I think I have a clue as to why you didn't wanna post it...

Amazing poem, Mr. BFA. Absolutley amazing.....This one is by far the best I've seen, ever!

This will be a tough one indeed to top.

Now, as you say...

CHEERS!:D

Thanks, guys. That means a whole lot. Really.

Here's another very personal one I've decided that it's time to post. I think I actually these up once but I deleted them a while back cause yeah ... Didn't want em up at that time. Now I feel its a good time. New Year = New Beginnings, hey. :D
Anyways ... Here it is:

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- Bitter Sweet -


There were no tears,
There were no saddened faces.
There were no cries, or shouts of anger,
For the amount of years, that it had took for her to go to the place,
Of all places.

She stood out, in the middle of the hallway,
Looking from side to side with a tear swept gaze,
Her mind racing, forever wondering,
As she thought back to the days.

One, silent tear, caressed her bruised vision of beauty,
The bight blue oceans of her eyes closed,
Her hair, flowed vigorously through the night air;
A blood-red rose, it's petals fell to the ground below, without a voice of care.

No-one thought, no-one knew,
An angel, a saint, a martyr of the innocent - yet stung:
As the bird flew, so close, but a mere speck in one's vision.
Someone was lost.

Another soul, another feeling,
Just the same cost, no matter at all, just another view of seeing;
As her spirit floated away, without uttering a single word,
A trail of mist, sorrow, blinding - Her spirit faded away,

Leaving behind, just one more sense, of a bitter sweet memory.

That was an odd one, some of the lines were a bit weird to read, thus affecting the overall flow.
Other than that, another solid poem, I like some of the choices of words :thumbsup:

It was meant to be written like that. I'm not sure if it's a specific style of writing however. Just one of my ways to write.
Anyways...
A more darker one this time around. Let's see what you think, shall we?

- Damned Nights And A Bitter Swell -

With a wiltered rose,
came the shadowless horde,
cloudless lightning forked across the sky.

Horse and man,
shield and blade,
the moon stood hellbent in the sky.

Fire breathed ice,
malecious intent,
silent weeps for the storm.

Her whisper sent a shiver,
down the young men's spines.
As her snakes began to slither,
the blood rain fell in time.

"Wait for me in bed my husband!"
cried out the witch.
Satan's leer smirked fanatic,
her crisp black magic,
formed a demon, creating satanic's end.

The beasts snare was there,
in the light of no care,
with a heartless stare,
there was no repent.

Circles breathed in fire,
as the hour grows dire,
who now can save the knights?

A young man yells, "look out, sire!"
before the demons sends his soul to flame.
Oh, the shame.

Creatures of the Black Witch.

Sickly threads,
countless deaths,
corpses feeding the earth.

Creatures of the Black Witch.

"Off with her head!"
"Condemn her soul to hell!"
Unknowing her soul was already unearthed.

Creatures of the Black Witch.

Your poems are gorgeous, Mr_BFA, and have so many layers of meaning. You have a way with words. :) What inspired your latest poem, exactly? It is indeed very dark...

Thanks Em. Glad you like them :)

The latest? Well, I had a dream the other night and I tried to describe whilst adding a few extra bits to help keep it somewhat interesting. Weird dream it was...

- Forever Outsane, Inbound -


Some might say that I am a lonely man,
I walk down a lonely road by myself.
But they don't look close enough,
I walk more crowded than any man can.

Memories entwined in time,
circling layers upon layers of deaths rhyme.
Ethereal sense, my corporeal beast.
Eating away my sins; what a feast.

A boxed up mind, I walk the line.
The line between dream and reality.
Beneath each rhyme is a truth inside,
look me in the eye, swear your fealty.

Paradoxial world, scream your whispers.
Unspeak your deepest and darkest secrets,
and I will listen.

To steal my thoughts is to steal my core.
But not to worry, I take you soul,
All in all, you are forgiven.

Many are a part of this world of mine.
Many are not aware of this world in time.
Some things I take more myself, your pain.
But not to worry; I'm not insane.

Cry, cry, cry useless tears for me.
You're only crying because of you,
for what it is to be,
now and forever, you are me, and I am you.

Some might say that I am a lonely man.
I walk down a lonely road by myself.
But inside I am anything but alone,
I am eternity; I am through; I am scared; I am you.

- The Soft Touch of Death's Unknown -


Black days,
brighter nights -
forsee my life.

Sickening breeze,
with what do I see?
Fire, in hell, in strife.

String theory,
Mediocre metaphor,
with what do I give thee?

