Devil's Lair...
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You're still around...??Originally posted by blue_blue_bedsheet:
nice!
LTNS!
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wow, first post of this thread is "19 May 2004 · 04:54 PM".........
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This is as far as the history with this forum is concerned...?Originally posted by mochou:wow, first post of this thread is "19 May 2004 · 04:54 PM"......... -
devil is as old as time itself mah....Originally posted by mochou:wow, first post of this thread is "19 May 2004 · 04:54 PM".........
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This devil is actually much shorter than time itself.... On the contradictary, do not underestimate the span of humanity... Yet the real challenge would lies in the upholding and upkeeping of it.....Originally posted by blue_blue_bedsheet:devil is as old as time itself mah.... -
A Rusty Bullet
Shell. Singing a solo.
Feeding into blood. Sinking its sorrows.
Tied
with its originality.
Its age.
Its honour.
A rusty badge biting the dust.
Holding ever so still.
Pretendence.
Caught in a momentum. -
We will be celebrating our 3rd Anniversary next year! Time for our annual D & P!Originally posted by Devil1976:This is as far as the history with this forum is concerned...? -
SERIOUS??Originally posted by DeadPoet:We will be celebrating our 3rd Anniversary next year! Time for our annual D & P! -
Thinking only ...Originally posted by Devil1976:SERIOUS?? -
COOL enuf!Originally posted by DeadPoet:Thinking only ... -
Wooden Mental Block
I say, I say.
I spelt enough.
The world of formula spins my knobs.
A smile of may,
a step to light
to face a wall of wooden block.
To wish thy be,
he makes a move.
So tiny his effort,
he seems unmoved.
I questioned his rights,
but who's to judge?
Against a mighty mental sign.... -
My Rotten Souls
Talking to you,
degrade my already rotten souls...
Loving you,
makes me
wanna get out of it.
Wasting so,
my already drowning world...
Fighting you,
is just to get a kick out of it.
Melting down,
I blends in with the dark clouds living around me.
Yet speck of dust
tells me they're white and not black.
Rotten chores,
draining the blood out of me...
Nasty colds
which doesn't wanna kill me.... -
My Rotten Souls
Talking to you,
degrade my already rotten souls...
Loving you,
makes me
wanna get out of it.
Wasting so,
my already drowning world...
Fighting you,
is just to get a kick out of it.
Melting down,
I blends in with the dark clouds living around me.
Yet speck of dust
tells me they're white and not black.
Rotten chores,
draining the blood out of me...
Nasty colds
which doesn't wanna kill me.... -
Ability
Don't you wish to fly sometimes?
To search the oceans and roam the sky..
To walk the beach with a pair of feets?
But what feat that would be....
Compared to ocean deep?
Don't you wish you can hear the night?
At the darkest corners,
within the deepest minds...
To know that someone face to face,
sneaking your way out the tunnel of maze?
Don't you wish you can understand?
With a mind like yours,
yet you can't spend?
To see through the doors and view them again...
Yet again, and again.... -
Semi-Demons
Half of me wishes to smile at you,
yet the other half just denies you.
From head to toe,
I beam a light,
a perfect body or
a rotten soul?
You eats into me,
I cannot breathe.
Your evil look,
you set me free.
The gore I smell,
the blood in you.
Betrays me not,
your wicked tune.... -
SEALED
SILENCE.
From your heart to my void,
my teeth engulf your lips tightly.
I couldn't tell of your stories,
I shall not speak of your truth.
Not like the tiny tunes you played out
of an impromptu lure...
My eyes are sealed
by the light which blinds me.
Whenever I follow,
the ray just stings me.
To the air which you breathe,
and the way which you smell...
If I can reach you from distance,
I would have abandoned you.
The truth is you're lonely.
The glass, it's empty.
The world you peeked through it...
Silently ravish you..... -
Dead Man's Diary
When I looked at you,
you're no longer there.
Your face is empty.
I felt the void within...
Laughters and joys,
killing us in silence.
The park,
2 lonely seats,
a faded photograph.
I wish to speak to you,
but you're just so very quiet.
Your absence's killing me. -
devil
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Originally posted by gigabyte14:devil
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I can't
I do not agree with your nonsense and lies...
Yet I indulge in my own fairy tales...
I do not see what you see,
but I claim that I can see the truth...
I do not wish to listen.
Shut myself down.
In an isolated world.
So tight is the space.
Yet I call it my breathing space.
I do not agree.
I cannot tolerate.
I had cut myself up for you,
yet I cannot stand the sight of it all...
The pain....
The bleeding....
Nothing....
It's the process I've brought upon myself.
My own stupidity
upon my bare hands.
I can't
help but to feel
emptiness. -
Navergation
Never again to step into the meaningless phase of a meaningful life.
Never again to drown.
Never to wander into the spirits of my soul.
Never let others catch a glimpse of it.
Never fight the words so meaningless.
They're like bullets tearing up your beauty.
Never wonder when is the next stop,
do not stop.
Do not stop to wonder. -
My Quiet Space
When I see them falling back on the white sand,
I see my foot prints everywhere.
Every single gesture I made,
every thoughts I had,
captured before me as if
I can see them blink right in my very eyes.
Upon closer inspection,
they seems unbearable.
They have no order.
They hold no superiority.
Like some fanatics waving at me.
Still,
I can't help but to touch them.
To be touched by them as they reach out for me.
The signatures they hold,
their mysteries so bold.
But with one they're so completed.
Days and nights,
I can look into my dark sky.
Not a single word spoken by me.
And yet,
it is them who have brought me upon this journey...
Of a new creation and as me,
their creator.
Rain or shine,
when my mood do not fail me.
Sharp or blunt,
they're cut up as pieces of me....
When one fails to impress others....
Mostly,
indulgence is within me...... -
Decay
I watch your face as it rots away.
A skin so thin and shallow.
And all beneath that's hollow.
Eaten by your breeding ugly maggots.
The powder which tries to purify your soul.
Black soot it should be.
Linger on this creature of darkness
which no light can hold a candle.
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Sleepy Head
They ask what's up with my mind?
All the time it weighs heavy.
Like a piece of metal attracted to the magnetic table,
the bed just sinks it through...
(thoughts broke off by a fire alarm activated! So much for sleepy heads...
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Sadness
Layers and layers
like pieces of papers...
Working their way though onto a heavy bundle...
Lovely pictures and borders,
only be covered in sequence...
Justice... Where would it be...?
To think of a beautiful day
just as one which has passed,
the pursue of it,
if it's a day which would last...
Over and over,
covered by layers of ashes...
darker and darker
as the grey takes in.....