Devil's Lair...
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The Weird Traffic
Tubes of journals,
Pieces of papers,
flights of members,
took sight....
Folded papers
land on ventures,
ports of books with
open invitations...
The lines of people
all packed to counters,
what sight of magnitude
it could be?
Yet time and over,
no spectators
except minds that's creeping
with weeds....
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As I lose more and more of myself... I see less and less of me to define...
Many times there're so many pieces which I wish to put down into words... Onto 'papers'.... But seems like I no longer even have the luxury of that nowadays.....
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Dark Shoes
Morning.
I got into a pair of my dark life today.
The path is heavy.
Highly undefined.
The destiny it brings upon
myself
dissolves the rest of me.
I won't be noticing
the difference
as its part of all our ugliness.
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april got ktv.....
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Originally posted by hondapons:
april got ktv.....
You DAMN FUNNY MAN!
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Very Little Time to find a Life.......
"I wake up. Each Morning.
Greeted by the things I need to do.
Things I need to accomplish.
I walked through the graves as if they were all mine.
Little do we know, no difference they make.
One day I be resting.
Mock, you fucking heads.
For the moment I close my door.
Peace it shall remains."
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Feast of the night...
Oh what a height....
They gathered for the
feast of the
beast
where time would not
tell of their stories
but tales of secrets and
lies....
Through the silence concealed and the
ends which are tied up according
to plans which were forsaken
in god's name they shall not be spoken.
Oh what a night....
Where shadows lurked in the corners of
dead men who are slaughtered only to
be believed as disposed bodies they should be...
Of hands and laughters,
blood and murders,
silly mumbles
of
in
toxicity.....
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Originally posted by Devil1976:
Feast of the night...
Oh what a height....
They gathered for the
feast of the
beast
where time would not
tell of their stories
but tales of secrets and
lies....
Through the silence concealed and the
ends which are tied up according
to plans which were forsaken
in god's name they shall not be spoken.
Oh what a night....
Where shadows lurked in the corners of
dead men who are slaughtered only to
be believed as disposed bodies they should be...
Of hands and laughters,
blood and murders,
silly mumbles
of in toxicity.....
Hmm.. Screen not wide enough... Perhaps this is a weird poem where long sentences appear... Notice the true break points are the ones with a wider sentence break before the next active sentence... Some words are simply pushed to the next sentence because the sentence is too long.... That's why I've always preferred to write on a book...? LOL. <- Now even my emoicons are gone... This forum... ~Sigh...~
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Many times wished to write my poems when they came to me... But little time I have.... Often... Work just broken my thoughts.... Into scattered pieces... I mourn for them.
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Born by me~
Hear me sing...
Like a star in the sky yeah....
Like a moon with the light ohh~~.....
Like a blue.
Like a diamond.
Like your dreams stretching into the night..........
Like the feel in your eyes oh~~....
Across the field meets the sky oh no....~
Like you're mine.
Like a rhyme.
Like your hands are touching mine... OHhhh......
Wohhh ohhh.....
Like cya.... Like cya.....
Like cya mine......
Like......
It feel~~... ss... Like......
A moment stood in time yeah....
It feel~~..... ss... Like....
Like cya.... Like your mind's touching mine.....
Like your breath holding mine....
Like a seal can't deny ohh~......
Like you're me.....
Like I'm yours....
Like....
Ohhh.....~~~
Wooh.....~~~
Like.... Like its.....
Ohhh.....~~~
Wooh.. Ohh......
Just like this.....
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Hi Devil, what are you still doing here? This forum is closed you know.
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Hi Devil, what are you still doing here? This forum is closed you know.
Self-indulgence..... LOL!
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The inside and outside...
The
door closed behind my back.
By the door I stood shut before my eyes.
The fact that no space is left in between them,
makes drawing air from the fine line suffocating.
I watched as the chess plays on,
from dusk till dawn I just observed
silently.
Keeping my eyes on every move,
not knowing when to rest away.
At times I just wish to sleep away rather
than to waste away.
By knowing not what actually decays me
when I'm stripped of all my armours.
Would god have mercy on me?
I'm sure he would on a devil.
If this devil doesn't hold a tail
nor wings to flight of freedom...?
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Ghosts
A thin whisper of silence in the air,
not a chance the night would pass too quickly.
For it is a moment where they grab your heart and rip it apart,
why should they even think of letting you go too hastily?
Like a ghost you sat and wept through the coldness of the dark,
by a bed of memories....
Through each other's souls
we see the ghosts of our past,
now struggling to face our reincarnation....
By the quiet steps that took place in the hollow house,
no one seems to see the ghost beside them....
Yet the ones living within them,
rest not till the morning dawn....
Walking despairs running into each other,
transparent non-existence dissolving in your face....
Sit. by the edge of the small cellar.
For it is a warm and suffocating night.
The tension is high,
the madness is blind.
Yet lies within
the dying hearts of two
cold spirits....
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Manslaughter
Curtain unveiled.
Heads roll.
Eerie smiles.
Rotten hand claps.
Shake of your hand,
feel the bone pierces.
Looney tunes play
unsynchronised in the background.
Mutters.
A line of old faces
too familar.
To whose names do they belong to?
Silent
weepings in vain.
Call not thy name.
Young boys.
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The Best
Cream of the creams,
best of the broths.
A soup which boils plenty,
The spice of the rooks.
Yet serve not its master,
the chief who can't cook.
Wasted old minced
broken rules....
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No Exit into the Night
Dreams do not move, the doors are heavy.
Small tiny notes, build into thoughts that are plenty.
Mind that could break through existed in time forgotten,
rats that are nice would have been killed bewildered.
Mazes that are large, shape the worlds of non-existence.
Words that are cunning, bury the spirits of too many.
Life which is cheap, made for the lives of massive.
Time which is free, drift by the night like windy....
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Silent night....
So many people is tonight,
yet so silent is my night.
So many thoughts which surrounds me,
but none I've kept in sight.
So many strangers beneath me,
so confused is my mind.
So many to be written,
on one single's night.....
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The Red Rain
Everybody likes the sun,
whatever colors it may come.
Glare like a dice that slices through an ice,
makes your heart melts so willingly...
Yet as we look
through
beyond its healthy shine.
Those angry eyes
weary of hollow minds.
Individuals look
for an answer they seek,
so they waited patiently
for that rain to come.
But the only sun
could produce none
that one would gladly anticipate.
Finally come
the moment of runs
where cold red blood
boils under the pressure.
Then there were none
but a holy sun.
The rain it spreads
send chills of red down the river.....
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The Sleeping Deads
Blinds exist is the mornings,
life exceeds us.
Mind exits on the livings,
god abandoned us.
Hands assisted on the railings,
the poles can't guide us.
If dreams have lost its meanings,
asleep,
we are tasked.
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All the posts origin from u, eh?
Sound so dark & lonely.
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U guys should read the Constantine comics. ;p
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Originally posted by RedizAlertz:
All the posts origin from u, eh?
Sound so dark & lonely.
Yeah.. All from me....No comment on the 2nd sentence.....
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U guys should read the Constantine comics. ;p
What about it....?
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In my Bed....
Sleepy dreaming dreaming me,
of a sleepy dreamer I can't possibly see.
The moment I wake,
they vanishes into the air.
Oh dreams, how could they be?
Yet if I wake in my sleep
then beams I can see,
yet touch not unless they are real?
So for me to see
and for me to be,
I need to work on my bed of roses....