Stricken misery,
that, do I adore,
in life, am I free?

Are our sins ever forgiven?
Forgive me if I've never tried.
It this the end, or the beginning?
Please don't go back, to when I cried.

I suffer to see thee in pain.

Thy lay in frost,
suffer the cost,
may you rest in peace.

Tenderness lost,
what do you want most?
To stick true to your belief.

To see the garden,
to watch your mind harden,
to be with no memory.

Walk within grass,
watch you life run past,
can you ever forgive me?

Truth is what I'll always seek,
truth is something I hope I never find.
I look to the future, my god is it bleak,
I am sorry that I must leave you behind.

I pray to the wind that you can find your way through the rain.

Excellent work, Mr. BFA:D The first work was very good, very excellent, very emotional:D Very good in my opinion, I listend to sad music with both...you definately mastered the emotional ability in these poems. The Second work's 'story' sort've caught me as the character in the story was wandering and wondering what was the truth, partially hoping not to find it, possibly in fear. It was indeed emotional and touching, and in a way, quite sad. Excellent work, Mr. BFA! Post more poems!!!!!:D

Cheer's, CQ. Glad you liked :)
The Second was supposed to give that effect so I'm glad that that worked out :D

Just a few little pieces to keep things going. On the spot so forgive me if they seem ... crap, lol.






Forget all that you have ever known, nothing can save you now. Grow these lies whose seeds you've sown, ominous faces you stare and scowl.


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Live the day for forgiveness, tell that person everything you want to say. Fill up your emptiness and take me away.

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Sacrifice your wings dear angel,
relieve me of my sin's.
Help take me away from this hell,
take me now, before it begins!

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I watched you fall from grace,
you stood there right in front of my face.
Your words, they cut me like a knife,
my blood drips, leaving trails of my life.

Such a sweet little demon you were,
you sat there whilst you watched them burn.
We'll never die, we'll never leave,
we'll never cry, you better believe.

I'm cutting all the threads,
Not to worry, even when you want us dead.
I see you lie as you sow the stitch.
No time to escape, we're stuck here with this witch.

The mirror shatters from your nasty web of lies,
down in the depths of your ocean of demise.
So come here my sweet necropolis,
satisfy until its over, my sweet little paradise.

Will you be my sin?

[[Wow, I seem to be posting more and more darker things lately... Weird...]]


Blackened Soul


How long? How long will I have to stay here for?
I stare at these four walls every minute of my never-ending day.
Their stares, their stares shake me to my very core.
Will I ever find you? Will I ever find a way?
To free myself from this pain inside.

My melancholy chorus is my dream,
wandering down a blackened hallway all I see,
is my pride and sadness fall into one,
I try to see the sky, but I can't see the sun.
No, I can't see the sun.

My mind is deep and my scars are fine.
Without this cup of sanctity, all I taste is a bitter wine.
Somewhere underneath my sea of dreams,
lies a chest of pearls and my sweet release.
Ferry my tears from all these years,
to the stars above. To where nothing is never enough.

The treasure inside is the boulevarde of all that breeds salvation.
Lines and lines of miracles, the war has just begun.
I look to the sky, but I can't see that sun.
No, I can not see the sun.

Fires in waves, in smokey smiles,
no more days, say goodbye, I'll see you in a while.
Contemplating me own way, will it ever be the day.

Pretty girl, with a cold smile, she touches me inside.
My fanaticism is just a pen on paper when I see her eyes.
My blinds are open they show me the world.
How cold it is, how warm it is, how different it is when we coincide.
When we take a walk on the otherside.

Down a tunnel where time stands still.
My face in front of a camera what's not real.
Orange bubble of a circle unfinished,
roll down the hill, to nothing, break the seal.

Pop another sense of reality,
no words can explain this fealty.
Tear down this wall, it's not me anymore,
too much colour, too much say,
too much feeling in a non-talking way.

Fall down into a spiral of unrealistically safewords.
These chains hold me down, make sure to undo them afterwards.
Under the layers of black and white, something is wrong, something isn't right.
Pull out the needles and the pins, no matter how much I want it, I will never win.

Blacker days, and blacker nights,
no lightning in this cloudless fight.
I look up to the dark sky,
but no I can't see the sun.
No, I can't see the sun.

Where I go and what I know is something that I never know for sure.
I walk down the road and end up at a dead end street.
My life, my soul, my lies all bottled up into one,
where they meet, how they sound, if they even notice the sun.
No, they don't even notice the sun.

