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CyberDevils Poetry

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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-08 08:43:54


The Wall

A wall
Stands beside me
A wall
Hinders my movement left

A wall
Stands beside me
A wall
Hinders my movement right

So I walk by the wall
Until a corner comes in sight.
I walk all year long
I walk day and night

Am I going round in circles
Or am I just going through
This meaningless life
Like we all do.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 03:39:02


Bunch of old crappy poems in one post collected...

Sore Neck

Turn to the other side
Turn back once more
Look towards the ceiling
Bow down to the floor.

Everywhere I turn
My neck is still sore
What can I possibly do?
My neck for.

Soil

Dry
Full
Flat
Dirty
Corny
Brown
Filled
Filthy
Nourished
Fullfilling
Groundlaying
Plaintainted
Regularseemed
Scenerycreating
Earthlyconsisting
Dirt.

Soft Yet Brutal Progression

Put
Mitten
Up Yours

Scissors

Sharp
Metalic
Edged
Pointed
Tainted
Yellowcoated
Togethergoing
Papercutting
Twinclipping
Fingerbefitted
Pointconnected
Fastlyfunctioned
Monotonouslymoving
Scissors.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 03:42:28


Snow

Snow
Falls
Falls
Down

Upon
Grey
Green
Ground

Ravished
Isolate
Desolate
Defeat . . .

The snow covers all
Makes fall -
Complete.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 03:44:32


Slave

Choke
Disrebel
Betame
Down

You do
What I say
I wear
The crown

You follow
My orders
Everyday
You live

I take
What you get
I take
You give

Quite
Unpower
Resent
Retreat

Bow
And pray
And kiss
My feat

If you
Behave
I'll make you
A slave

If not
You're grave
Is standing
Right there

You won't
Be saved
I don't hear
Complaints

You better
Get used
To this life
You hate.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 03:45:33


Sincerely

I can see
Can you see too?
Can you see me?
Cause I see you.

We live our lives
That's all we do
We see it pass
Like paper ballons.

Into the blue sky
Cloudfree so clearly
I wish for freedom
Sincerly.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 05:44:22


Shed

Pool of blood
Gather some more
Gather us all
Spread on the floor

Pool of blood
Open up wider
Show us the wound
The one has moved higher

Pool of blood
The slaughter has stopped
The carnage is gone
The deathrate has dropped!

Pool of blood
Shrink together once more
And let the wound heal
That we all died for.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 05:45:41


Second

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Endless hours.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 05:48:05


Scarecrow

Do you know?
Do you care?
Do you feel?
Do you fear?

Are you calm?
Are you scared?
Are you fearful?
Are you clear?

Where do you live?
Why do you live?
When were you born?
When will you die?

Your just a hollow henchmen,
With nothing but hay, inside.
Scared of the crows.
You reap what you sow.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 05:51:04


Sawed

I
Spy
With my
Little eye
A world full
Of beauty and
Sound and cold silence

I
See
With my
Eyes so bleack
A world full
Of pieces and
Partly puzzled allience

I
Hear
With my
Little ears
A clear melody
Of scenery and
Singing unreached greenery

I Saw
And I
Was awed
By the world
We lived in so
Partially
Flawed.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:17:33


Sea

See the bright sea?
Shining bright so peacefully?
Flowing fast and going free?
Glowing green and folding themes?

See, can you see?
The sea that I see?
The beast and the beauty?
The depth of memories?

A light is at the waves
Shining through the covers
Cutting light it shaves
As the waves wave by

A cold layer on my face
Ice of salty taste
Sailing under sea
A sailors been misplaced

Slowly lowing through
Fish walk by and moo
Stare at me with eyes
Red and fangs that bite

Sucked out of cold tavern
I rise from the giant wave
To the surface of my wrecked ship
Saved.

See the bright sea
Shining bright so peacefully
Flowing fast and goin free
Glowing green in folding themes

See, I can see
The sea that I see
The beast and the beauty
A depth of memories.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:18:41


Riddle

We read
Therefore we write
We breed
Therefore we fight

We need
Therefore we might
Leave
This drunken world.

But don't you see?
Can't your eyes sight?
That everything's alright.

Don't you see?
Can't you be tender?
Everything's ok . . .

