Written by Bad English on 17.11.2007 at 23:41



mūsu grēki
nozēla
sāpes un nāve vientulībā

Are they Latvian or something?

Written by [user id=14272] on 20.11.2007 at 00:19

Written by Bad English on 17.11.2007 at 23:41



mūsu grēki
nozēla
sāpes un nāve vientulībā

Are they Latvian or something?

Yes man

Our sins
No?ēla dunno, its when you understad that you done wrong and try wash it ...
pain in death in lolyness

Present distance

It was me in the window that evening
watching the stage with millions of others
for possibly the billionth time it was on
up there in the distant presence

I could see darkness through the descending clouds
in the holes they revealed to their nightly audience
forming empty scenery for theatrical illusions
which they tried and hide but couldn't
separated by force they must leave
but the cast will still be acting tonight

Soon it's time to get ready for the stars
and recognise their famous names and appearances
constellating in circles drawn by the same patterns
to shine down upon us as the show must go on
but the spotlight is mostly directed at the one
who revolves around the grand stand alone

International Moving Pictures proudly presents:
"Distance", a tragedy of suspense and drama
free entry, seats of choice, unlimited performance
coming to a nightsky theater "near" you!

I wrote this a while ago for a new demo,


Black Winter

Autumn,and the sea,
departure,to reality,
heavy,is the snow,
and heavy,are my dreams,
shadows,of dying leaves,
and silence,I wish I hear,
bitter,are my beliefs,
and fading,are my screams.

The following is a dramatic monologue piece I did for a class at university. I will provide the introduction essay along with it.


The following dramatic monologue is a response piece to the Robert Browning dramatic monologue entitled A Light Woman, published in 1855 as part of a collective of poems called Men and Women. The collection did poorly which is probably why it did not show up in book of Victorian poems used for this course that represent the works of Browning.
My piece, entitled A Heavy Conscience, is set at the estate of a friend where the woman attends shortly after engaging with the two men from A Light Woman. The woman - not named in my poem as I thought it right to still leave her anonymous - regales her confidant in the acts that supposedly took place on the night of the original monologue. Her stand throughout my piece is that the two men she "charmed" have completely blown her actions out of proportion. It is to be believed by the reader that both men went and boasted to their friends about her light behavior and actions. The poem is designed to put both stories into question and make the reader undecided as to which one is true; that no side is to be trusted on this matter. The light woman is also constantly changing her mind about how she handled herself while dealing with the men. The slightly remorseful feelings she displays lead her mental faculties to break down in front of her friend.
The woman brings her moral values into question while talking to the friend. She sits her companion down and speaks of the "false promiscuity". The listening party is hardly listening and rolling her eyes in disgust. The light woman sets herself up in the poem as already being in low social standing with those about her. This would be another nail in the coffin and a much deeper one. At that, the light woman becomes irritated with her friend's silent but noticeable reactions to her tale. This makes her point out trinkets in the friend's residence, calling them flaws that she has accepted from men.
The monologue stylistically begins with an entry piece and exit piece from the light women that hold the same number of syllables. The actual time that the light woman is sitting down to speak to her friend is kept in a 13-14 syllable count except for the last stanza where a final thought before the woman leaves is given. The light woman finally gives in to irrational vengeance on the two men, leaving her friend thinking that she will do something horrible.


The Heavy Conscience

That night was very still but as far as pattering feet;
They will proceed on with great haste,
Ay, it was the place I saw my spirits rise on high!
Obsessions left him wanting more,
Whatever he was looking for
Looking to the right and left; cautiously crept men to view
Devils in their eyelids! What want they?
'My lovely lady' said he 'What pleasures couldst thou give me?'
And I tell you my friend, they did want
Favors of a looser kind met
Harlot am I in my mind yet?

Perhaps a lady of my stature should not mention,
Although I die to unleash the nigh recount to you,
Tales that enlighten souls with passion and lust
Misguided beings, how they are drawn to me and now
They take up a space in my mind - one certain report
Splits my judgment in pieces; oh, the nerve left me vexed indeed!

Astringent the pungent leavings of multiple kinds of men
Hollow their embodiment wanders; practice not school of Zen
Advantage! I snap as you say and lay waste, deviate not
Can this not simply be a romantic regale? Sullied wholly
I feel strongly for my bread, my butter; your foods are rotten!
Forgotten am I in mere hours; this bird has wings broken times over

See here! I sauntered through the courtyards at nigh donning
Musk of peach; masque in costumes so luscious, had he wanting,
If want I to portray his engagement I would so
I might reach out to him in suggestion; move my hips and
Render his very speech to silence; yet, I move on
Alas, how dare they preach a false promiscuity!

A diversion of wanton movements from either player
They think I be fooled by their clever camouflage, no?
I cannot deny: I caught their eye and thus pulled them to
In the high hill of the south, a piercing cry came down
Shrill domineering calls; any man who have ear to hear
In the plains of the north; maybe my call did bring them forth

How can I be held responsible for my abundance?
Even in my act of justifying, your lips curl
You are a women of lesser fleshy qualities than
My given wealth; with great esteem and pride, it is my prize!
A tame doe you are! Damn your serenity to death!
Such men who have loose tongues will find mine loose on the matter

And all the men in my life are drunk with lewd desire
A sobering challenge will thus be taken upon me
You figure it a terrible thing to act like this!
A women of my aesthetics needs to keep about her
A good name and social standing in the cultured class
No wrong words can reach the courtier; do you hear me clear?

Oh, the keepsakes you possess from the male admirer!
Thinking of him longingly; a memento warms your heart
To me it is a disease that lingers in my sight
A gaudy souvenir in hand; might he expect exchange?
No, but ample outlooks may he come crawling back
The pleasures he wants to succeed
Far outreach my own wants and needs

Oh, the nigh is still young as I bid you my final leave
To make right the erroneous,
My return to where words and actions tore at my peace
I'll put this creature in its cage,
Without perhaps initial rage,
Vessels of the south and north; one seeks sky while one is grounded
Heretic with your tricks! Now hear me,
'There you are my dear!' as he waits 'please let us not debate!'
So I will conclude my friend, my leave
Twisted tongues shall receive my whip,
No more desires they will sip!

Matchstick Girl


Beauty ... Ribs
Beauty ... Bones
Beauty ... Juting
Beauty ... Through
Beauty ... Yellowing
Beauty ... Flesh

Observed through

Hollow Beauty
Dark Ringed Beauty
Eyes Beauty

Love You...


Through high seas
And stormy wheather
I will love you
Now
Always
And forever.

Penning the lines of a
rhythm, a rhyme
Capturing a throught
a moment in time.

Wrote this a few days ago, I hardly ever write poetry.


Faults

You take the knife and you?
You carve your faults into your skin
They say everyone has their tragedies
But yours is worse than theirs.


Wake Up.
You've walled in your mind?
You don't see what's in front of you
Everyone's suffering and we all
Have our faults.

You play with knives, but
It doesn't hurt? does it?
Engrave fear into your skin
But you've no more to fear than them

Touch the blade, lick your blood.
Touch the blade.
Drink the blood.
Touch the blade, like you touched me
And watch my heart bleed
As you fade into another memory.

I know tgis gonna be spam, but old members will remeber a wounderfull poet who write incredibile poems
Hapy B-Day to Raiging Dreamer

Limbo

Eleven o'clock is standing still
The time. Infinity. You.
Targets have weakened
Stitches block empty veins
Your hypocrisy exposed in an open envelope

Epidemic was a myth
In my silent death
Nails painted in black
You are better with broken mannequins
In a stronghold of thousand flies

Era. Standing in a garden of symbiosis's
Demons caught in woman's flesh
It is all mine. In a better vision
In a better reflection

Dressed in a vice
I collect the bones, the placebo
Hot fluid smashed in automatic melee
Burning, cutting it pieces

Just succumb, fucker
They'd use you in a circus
Chained trough peoples blood and brain
As a relapsed forgiveness

Oh SHUT UP!.
Something for something
[Quid pro quo.]
Betrayal
Immortality seated into the soul
You were the king, the missionary, the God
You are the infinity
Somewhere in somehow

MHK.
01. may. 2007th

Inspired by Tool - Aenima CD

Bloodletting Nonsense of Life.