In my room there is no shine,
there is no universal rhyme.
No fall of any kind, except for my own eyes on the ceiling above.
Can it be fine?
Will it ever be fine?
I look in the book for the definition of love.

Vibrations of my sanity, caress the walls of society,
and in the end will I get to see all that I was meant to be?
Inside the layers of our soul, the war has just begun...
But I can't see the sun.
No, I can't see the sun.

Forgive me life, my darkened life, will I ever find it won?
I await the day where I will see, if whether or not that day will come.
The day where I will finally be able to see the sun.
Where I will see the shine.

Forever outbound in my sanity,
in this box of cliche memoirs, I swim in vanity.
But the day will come, this I know,
Where I will see it end of snow.
Where everything will be won,
Where I can finally see the sun.

I can finally see the sun.

You must have alot of spare time :xp:

Very nice, as per usual, but I still stand by my comment where you'll never outdo that one poem, brilliant nonetheless.

That last one though, it seems more like lyrics for a song, almost seems like something Opeth would write, which isn't a bad thing :D

@Bini:Lol, I don't have that much time, I just like to quickly write this and that down whenever I can. Glad you liked it, and yeah, I like some of Opeths material as well.

Here's another that I wrote just last night.


- Untitled -


I tried to help,
why couldn't you see?
The screams and words you belt,
you forgot about the most important thing.

Our lives were intertwined ever since that day.
I just hoped and wished that I could find a way.
To help solve all of the problems, from all the letters we sealed,
but the deeper I reached, I realized,
that not all wounds can be healed.

Every wrong turn took you down a deeper hole.
Some nights you refused to come in and stayed outside in the cold.
I write this now, and I put everything I mean in bold,
hoping that you will take notice of these words pouring from my soul.

You, we, would stay out all night,
we'd have a good time, then come home and fight.
Everything we did to ourselves, we knew it wasn't right,
but we did it anyway, hoping to see the end in sight.

I choke on the fumes of my clean, yet abhorred life.
Sometimes I just want to get back the better days.
Strife, is a welcomed ingredient, but then I remember just how much it pays.
Pays to walk down the roads we've been;
to see the demon's we have seen.

I tried to help,
why couldn't you see?
The screams and words you belt,
you forgot about the most important thing.

That not all loves have to be unrequited,
to live life, is to care. And to die is to live.
Please, just remember all of our mistakes and forgive.
Forgive me.
That's all I ask.
Forgive me.
And I will not fail in this final task.

Interesting, dark and beautifully written, although it really could use a title :/
Maybe something like Darkness Eternal? I dunno...

Yeah, I tried thinking of a title when I wrote it but I just couldn't come up with one hey.
Cheers for comment, btw. :D

Very excellent work, Mr. BFA!! I must say that it is quite emotional and the story is quite touching. I look forward to more, so POST SOON!!:D

Thanks CQ :)

OK ... Now ... For this next one, I give a warning:
If you are a person with strict morals and strong beliefs and wish to not tred amongst the darkest side of life, I warn you to beware and slowly walk back and turn away from this screen (or just click back and whatever) and stay away from this poem.

If, however, you wish to stare into the depths of my mind and see how dark and twisted and broken a human mind can be, then by all means ... Read on!

Read it, and then ask me what it is about (if you don't already know) and I will gladly divulge what you wish to find out.
I would say enjoy, but this poem is not meant to be enjoyed in anyway. It is meant to be feared, and sad.
I do not mean to be cliche, but I say feared, because this is always a possibility in one's life that he/she must try to stay away from.

Here it is:

Injected Heaven


Here I am,
with needle in hand.
No more lies;
it's no surprise.

Trying to keep the demon's out,
before they start to shout,
again, I pierce a vein,
help me please, keep me from going insane.

You can't save me (why can't I save myself?)
Don't disdain me (I can't live without your hell)

It's time to say,
what you already knew,
it's come to that day,
where you and me are through.

I have to say this,
before I die,
even if I can't escape it,
I might as well try.

I need you, I want you,
I love you, but I despise you too.

You are my drug induced bane,
my outlet of my insanity.
Without your touch, it's never the same,
when I look in the mirror, all I see,
is your vanity.

I try to hide,
from the demons outside.
But they still peer in,
seeing me; that I'm still alive.

They don't like it,
they scream at me,
to get back in that bathroom,
where I'm meant to be.

Every time I see the sky,
you pull me back down,
I scream out, "why?"
but you just sneer at me whilst I drown.

Are you the Devil?
Is this my hell?
Am I dead?
I cannot tell.

I sit in the dark corner,
and rock myself to sleep.
I say everything's fine,
try not to cry,
but a split second later, I begin to weep.

