Devil's Lair...
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Come my Roses, speak to me~
Before you I smiled,
get close to me...
With one look you sensed,
killed instantly...
Before you I stand,
but don't touch me...
Move any closer,
and you shall see...
The thorns on my body,
pretty may be...?
But once you're engrossed,
hurts cannot cease...
I'm a pretty rose,
so won't you talk to me...?
I won't bite you...
Just sting like bees.... -
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DP? Why you keep on calling me?Originally posted by Devil1976:-DP-
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Shallow waters~
With each turn of stones it just keeps getting clearer...
The wrinkles on my face... My ugliness...
With each touch of the bed it just get even darker...
The mud in your face... Is this what they call 'grey'...?
With each lift of my finger....
With each strain of my might...
With each thought of persistence,
I dig my grave.... -
Hardworking moderator... In the nights....Originally posted by DeadPoet:DP? Why you keep on calling me? 
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Struggles..
With each breath of the air,
it just get clearer...
Help... It has deserted me....
With each struggle,
each grasp for life...
Each pain felt within me...
My heart... It's still working...?
With each move I made,
each big ones...
Each tiny ones...
Meaningful ones...
Meaningless ones....
I'm still in this state...
I struggle... Get out of my bed...?
Where would I go....? Away from who...?
With each fight...
It just proves endless...
Efforts... Minimised...
Effects....
My eyes WIDE OPEN...
Air is PLENTY....
Life is diminishing...
ANGER. ANGER.
Me. TODAY.
LAST DAY?
We shall see tomorrow?
If there is one for me....? -
Basic Food Hunt
MOS Burger!
FOOD, FOOD, FOOD....
MOS Burger!
Fries? Nay... Butterflies...
MOS BURGER!
Better... With chili or ketchup?
MOS BURGER...
YUM YUM...?
MOS burger...
Not... Well-cooked...
MOS burger....
SUCKS....
Mos burger....
FOOD, FOOD, FOOD.....
What can I have today..? -
all the poems seem so darK! but gotta admit that at the appropriate times, you can actually understand where all this is coming from... -
What do you expect from a Devil?Originally posted by randomalien: all the poems seem so darK! but gotta admit that at the appropriate times, you can actually understand where all this is coming from...
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He was and is not a Devil...Originally posted by DeadPoet:What do you expect from a Devil? 
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Rat Cage
Hold you by your tail, put you in your cage...
Rat fights... Blood would stain my eyes....
With each turn, each scratch, each bite...
You survived... NEXT.
More than meets the eyes....
I picked you lots in a bundle, and shake it so gently...
BITES. LARGER PIECES of IT.
Are you suffering? Is it frightening? Isn't it amazing?
You still couldn't figure it out....
FIGHT. Today I put you in a cage.
My AMUSEMENT. My ENTERTAINMENT.
For MY EYES ONLY...
Look at the funny things you do....
Night.. You got out of the cage. Run the road.
Like a true winner. Like a free soul.
Morning. I see your body on the street.
Mutilated.
End of the 'game'. End of everything. -
I AM STILL a Devil... Just that people often have MISCONCEPTS about DEVILS... DEFINE them as a 'FORM'....Originally posted by kaobeikaobu:He was and is not a Devil...
"One day Devil bumped into a WALL called GOD. GOD shows Devil how MIGHTY IT IS and struck a PACT with the Devil. Challenges Devil to the 'NEXT LEVEL' and put a TEST on the HUMAN KIND..."
"If I'm really as GOOD as they say I am. Then I SHOULD BE." - GODISM. -
The 'Next' Level...
I gazed at the Moon above...
Of what lies beyond and seemingly above reach...
To the world I live in...
With the livings under the coverage of sun....
A fish in a shallow pond...?
So little water...
I struggle in all directions...
I question like the blind...
I teach paintings in the dark...
Descriptive.. Of the objects that I can't see...
I stood on my spot.
I stood by myself.
A Devil's world... How noble..?
But what I can't see...
