Devil's Lair...
-
Empty
Bitter well,
instances in a nutshell.
An empty magazine
- cracked shells.
Like a vexed brain after a spell.
Holding a jar of peanut butter on hand.
Gel to be emptied
opens well.
A food to be feasted on.
Left no room for remorse.
An instance
of instances.
Thoughts accumulated waiting to be expelled.
A mind which is set to run free,
who odd to be shot dead 1st?
Is it the bald man on the stage?
Or is the one who is running wild? -
Originally posted by Devil1976:
......
In the name of [b]sex....
The days without sex...
Like bodies in rags...
Coldness & hunger....
Cravings which last....
The thoughts without facts....
Through muscles they grab...
Of minds with all sizes...
The sensations they lust....
The minds without maps...
Like distance, they stretched...
Through senses they proliferates...
An instance, they flashed....
A life without facts....
Indeed's a trap....
Sex without love....?
Emptiness it reflects....[/b] -
Search
For feathers on my wings.
Quantums, people, Devilism -
theories on a blink.
From withins, departed, many,
devoteds.
Like spells on the everyday streets.
So common.
So sacred.
So secret you can't see.
Reasons, beliefs & excuses.
For existence, diminish and voids
of self consoles..
and others' woes.
Very hard
throughout the nights...
Into the days...
Along this narrow path of my life
for a lost piece of my mind... -
Ghost of myself
Trapped in a machine,
trapped in a world.
Trapped within the image of thy self.
Learning to appreciate,
learning to nurture...
Learning to grow under the fruits which quench no thrist.
In black, red, blue, white.
In images of yours and mine.
Folds of layers,
of legency and tales;
of beliefs and disbeliefs..
Friends and foes.
Trapped on a plane.
A singular axis.
Tiny as a star dot.
Slowly I create. -
Programming error
WAKE.
BRUSH teeth.
Wake.
Alarm clock.
Wait.
Picture the time of the day,
the time on hand,
the time on my finger tips.
Artist with a brush painting
the day from dawn till dusk.
Not a fine piece of detail to be missed out,
not a chance to be shut out.
Not just about a piece of art.
About life of one and many others...
WAKE.
On desk.
Not a min too soon.
All the virus attacking the office,
all the trojans ready to attack your desk top.
Holding a mouse to your right,
keyboard or pen in the left?
Error.
Shouldn't we have 3 hands?
Works pilings,
more coming...
Battle, has it just began?
WAKE.
5 mins before knock off - LATE.
BREAK - to walk a LONGER distance requiring more BREAKs.
SICK?
AWAKE
on my bed.
Head resting.
From a
WAKE I've just attended of a colleague's...
Nice chap.
Bright future?
Eyes closed.
Waiting to be AWAKEN..
Not meant to be found dead. -
Touch myself...
Fondle...
Love...
and care...
Misleads everywhere..
Just when ya thought ya see a soul so
NEAR...
A shadow it slowly turns and then into a GHOST...
A man with a smile who's intention you can never tell
of friend or foe
or just a tale?
Slowly you sink,
back into your embrace..
A world so COLD
yet none so close..
The world we sat
of lies and fats..
And wicked smiles beneath the hats...
Of mock,
I touched myself...
From hatre,
I taught myself...
If you need a little quiet cold love..
Search...
And you would find yourself... -
Let's love
Make love beautiful skin to skin
Make life meaningful when 2 souls are together
Let pieces of me touches pieces of you to its completion...
Let our lips seal,
like 2 roses blooming for one another...
Let passage of life runs time over our bodies...
Let us understand each other... -
Systemanics
A line of evil hearts,
guide me from the start..
To roam in their favour...
Hope I don't leave a mark on my son as cut...
A sheet of nylon screen,
blinds me on my path...
To run for a distance...
Tearing my soul apart....
An abundant of restless thoughts...
Pieces of nuts...
Shattered and scattered...
Fallen apart..... -
Originally posted by Devil1976:
So dun b notti.
[b]Systemanics
A line of evil hearts,
guide me from the start..
To roam in their favour...
Hope I don't leave a mark on my son as cut...
-
Some 'choices' in life are not as straightforward and clear as they seems to be....?Originally posted by DeadPoet:So dun b notti. -
At least we still have the free will to make 'choices'.Originally posted by Devil1976:Some 'choices' in life are not as straightforward and clear as they seems to be....?