We head
To brand new heights
We leave
With lies inside

We soar
To new insights
And ride
The lights that rise

But don't you see?
Can't your eyes sight?
That everything's alright.

Don't you see?
Can't you be tender?
Everything's ok . . .

I'll stash my tears,
Like pepperspray.
I'll save my sanity,
For a rainy day.

You might be tamed.
You might be calmed.
Of awareness drained.
But mine remains

My mind is set.
I can't refrain.

And you let.
Them lead you there.
Into your life.
Year after year.

Yet you forget.
You are their pet.
So unaware.
So under care.

But don't you see?
Can't your eyes sight?
That everything's alright.

Don't you see?
Can't you be tender?
Everything's ok . . .

You live, by their leash,
But I am stray . . .


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:20:08


Rice

This is the first
Of the last words I quote
I said them myself
Before I them on paper wrote

So be by good health
Good luck in your life
As a wise man once said -
Eat rice.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:21:09


Reflection

I can't judge
Other peoples mistakes
I can't eat
Other peoples cakes

I'm not a god
and I'm not a crook
- so what am I?
Lets take a look. . .

In my mirror.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:54:15


Point

Simple beings
Me and you
You and I
Both we two.

Simple beings
You and I
Both of us
Such is life.

Really

I'm telling you the truth
I'm not lying for real
I'm just lying a little
Realities unreal

Please, listen!
Take careful note
A wise man once said
I quote :

Reality is Perspective.

Plus

Negative - Positive, what happens when you mix them?
All else fails, but fiction.

Plank

Smooth
Hard
Single
Striped
Long
Simple
Scratched
Reused
Stroked
Rectangular
Unfillable
Safelylockable
Sawthroughable
Solidpowderdusted
Woodlycoatlyincluded
Wood.

Peacefully
There is no war now
Now that the hate has been killed
Now peace surrounds us
And we tried to rebuild all
The ruins around ourselves


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 06:57:25


Present

Mosquitoes fly
Under empty sky
To us they are nothing
To them dots you and I

Trees they wave
Slowly forth and back
Gently overlap
Without sound, rhyme or rap.

Birds they sing
And circle over our heads
Sing for the living
Unheard of the dead

Winds roughly whisper
Words we have unwritten
It plays with the surface
Of the worldly ribbon

Drops slowly fall
And drown hopes for all
Drops slowly sink
And hope yet rethinks

I am but a creation
Of normalization
I am but a creature
Of nature.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 07:00:24


Piece

I had a piece
But not anymore
I had a piece
But can't remember what for

I had a piece
Of the puzzle you try
To quickly apply
Like the world in our sky

I had a piece
But the piece was lost
I had a piece
It's meaning forgot

I had a piece
Of the puzzle you pry
Struggle to solve
On possions rely.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 07:03:48


At 2/9/10 05:45 AM, Cyberdevil wrote: Second

Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Endless hours.

This one is devoid of emotion. You could provide such an effect with some punctuation. Make the reader read it in a dramatic function.


Failure should push you until success can pull you.

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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 07:11:59


Pledge

Pledge alliegance
To this dreadful state
This world we live in
Wretched with painful hate

All we see
Are regretful rainy days
We stay inside our layers
When we should go out and play

Pledge alliegance
Become an armless slave
A soldier blessed
With the hunger they crave

A fortorn world
Is what they to me gave
Now I search for answers
And tried to save

What wasn't already
Lost in the flood
What hadn't been washed
Away by the mud

A silver necklace
Is all I can find
So I sit in the dark
And hear my teeth grind

An eerie silence
Approaches from behind
We tread - on fragile and fearful ground
A silver necklace - was all I found.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 07:26:58


At 2/9/10 07:03 AM, TrevorW wrote: This one is devoid of emotion. You could provide such an effect with some punctuation. Make the reader read it in a dramatic function.

Will add that, good point, thanks. :)


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 08:15:01


Parted

We stood at the crossroads
Where the roads crossed our paths
Stared at each other
With hatred and wrath

We were both cross folks
With crosses on our shoulders
Marching down the long roads
Watching folks grow older

But we, we are immortal
My little brother and I
We've spent many hundred years
Walking under blue sky.