Fulfilling myself...?
I wanna BREAK FREE...
My NEXT LEVEL...
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The Deserted Stage
Take a bow.
The music plays on.
Curtains unwinded.
Lots to see.
Strings of puppets.
Dangling.
Barely make it.
Weak as it seems,
of superficial orders...
Controls the whole show.
Dance. Music.
Drum beats. Cockroaches which flee out of it.
Dance steps. Steps.
Dead cockroaches on scene.
Laughters. Excitements.
Muffle the dead ends.
Children.
Time for bed.
Curtains. Unrolled of rusty frames.
Revealed. The rotten footworks.
Welcome to maggots' home.
Termites join in the funeral's wepts.
Hardly visible to the audience's eyes.
Come laugh with us.
Come cry with us.
Come dine with us. On the stage.
Where the voices are no longer there.
The spirits are no longer there.
The meats are no longer.
Except for the rottings. -
Wrong~
Wrong. Every step I take. Wrong.
Every direction I turn. Many people which I asked.
Wrong. You or me?
Wrong. In a confused stage.
Wrongs. So many of them.
Everyone wish for the rights and yet nobody eliminates the wrongs.
Comfortable with it? You are right.
You are wrong. -
Dust
Dust.. A pact.. Of settlements...
Dust. A proof of time.
Dust. A collection of history through time.
Dust. Untouched.
Layers. Covered. Undiscovered.
A tale to be blindfolded...
Dust. Things got in your eyes.
Dust. What you struggle to see?
Dust. Why get your fingers dirty?
Dust.
Bits of collections. You can hardly breathe through.
Light and invisible. Heavy as it settles.
Dust. As you flips through it.
Dust. The sensation makes your eyes red. Not sad.
Dust. Never seem to bother you before?
Does it? -
[quote]Originally posted by Devil1976:
Hi Devil! Long time no read your poem, but this time can feel you got many weighing on your mind izzit? About job? life? love? let u stress? -
About UNCERTAINTY. But strange thing. I ain't really much afraid at all? Maybe I'm just not there yet?Originally posted by Missing:[quote]Originally posted by Devil1976:
Hi Devil! Long time no read your poem, but this time can feel you got many weighing on your mind izzit? About job? life? love? let u stress? -
Where is exactly there?Originally posted by Devil1976:About UNCERTAINTY. But strange thing. I ain't really much afraid at all? Maybe I'm just not there yet? 
Just take thing one at a time bah. -
There is when at least I'm walking the path...?Originally posted by DeadPoet:Where is exactly there?
Just take thing one at a time bah.
That's really where the interesting things come into pieces now... Isn't it? -
Lonely boy~
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
why are you so sad?
I'm not sad.
I'm just alone.
Looking.
Lonely boy,
why so quiet?
Why eat alone?
Sit alone?
Where are your friends?
'Friends'?
Over there....
But ain't you cold alone?
I am.
Has always been a cold boy.. -
Lonely boy~
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
why are you so sad?
I am not sad lah.
Lonely boy,
why so quiet?
Is there a problem? Just don't feel like talking lah.
Why eat alone?
Because I like eating alone.
Sit alone?
Are you crazy? You want me to stand eating?
Where are your friends?
They don't need to work meh?
But ain't you cold alone?
So? Big deal. I like to be cold and being alone. So can you please go away?
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Hope you don't mind. -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Hehheh... So you were also once a 'lonely boy'...?
[b]Lonely boy~
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
why are you so sad?
I am not sad lah.
Lonely boy,
why so quiet?
Is there a problem? Just don't feel like talking lah.
Why eat alone?
Because I like eating alone.
Sit alone?
Are you crazy? You want me to stand eating?
Where are your friends?
They don't need to work meh?
But ain't you cold alone?
So? Big deal. I like to be cold and being alone. So can you please go away?
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Hope you don't mind. [/b]
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Still am, and I am damn proud of it.Originally posted by Devil1976:Hehheh... So you were also once a 'lonely boy'...?