I need you, I want you,
I love you, but I despise you too.

All my thoughts and fears,
I write in this book.
I keep my mind away from your ears,
but you always manage to get a look.

You taunt me with whispers,
Of all these false dreams.
I laugh and snicker,
whilst my mind is tearing at the seams.

I'd cut up another line,
but I'd rather die,
Grab that needle, and
jam it in my eye.
Anywhere but there.

Forgive me if I fail,
God knows that I tried,
I'd love it if I just died,
but that'd be too easy,
I'd just end up in here,
getting ready to cry.

You torture me,
by slowly killing me.
You tear and rip at me,
but keep me alive so I can see.

That nothing will ever come my way,
it's repeating itself over and over again.
My blood goes drip, drip, drip down the kitchen sink.
As my eyes start to blur,
I can't even being to think.

I finally die, yes I float away.
I can't believe it ended this way.
But then I stop and open my eyes,
it was all just a dream, another one,
of your many lies.

Sing softly to my broken heart,
for voices scare it and give it nightmares.

Here I am,
with needle in hand,
no more lies,
it's no surprise.

I need you, I want you,
I love you, but I despise you too.


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Wow...

Words cannot describe that, so I won't bother.

Although I would like to know what it's about, I didn't quite figure it out.

Drugs.
It's about doing drugs.

The allure, the temptation, the effects...

One of the worst mistakes a person can make is by doing the aforementioned.
From what I have gathered (from certain sources I've come across the past few years) They know that it is killing them, they know that they have to stop, but to stop would be to lift of a warm blanket off them during the middle of a freezing cold night.

Its meant to be a deep insight into just what can happen.

I'm not trying to be a preacher or anything 'cause I believe that people should do what they want, try what they want and just have fun. Just don't let it carry you away until you can't see even yourself in the mirror anymore.


So yeah, that's what its about.
Hope I cleared it up for ya, Bini :D

Ah yes, it does fit.

Very well done :thumbsup:

What's that you say? I light-heartened piece and not a dark and depressing or dark and ... dark .. piece???? YAY! Thank God herself!

Yes people. Finally. A light hearted piece inspired by a VERY special person I know :D Ahhh.... So good.
Anyways ... Here it is!:

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Sea Gypsy

A pair of converse shoes, and a big top hat.
I bet that you wish, you could look like that.
Orange hair, and masquerade mask,
I know whats under that coat;
I don't have to ask.

Striped and spotted spinning parasole,
I grit my teeth as you steal my soul.
Your power over me, sweet sanctity,
with your stare over there you strip me
maliciously.

Sometimes I wish it's true,
that the world was spinning round and round,
but always stopping when I suffer, and always
going when I give up her, but with a smile
and a wink, I don't have to think.

Slick hair, shiny eyes and a mouthful of surprise,
Keep me up at night, it's OK, it's alright.
That rain patters on the roof, fill me up,
to satisfy your sweet tooth.
Come here, my psychadelic fantasy,
be my beautiful and innocent, Sea Gypsy.

F, C, G and end it with D,
the only sweetest progression is you and me,
try not to throw me away like another utility,
I'm a man, and yours I'll be,
if you promise to be my, Sea Gypsy.

Wash your pills down with a shot,
no need to worry when you're on this type of hot,
streak,
and no matter what, whatever we'll be.
you'll always be to me, a beautiful and
innocent, Sea Gypsy.

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I likes :D:D:D

I refuse to believe you wrote a light-hearted piece :carms:

Beautiful piece nonetheless, although I prefer your dark stuff ;)

Well, you have definately proven yourself to be an excellent poet of both light-hearted and dark poems! Excellent work, and I hope to see more soon!! You are quite the poet!:D

@Bini: Haha, well beleive it. I wrote it :lol:
@CQ: Cheers, CW! Always a pleasure to hear that about my work :D

New thing:

- Untitled -

A smile like a wiltered rose,
excessive abuse with spit.
Stick me with your needled love,
pierce my heart, rip it out, tear it.

I'm not a killer but a spellweaver a seducer too,
I'm just a scar in your life when it is through.
I choke you with my stare until your mouth and eyes turn blue,
I will stick you with my crucifix of shame and see what ensues.


How's that for a darker one??? :xp:

Geez, talk about dark :xp:

But, to be honest, I didn't like it, the rhymes were a bit off, such as 'spit' and 'it', the choice of words was not to my liking, and it was a tad short.

Just my 2 cents

Hey, I can't like all of your poems :xp: