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I have to admit that was a really lame title for a thread. Haha.

I wanted to share with you two poems I wrote, both about relationships. Tragic ones, both involving death. What IS IT with me and death poems?!.. I was just in the mood, really. Comments, suggestions, anything, please! So I can improve. =)

Poem#1:
The End of my Sufferings
The grief you have given me resides in my veins
And the love you’ve once provided me now slowly wanes.
Leaving me in this pit of nothing but consternation…
Darkly looking at me and placing me in damnation.
You’re the man I thought I knew but unfortunately, no I don’t…
Longing for your desire to show compassion although you won’t.
Suddenly reminding me of times you treat me like vermin,
Leaving me on the cold dark streets, you left me into mourning.
You mercilessly ate my flesh, deprived me of my soul,
Spitting out all the bones of remorse, but now I scream no more!
I’m holding a dagger and sadly I’m tilting at the end of the line.
But were you there to stop me? No… now I’m burning up inside.
I fall in a whirlpool, filled with the haunting, lasting memories.
I gradually am saved from the dark… from the torture of your intimacies.


Poem#2:
His Mistake
Looking at himself in the mirror
Definitely feeling much worse than before
His voice echoing in his empty room,
Calling for someone to save him from doom.

His hands dripping in crimson red,
The terrible guilt swelling in his head
Remembering the girl screaming for her life
As he approached her threateningly with a knife.

Slashing furiously, looking for console
It was only in this girl that he found home
Wanting in his arms forevermore,
He'll kill her and possess her soul.

And the evil deed accomplished at last
His feeling of dread starting to amass
He possesses her body, her remains locked away
But he's unable to bring back a single happy day.


You will notice most of my poems are dark. I'm trying to experiment with the way Norah Jones writes her songs... I'll share my works with you when I'm not too ashamed, haha.
 
Stella Leanna said:

I’m burning up inside

I fall in a whirlpool

Stella Leanna said:

Looking at himself in the mirror

Remembering the girl screaming for her life

It was only in this girl that he found home

But he's unable to bring back a single happy day

nice. you remind me of kim gordon.
 
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my favorite band.
 
the only way I can describe it is it's perfect noise. the sound shifts from upbeat, cascading guitar lines to low monitor feedback over quiet drum repetitions. kim is usually cold and composed on most of the songs, but now and then she'll pull of a throatripping scream. it's totally erotic.
 
The only girl band I know who does screaming is Kitty. So that Kim's a second. Erotic eh? Maybe I might check them out. =P

O shit I just noticed my sig, it kinda looks like dead hair don't you think? =P
 
*squints*

Looks like dead hair. Poor me. :(

Saying it's a cracked mirror, it makes the sig lovelier, but ah, my eyes are weird today, so.
 
Woohoo! Eye power! =P

On the other side? Hmm... never thought about that.

A perfect world, perhaps? =P

(Bye Bryan-my-soon-to-be-husband :p, talk to you later :)
Tell me if this is annoying you already. =/)
 
no one looks in a mirror and just sees glass on a door. it's the way that we see ourselves, an identity outside of our bodies.

food for thought.
 
bobbyburns said:
no one looks in a mirror and just sees glass on a door. it's the way that we see ourselves, an identity outside of our bodies.

food for thought.

I always wanted a cube of mirror. The whole of the inside would be mirror reflecting against itself, and then there be one little bit that was that two way glass stuff so I could peek into the cube without my own reflection getting in there. But I'd need a light source too else it would be too dark to see anything. But I suppose I could get that conductive polymer stuff running through a layer of the glass and that could power a gentle glow that wouldn't interfere too much. It's be a very expensive and pointless thing to own, but it would make me happy for an hour or two. Maybe there could be a little slot to pop things through so I could see their infinite reflections when I got bored of staring at mirrors reflecting nothing but themselves.

In restaurants that have mirrors on opposite walls, if you ever see someone jiggling from side to side trying to see reflections inside reflections, that's me. :eek:
 
bobbyburns said:
no one looks in a mirror and just sees glass on a door. it's the way that we see ourselves, an identity outside of our bodies.

food for thought.

write a book man. :p

that reminded me of the Mirror of Erised. ^.^
 
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