Warm wishes I send for thee today,
For it is the Valentine's day,
In February, not in May,
And you won't catch me eating any hay.
Not tomorrow,
A hole i wont burrow
I feel such a sorrow,
So 5 cents to me borrow

I am good,
Eat some food,
After that i'll drop a heavy load,
In the middle of the road

Or am I bad,
So fucking glad,
To make you sad,
Without a head

Fucking bollocks,
Bollocks fucking, fucking bollocks

I see a whale,
approaching on the slow lane,
to feed on my pain,
cause a salty rain

i like to see some goo,
do you like to see it too?
I can be happy without you
already gone to sniffing some glue

eat the leg,
of a dog so dead
shot in the head,
blood is red
wet my bed
make me sed(sad9)

a way in,
man from tin,
scratches his chin
without a fin

you'll never see,
when my brain will bleed

Candles

Candles?
Why white princess enter
and that gift was enjoyeble
whit that unknown beauty

Candles?
Why Its shame that you belive
Because its true
but unbeliveble

Candles?
Why you are like red roses
who try get romantic kiss
but are scared like softly snow before melting

Candles?
Why you cant take me there
Whyle Im wize and pure
Whyle I don know bitterness
of lovers lamanth
whyle I unknow
softless of firts dying stabs
from my lover

Candles?

People are only posting poetry and not commenting anymore...back in the good ol' days of Metalstorm, it was actually mandatory in a sense to have comments on this thread...Poetry Mistress left Metalstorm because people stopped commenting...

Written by [user id=2084] on 04.01.2008 at 02:35

People are only posting poetry and not commenting anymore...back in the good ol' days of Metalstorm, it was actually mandatory in a sense to have comments on this thread...Poetry Mistress left Metalstorm because people stopped commenting...

Maily because Raigen Dreamer and Torelli stop psoting here, also estonian girl , but us I sad I cant coment other poems only mine ,

Written by Bad English on 04.01.2008 at 17:40

Written by [user id=2084] on 04.01.2008 at 02:35

People are only posting poetry and not commenting anymore...back in the good ol' days of Metalstorm, it was actually mandatory in a sense to have comments on this thread...Poetry Mistress left Metalstorm because people stopped commenting...

Maily because Raigen Dreamer and Torelli stop psoting here, also estonian girl , but us I sad I cant coment other poems only mine ,

Not to mention Zeraphine, Trollet, Sleep in Sorrow and occasionally Rozz once in a while. Sleep in Sorrow rarely shows up even in the forums anymore and I haven't seen Zeraphine, Trollet or Rozz for ages. I guess other things have come up for them as it has done for me. Everytime I come here, I see a huge amount of uncommented poems, but I feel I don't have the time to comment on all of them. Since I can't comment, I prefer not to post anything of my own, besides, the things I write now are a little to personal for me to share. It's a shame though, we used to be quite a bunch who posted AND commented before.

Written by Torelli on 05.01.2008 at 17:20

Written by Bad English on 04.01.2008 at 17:40

Written by [user id=2084] on 04.01.2008 at 02:35

People are only posting poetry and not commenting anymore...back in the good ol' days of Metalstorm, it was actually mandatory in a sense to have comments on this thread...Poetry Mistress left Metalstorm because people stopped commenting...

Maily because Raigen Dreamer and Torelli stop psoting here, also estonian girl , but us I sad I cant coment other poems only mine ,

Not to mention Zeraphine, Trollet, Sleep in Sorrow and occasionally Rozz once in a while. Sleep in Sorrow rarely shows up even in the forums anymore and I haven't seen Zeraphine, Trollet or Rozz for ages. I guess other things have come up for them as it has done for me. Everytime I come here, I see a huge amount of uncommented poems, but I feel I don't have the time to comment on all of them. Since I can't comment, I prefer not to post anything of my own, besides, the things I write now are a little to personal for me to share. It's a shame though, we used to be quite a bunch who posted AND commented before.