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The sky, blue
The rose, red
The world, dark
Actually, it's all empty...
The light, darken
The Life, dead
The Dark, Lighted
The Death, lives beside you...
My heart, here
Your Heart, lost
My Life, sad
Solution, Death... -
the knife
shiny
the reflection
scary
the image
yourself
the coldness
you heart
the knife
your heart
slash
blood -
is devil emo?
-
Absorbing a Clear Light
There's a line down the shore, I can see it.
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel it.
Though I have not achieved my contentments,
I can sense the stirs around me.
So deep their swirls,
they truly absorbs me.
There's a light ahead, I can see it.
Even with my eyes closed, it penetrates me.
Which being could have missed such a gift of sight?
Which one should be denied pass through the mist of mind?
When one becomes too many,
and many comes back together as one...
This moment I shall control. -
Sometimes we think we do...Originally posted by DeadPoet:At least we still have the free will to make 'choices'.
But in actual fact... Having limited knowledge of what 'little' choices we truly have... -
Reflects a certain amount of 'truth'..... But this 'truth'... If you can't absorb it in proper sense, you shall be absorbed...?Originally posted by popikachu:The sky, blue
The rose, red
The world, dark
Actually, it's all empty...
The light, darken
The Life, dead
The Dark, Lighted
The Death, lives beside you...
My heart, here
Your Heart, lost
My Life, sad
Solution, Death...
"Close eyes to the sight, and you shall escape.
See pass the sight, and you shall be enlightened.
Failure, and you might be easily consumed."
I personally advise you to speak to a / some counsellor(s) or professional(s) about it.....
Alternatively, you can find time to chat with me if you want?
Oh yes.. Talking to a particularly close friend or many friends over an extended period of time sometimes might work too...? -
......Originally posted by popikachu:the knife
shiny
the reflection
scary
the image
yourself
the coldness
you heart
the knife
your heart
slash
blood -
This devil? Not really.Originally posted by gigabyte14:is devil emo?
Unless I allow myself to... Or sometimes when I become too absorbed at my role in playing a human that I've forgotten who I really am.... -
The truth is......
To tell you the truth,
this world is full of lies...
When you tell a lie, you brightens up someone's smile...
When you tell a truth, it can often not be very nice...
No matter how you craft or try....
The truth is that most people are s uckers for lies....
They enjoy it like glue sniffers - get them high....
Without a thought,
without a mind...
Without a self dignified...
The truth is often sad, bitter and coarse to swallow...
Yet these are the rules we have to follow...
The lies which pushes the WORLD
and pictures the mind.....
The truth is of the tragedy we've created
but only to bellow..... -
Lost Identity
A mask on the floor which caught my sight.
A face on the floor,
I've lost it.
To burn or to tear,
DEEP within my souls.
To FEAR I am THERE,
DENIES THIS....
To know but to HOLD,
a candle's light...
To WIPE or to STRIKE,
ABIDES IT... -
Away- in pouring rains
Do not touch me when you do not understand.
Do not pretend.
Do not look me in the eyes
but try to deceive me.
Do not come near me as I'm in a world of my own.
Do not sit beside me.
Do not question me whys,
when you can't even answer to yourself.
I strike,
it kills.
Do not attempt to confuse me with your silence.
Yours do not matches mine.
Do not have to understand me.
Do not have to try.
Do not have to lie to myself.
Why even try? -
Dust
Humanity bites dust,
reality runs fast,
insanity rise tasks,
be accused!
See the beauties of life...
Feel the ugliness by side...
Lost of many in sight...
So quiet....? -
Friday the 13th...
Come, welcome to my bed. Talk to me.
Come, whisper into my ears.. What can you offer me?
Come. Take your steps closer, and embrace me.
Come, let us merge as one.
Gone. Those tiny ones.. Sing for me...
Gone. Shadows of lessons, sink for me.
TIME. To fight this silence.
Aroused, the break of moment.
Come, take what you need..
You deserves it.... -
Rots
On the greens,
in the house,
on the sofa,
the decaying minds of others...
Stink,
there's a foul.
Not in my home,
not at my kitchen,
not with my peace,
I watched the television.
Ease of mind
for now.
Prey
on the selfishness and isolated minds
of many tiny ones...
Broken,
one day it shall be.
Clean
the laundries, the cups & plates, the forks and spoons,
the table and pencils.. Papers and articles...
Empty
not a restless soul.