Post by Lou Cypher on Jun 4, 2004 2:28:05 GMT 8
And yes, I know poetries isn't a word 
. If you don't like dark themes, don't read on... I had to talk with my school's guidance councilor because of these (he thought I was depressed).
Dread
I am here in the dark,
Surrounding your dreams.
All is now quiet, but hark!
And hear suffering screams.
Alone in the dark you cry,
But alone you are not.
For here also am I,
With fear and fire so hot.
Drenched in cold sweat,
Your heart beats like hell!
Wake up quickly or let,
Fear overwhelm, oh so fell!
In the darkness I lurk,
A fear in your head.
I’ll never surrender,
Not ‘til you’re dead.
My name is Dread...
^ My first poem ever. It was fun to write (all of them are actually)
Wall of Black Flowers
It stands there so tall,
And will not be moved.
Seems to be a wall,
But that can’t be proved.
Deviant it seems,
Pure blackness throughout.
From a land of dreams,
No one knows about.
A dream of darkness,
And tall dark towers.
And then of course this,
Wall of black flowers.
^ The rhythm on that one made it really fun to write. Tested my wits for sure.
Insanity
Into the endless pit descend,
If only you could make it end.
Searching for a familiar face,
Find only madness in this place.
Some time goes by unsteadily,
And then you finally can see.
Chaos is order... you believe,
That in your mind you can perceive.
They come to you in coats of white,
And bind you up despite your fight.
A lifeless place with sterile labs,
A syringe into your arm jabs.
Hectic colors enter your head,
This craziness you wish were dead.
Calm it becomes and quite too,
Your mind is free, belongs to you.
Again they come with jackets white,
This time you go without a fight.
To a metallic room you’re led,
The men proceed to cut your head.
You try to stop them and explain,
Alas the truth is... you’re insane!
^ I found this one mildly amusing, but it's really nothing special.
Why?
Why should I continue this way?
Light has gone,
Hope has fled,
And all that I loved are dead.
Why should I live for tomorrow,
When tomorrow has destroyed my dreams?
All I had is no longer here,
Replaced instead by this pulsing fear.
Why should I finish the race?
The prize is nothing but death.
To die may bring me peace,
But the suff’ring may never cease.
Why is life worth living?
Why do people try?
Why I ask, but then a thought,
Why in god's name not?
^ One of my most serious poems... contains a good message
.
That's all for now. I'll write up more soon.
. If you don't like dark themes, don't read on... I had to talk with my school's guidance councilor because of these (he thought I was depressed).Dread
I am here in the dark,
Surrounding your dreams.
All is now quiet, but hark!
And hear suffering screams.
Alone in the dark you cry,
But alone you are not.
For here also am I,
With fear and fire so hot.
Drenched in cold sweat,
Your heart beats like hell!
Wake up quickly or let,
Fear overwhelm, oh so fell!
In the darkness I lurk,
A fear in your head.
I’ll never surrender,
Not ‘til you’re dead.
My name is Dread...
^ My first poem ever. It was fun to write (all of them are actually)
Wall of Black Flowers
It stands there so tall,
And will not be moved.
Seems to be a wall,
But that can’t be proved.
Deviant it seems,
Pure blackness throughout.
From a land of dreams,
No one knows about.
A dream of darkness,
And tall dark towers.
And then of course this,
Wall of black flowers.
^ The rhythm on that one made it really fun to write. Tested my wits for sure.
Insanity
Into the endless pit descend,
If only you could make it end.
Searching for a familiar face,
Find only madness in this place.
Some time goes by unsteadily,
And then you finally can see.
Chaos is order... you believe,
That in your mind you can perceive.
They come to you in coats of white,
And bind you up despite your fight.
A lifeless place with sterile labs,
A syringe into your arm jabs.
Hectic colors enter your head,
This craziness you wish were dead.
Calm it becomes and quite too,
Your mind is free, belongs to you.
Again they come with jackets white,
This time you go without a fight.
To a metallic room you’re led,
The men proceed to cut your head.
You try to stop them and explain,
Alas the truth is... you’re insane!
^ I found this one mildly amusing, but it's really nothing special.
Why?
Why should I continue this way?
Light has gone,
Hope has fled,
And all that I loved are dead.
Why should I live for tomorrow,
When tomorrow has destroyed my dreams?
All I had is no longer here,
Replaced instead by this pulsing fear.
Why should I finish the race?
The prize is nothing but death.
To die may bring me peace,
But the suff’ring may never cease.
Why is life worth living?
Why do people try?
Why I ask, but then a thought,
Why in god's name not?
^ One of my most serious poems... contains a good message
.That's all for now. I'll write up more soon.