Rozz you mean DerRozzengarden?

But you can start coment one by one, I kow its not posible anymore, but hope new tread it will be like old days
I miss those days its what I miss from old forum

A poem of your average depressed teenaged girl.

Suppressed
I'm faking a smile to fool you
But really I'm screaming on the inside
I cover up my tears and tell say I'm gonna make it through
My chest is ripping open but I tell others it's from pride
No one knows the truth,
No one should know
Because really no one needs proof
Of what I have to show.

Written by midnight:raven on 23.02.2008 at 09:36

A poem of your average depressed teenaged girl.

Suppressed
I'm faking a smile to fool you
But really I'm screaming on the inside
I cover up my tears and tell say I'm gonna make it through
My chest is ripping open but I tell others it's from pride
No one knows the truth,
No one should know
Because really no one needs proof
Of what I have to show.

rock-my-world ~ that was beautiful. I think I may have almost a reply-poem for yours. I wrote it a few years ago. I think you may like it. Doesn't rhyme though:

Summer Breeze is Autumn Wind (The Bittersweet Death of the Teenager)

Words are sparse
Squeezing a now empty fountain
Searching for these friends I used to have

Long ago

Now I don't seem to use words the same way
Anymore

I don't anguish
I don't mourn the deaths of unforgiving moments
Crawl deep within and search for special
Revelation.

My fingers don't simmer
Quiver with my convictions
Or resonate with youthful unrest
And enthusiastic protest.

They don't long to grab the pen, and
Make It The Sword

I no longer summon the echoes of
Drowned Fears.

I no longer taunt hidden dark secrets to come forward
I have ceased to conjure my own denials
And seized those denials under lock and key

My attitudes and conquests of ideals
Are shadows of their former selves
My rolling hilltops of towering teenage defiance
Are smoothed-over flat plains of stagnant apathy

Waves are timid waters
Sizzling spirit is light consciousness
Summer Breeze is Autumn Wind

So I sit here - words are sparse
No sparks of passion HERE
No fleets of fantasy NOW
And no need of drama from THEN

And I don't seem to use words the same way?
Anymore
I no longer summon the echoes of drowned fears

No?my fingers don't simmer like they use to.

Written by Nox Lux on 23.02.2008 at 12:19

Written by midnight:raven on 23.02.2008 at 09:36

A poem of your average depressed teenaged girl.

Suppressed
I'm faking a smile to fool you
But really I'm screaming on the inside
I cover up my tears and tell say I'm gonna make it through
My chest is ripping open but I tell others it's from pride
No one knows the truth,
No one should know
Because really no one needs proof
Of what I have to show.

rock-my-world ~ that was beautiful. I think I may have almost a reply-poem for yours. I wrote it a few years ago. I think you may like it. Doesn't rhyme though:

Summer Breeze is Autumn Wind (The Bittersweet Death of the Teenager)

Words are sparse
Squeezing a now empty fountain
Searching for these friends I used to have

Long ago

Now I don't seem to use words the same way
Anymore

I don't anguish
I don't mourn the deaths of unforgiving moments
Crawl deep within and search for special
Revelation.

My fingers don't simmer
Quiver with my convictions
Or resonate with youthful unrest
And enthusiastic protest.

They don't long to grab the pen, and
Make It The Sword

I no longer summon the echoes of
Drowned Fears.

I no longer taunt hidden dark secrets to come forward
I have ceased to conjure my own denials
And seized those denials under lock and key

My attitudes and conquests of ideals
Are shadows of their former selves
My rolling hilltops of towering teenage defiance
Are smoothed-over flat plains of stagnant apathy

Waves are timid waters
Sizzling spirit is light consciousness
Summer Breeze is Autumn Wind

So I sit here - words are sparse
No sparks of passion HERE
No fleets of fantasy NOW
And no need of drama from THEN

And I don't seem to use words the same way?
Anymore
I no longer summon the echoes of drowned fears

No?my fingers don't simmer like they use to.

