Uh oh, a Sarai 'emo' poem.

[Sarai]

The stars blaze across a shattered sky,
Simple colours captured in fine brush sweeps,
In the eternal darkness, blood drop meteorites
Fall into the inky-night universe pool.

Crashing and falling, the planets burn,
Erased from the creator’s canvas,
As he paints with genocide on the ruined painting,
Of the Galaxy’s crushing woes.

The moon’s final farewell is Bach’s serenade,
She sings to the tides, releasing them from her thrall,
She crashes and burns with the sun and the stars,
As the brush finally stops and all ceases to be.

I really want to start writing my own NG story, but I think that I'd be insulting MM and FBI if I did that.

Aww I've got the writing bug! NG Horror story anyone?

[KeatonVelox]

... wtf

[Shaun]

all poetry is emo.
and evil.
i hate poetry with a passion!
hate it.
passion.

[Sarai]

At 10/30/05 05:52 AM, madknt wrote: all poetry is emo.
and evil.
i hate poetry with a passion!
hate it.
passion.

If you'd loved and lost, then I would maychance agree,
But poetry can be more and you'll soon see,
I could write stanzas of passion and glory,
Or sonnets of love and verses about great story.

But maybe you don't have the words in your heart
That all poets need to move the brush
But nevermind, KNT alas, Sarai will show you a start.

:p

[Denvish]

At 10/30/05 05:50 AM, Sarai wrote: She crashes and burns with the sun and the stars,
As the brush finally stops and all ceases to be.

Cheer up, chuck!

[Lieven]

Write songs!!!

[Matt]

Write me a bed-time story to cure my insomnia, k?

[Lieven]

Here is one:

Smother me

"Hi girl, how are you today?"
"You didn't call me yesterday."
"Yes, I'm sorry, it was too late."
"Well I guess that it's okay."
With my face between your hands
And you say you understand
And I know it isn't so
But I'll never let it show

Target of my depression, you're like a voodoo doll
I don't want your help in my battle with alcohol
Why do I want to hurt you, when I love you with all my heart?
Why do I want to leave you, when I'm craving when we're apart?

"Did you mean the words you wrote?"
Why's this girl so easily hurt
"Well I still just don't get why"
Oh my god, she's gonna cry.
With my face between her hands
And she'll never understand
And her mouth an inch from mine
Well, undoubtedly she's kind.

copyright: me So do NOT nick!!

[fairborn10]

There is nothing bad in Poetry.
It was a luvly poem, write more.

[Lost-Chances]

I found this on the internet. At least I think it's cool:

Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---
You are always looking at me
and I am always looking at you.

Ah, you're too meek---
beautiful, unspoiled:
thus I'm so sad, I suffer---
and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you
and destroy myself
What you would think
if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,
not saying a word?
Even curses from your mouth
would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abruptly, decisively,
like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?
Like jelly?
Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
mix it around and around: I must
taste the warmth of your blood.

How would you scream?
Would you shriek "It hurts!
It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
stream from your crushed eye?

You can't know the maddening
hunger I've felt in the midst of
our kisses, so many of them
I've lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,
I bring my hopes to fruition:
biting your tongue, shredding it,
biting at your lips as if tasting
your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would
reach, having my desires fulfilled
like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
tongue.
I would surely be healed,
and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?
It brushes against my cheek;
I want it to creep up to my lips so
I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words
whispered sweet as pie---
I want it to hear my true feelings.
I never lied, no...
but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?
Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
As though inviting you to the agony
at the play's end; if you wish, you
could destroy me--- I wouldn't care.

As you wish, you may destroy me
--- I wouldn't care.

Gotta love Silent Hill riddles.

[Modjo]

Penis in butt.
Sperm mixed feces.
Fasten your silver cock to my golden hole.
My stool is the satin sheet for your visiting hard-on.
Ejaculate rapidly and repeatedly.