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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:28:44 GMT -5
Because I am bored, and Toyger inspired me to post some of my own poems. I personally don't think they are great. But whatever. I shall post them anyways. Feel free to give HONEST opinions. I won't get sad or mad. Trust me.
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:31:49 GMT -5
I called You answered I called to ask you If you wanted to come over You said yes But when I sat in the chair Just sitting there You never showed up But I never gave up hope I sat Until it grew dark I sat in the chair Alone in the dark You continue to break my heart Is this what you want? For me to be miserable? I continue to sit Alone in the dark You still didn’t come I laid my head in my hands And cried until I cried nomore I ran out of tears I held it in all those years Now I have no more tears There is nothing to live for You hate me and broke my heart I’m invisible to everyone So why do I still live on? I never got to answer that question So I just sat there Alone in the dark But no one noticed a thing Not even you But then again You never cared
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:34:26 GMT -5
The pills slide down my throat Chased by a swig of Jack As I lay on the bed My vision hazing The alcohol clouded my brain My color began to drain How could I let this happen? My life had slowly slipped away Now I am a slave To the pills that set me free To the Jack that helped me I had tried to escape But it could never happen As I had agreed To set my life free
Hallucinating the Past My eyes turned downcast As the horrible nightmare Drifted past As I sit screaming and thrashing I try to figure out If it’s real Or just a crazy dream
As Darkness settled in Over my bleeding eyes Death came wicked Painless and slow Death had me embraced Against my will I slowly obliged Embracing it back
Hallucinating the Past My eyes turned downcast As the horrible nightmare Drifted past A I sit screaming and thrashing I try to figure out If it’s real Or just a crazy dream
Now I lay on the floor Slowly dying from the pills And quickly dying from the bottle of Jack I can’t take my life back How did the bottle get empty? Who cares now? As I slipped away from Life And ran for Death I opened my mouth and laughed
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Post by Toyger on May 27, 2007 16:38:44 GMT -5
The first one, I really like. I can relate.
The second one is scary......
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:41:17 GMT -5
Thanks. *bows*
The second one happened to my brother........that happened to him and I was in the room while it happened....
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Post by SpiritWolf on May 27, 2007 16:43:42 GMT -5
Aw, that's sad... they're both so sad... T_T
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:46:51 GMT -5
Thank you. Here's one that I wrote yesterday when I was sad and mad. But of course, I hope I don't get banned for this. It'll probably be bleeped.
Under the Moon I'm still here..under the moon.
I was just a child but you seemed like so much more. The way you would approach me and drift across the floor, I'd see you in the hall and you'd kiss me with a smile. I never understood it was I even worth your while? The other kids at school they would hate me and they'd spit. Cuz I was just a no one to them I wasn't nuts. But you would always hold me and stand there by my side, We were only 17 we'd be together till we died. But then it all happened the ever dreadful day. Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay. You pointed him out to me- my thoughts began to race. I took my daddy's 45 and shot him in the f**kin' face! I did it all for you and though I'm facin' years I would do the time just to equal all your tears The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom Is that we'd always be together... cuz we're both under the moon.
"I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon" I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together
I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone I justified your pain but now I sit alone I write another letter I write one everyday I never got a letter back I write em anyway I try to call collect- your number has been changed I'm starin at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged You never came to visit me I sit facin tha glass No-one's on tha other side and now its in tha past My head is always spinnin I'm poundin' on the wall I feel like I'm forgotten no sign of you at all You're probably gettin' married you're probably gettin f**ked I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that muthaf**ka up I curl up in the corner my body will corrode, My teeth are turning into dust skin is growing mold I'm starin' out tha window of my eternal doom I know that you are out there... somewhere underneath the moon.
"i'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon" I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together
Many many years many more to go duz she still remember? God he only knows I now become a savage they chain me to a wall I still can see your body I still can hear ya call I'm nothin but a maggot I'm locked away and lost the world that duzn't want me my dignity is tossed and to tha girl for who I feel this doom look here...f**k you and the moon
f**k You and the moon f**k you and the moon f**k you and the moon f**k you and the moon I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon (f**k you and the moon) I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon (f**k you and the moon) I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon (f**k you and the moon) I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon (f**k you and the moon) I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon Still under the moon I'm still here under the moon Still under the moon I'm still here under the moon Still under the moon
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Post by Toyger on May 27, 2007 16:49:46 GMT -5
Ummm.........
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Post by SpiritWolf on May 27, 2007 16:52:11 GMT -5
... i'd acctually rather not post a comment, it's good but... a bit scary to me... >_>
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:52:25 GMT -5
Yeah....don't ban me please......
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Post by Toyger on May 27, 2007 20:18:17 GMT -5
I won't... Don't know about Amaroq though.......
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 28, 2007 8:02:09 GMT -5
Ah....it's okay.....Just wanted to throw my stuff out there. But I dunno....well yeah...I'll be posting more peoms and songs.....
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Post by silver on May 28, 2007 8:05:40 GMT -5
Reading this gave me chills. But the good kind of chills.
Nice censorship.
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 28, 2007 8:11:13 GMT -5
"Shatter" I’ve looked into the eyes, the eyes of the dead. Dead not of the body, but of the soul. I’ve seen the pain that lies beneath, and watched it go numb. I’ve seen the secrets within, and watched them disappear. I’ve seen the hate underneath, and watched it grow. I’ve seen the rage inside, and witnessed it unleashed. As I turn away from the mirror, hateful and hurt, I turn to see you. My eyes calm and the hollow heart beat now has meaning. I see you through the thickness of dark. I see you through 1,000 lifetimes. I see you and want nothing more. I give my life to you; devote my whole being and soul to you. I give you my love and happiness. The mirror shatters into a million pieces and I no longer care, for you see me perfect. Shattering my past, spread it amongst the glass, my mind is free. As you embrace me the feeling of weightless innocents replaces the empty hollow feeling. I feel like a 6 year old with not a care in the world. Shatter my depression and spread it amongst the glass, my heart has will. You have shown me life in all greatness by just being at my side. I’ve looked into the eyes, eyes of the dead. But now it doesn’t matter, the glass I shatter. It doesn’t matter because I have you.
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Post by Captain Spaulding on May 28, 2007 8:13:32 GMT -5
Here's one I made when I was like....14.....so yeah.....childish...I know... The Reeper
He creeps at night Never goes into the light He kills the kids that are foolish He kills the men and women in their homes He wears a tattered torn robe of the color black Pain and suffering he does lack His scythe of the color black and silver and sharp His pain and true hatred falls over you like a tarp His eyes blood red and searching for you He will find you and kill you, too Watch out people of the night The reeper dodges the light And when the scythe chops off you head The flesh on your body will shed Watch out Here he comes He chopped off your head No need to worry, your already dead
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