Preaching about god to preachers
Teaching them what we know
Telling them about ourselves
And the way we slowly grow

But this morning at the crossroads
We parted on different paths
And since that day we were separate
Me and my other half

Little brother died fourteen years ago
But I - I'm still going strong
I guess I chose the right path
And he, he chose wrong.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 08:16:34


Needs

Eat
Sleep
Breath
Snore

Basic
Needs
I live
For

Love
Hate
Neither
Adore

Nothing
Less
Nothing
More...

Migrane

Good morning!
I wake up from the dead
I wake without warning
With fire in my head

Set the place ablaze
Spit waste all day
I think a migrane
Has come my way . . .

Outro

Tragic are the endings
But all ends start
Fall piece by piece
All hope and heart

After the finished line
A new path begins
Whichever road you travel
Whichever turn you spin

Win.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 08:18:29


On

Whatever you think I am
I'm still me!

Sure you can combine
The colors and mix them
Sure you can break
your constructions and fix them

But whatever I look like
Whatever color or shape you see
I am changeless
You can't be decieved.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 08:21:52


Nimbos

My little cloud passes by
And blows away in blue
I once had just one cloud
But now I have two

I named one of them Pluto
And the other Mary-May
They were born this morning
And have stayed with me all day

I wonder if they'll stay tommorrow
Or if we'll part tonight
And sail of in seperate directions
Out of human sight

I hope we meet again
Hope I see them when they're grown
I watched the red sun sink
And my clouds they shone.

I hope I'll see you tommorow
In the morning and afternoon
I hope you stay for a few days
I'll see you - hopefully -soon.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 08:59:30


Pandora

She held the box
In a tender white hand
Innoccent and unknowing
About our trade with demand

Her face was puzzled
She showed no signs of fear
Her hand raised towards the lid
And the end was near

And she opened the box
Out came a white fox
Out came chickenpox
A cane with loud clocks

Ships crowded at the docks
Cars filled the streets
In our empty fridges
There was no food to eat

And the world sank deep
Into hell and fire
The devil arose
And he just rose higher

By Rosemarys school
There sang a silent quire
So I greatly admire
My panelpadded floor.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:01:18


Null

Unknown knowledge
Noone knows
Empty houses
Noones home

Hollow holes
No content fills
Hallowed hope
Never rebuilt.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:03:24


Mosqoito

Mosquitoes buzz
Mosquitoes bite
Keep me awake
Both day and night

Mosquitoes eagerly
Irritatable fly
And suck blood
To simply survive

Foolishly landing
On human skin
To be crushed to death
Along with all kin

Foolishly challenging
Human defence
Still mosquitoes
Live... hence.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:06:15


Music

A note
Seeps through open throat
Escapes into the flow
And amplifies its ego

A sound
Shakes the barren ground
Crawls up dusty walls
Transcends borders we know

A note
A dodgy piece of black
Scribbled on rough back
Of poetic newspaper

A sound
For which there are no laws
No jailcells to hold in
A true - escaper.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:55:27


Wrote this one quickly a few years back, ending not good.

Newgrounds

A place for the new
A land of the brace
Full of opportunity
But it will be your grave

Blam points to cap
Save points to take
Experience to gain
A great career to make

Forums to post in
Lines to wear thin
Days to sit roastin
Within.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:57:54


Nike

My shoes are blue and white
Drenched by wry sunlight
Soaked by moving life
Sinking to their demise

The coating is full of small holes
No tension in my worn out soles
Still we ravage together
Throughout times endless flow.


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Response to CyberDevils Poetry 2010-02-09 09:59:29


Mortify

Crabs mournfuly crawl
Over small glass shards unable
To cut - not even in brawl
A landscape taken from fable

Descented by no known creatures
Left by gods lonely hand
Without student or teacher
Without question or demand

On a cliff stands a preacher
And speaks of a beautiful world
Of green and blue without darkness
He sings without speaking words

Though the world he lives in is perfect
He gazes out over silent seas
Out of love he creates suffering and disease
And fights the tender breeze

Left on a long voyage
He sits and cuts the waves
Without emotion or eagerness
Or the will that god gave

The sand is white as snow
Where he raises a stubborn cross
A reminder of humanities first -
Loss.


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