Wow that was brilliant. Better then my poem. I wrote mine in literally 5 minutes. But thx for liking it (:

A sappy poem

Healing
I'm broken, but I'll be all right
I'm hurting but don't worry everything will be fine
I'm angry but I don't want to fight
I'm weak but someday I'll be stronger
I'm in tears, but they'll dry
I'll miss you but then start to hate again
I have nothing left to say so goodbye.

do people still comment on here? i havent been here in AGES. and i havent written a poem in a while. i started writing short plays, or epics and other stuff. and yesterday, i had some thoughts flying in my head, so i turned em into a lil poem. first poem i wrote in i think 3 or 4 years.... here it goes:

Elizabeth Short weeps for thee


t'was a horrid night;
with the moon to aid my sight.
i came to, with a tree holding me.
the seat beside me, empty-
where did she go?

i left my cage to look around
with vial smell of gasoline
flickering flies, and crickets sing
where had she gone?

that night, my angel left me.
my angel was gone-
my angel-

broken she lay in cold Novembers rain,
paler than the moon we loved,
ebony hair that covered her eyes
her lips...beautiful in red-
she looked at me,
with pain in her eyes.
helplessly, i held her hand
she moved her lips, mute were they,
i helped her up, hugged her close
i kissed her lips, i kept her warm,
and then she whispered into my ear-
"i will always lov..."

that night my angel left me-
my angel was lost
my angel-

my tears on my knees
and lords on my back.
her lips are all i see as i close my eyes
my love left me without saying good bye

i felt her take her last breath...
i felt her hand melt in mine....
i saw her eyes fade away...
i saw my angel- fade away...




*for those who dont know, you know Elizabeth Short as 'Black Dahlia'

something is missing. i dont exactly know what...but then again, this is extermly different than what i normally write. the style is completely different.

Written by Soliloquy on 24.02.2008 at 07:49

do people still comment on here? i havent been here in AGES. and i havent written a poem in a while. i started writing short plays, or epics and other stuff. and yesterday, i had some thoughts flying in my head, so i turned em into a lil poem. first poem i wrote in i think 3 or 4 years.... here it goes:

Elizabeth Short weeps for thee


t'was a horrid night;
with the moon to aid my sight.
i came to, with a tree holding me.
the seat beside me, empty-
where did she go?

i left my cage to look around
with vial smell of gasoline
flickering flies, and crickets sing
where had she gone?

that night, my angel left me.
my angel was gone-
my angel-

broken she lay in cold Novembers rain,
paler than the moon we loved,
ebony hair that covered her eyes
her lips...beautiful in red-
she looked at me,
with pain in her eyes.
helplessly, i held her hand
she moved her lips, mute were they,
i helped her up, hugged her close
i kissed her lips, i kept her warm,
and then she whispered into my ear-
"i will always lov..."

that night my angel left me-
my angel was lost
my angel-

my tears on my knees
and lords on my back.
her lips are all i see as i close my eyes
my love left me without saying good bye

i felt her take her last breath...
i felt her hand melt in mine....
i saw her eyes fade away...
i saw my angel- fade away...




*for those who dont know, you know Elizabeth Short as 'Black Dahlia'

something is missing. i dont exactly know what...but then again, this is extermly different than what i normally write. the style is completely different.

Good to see you're still alive. Now to you poem...the first three stanzas are good, but it loses some of its flow during the fourth. I suggest that you divided in two stanzas, something like this:

broken she lay in cold Novembers rain,
paler than the moon we loved,
ebony hair that covered her eyes
her lips...beautiful in red-
she looked at me,
with pain in her eyes.
helplessly, i held her hand

she moved her lips, mute were they,
i helped her up, hugged her close
i kissed her lips, i kept her warm,
and then she whispered into my ear-
"i will always lov..."


I don't know of you poem misses that much, but I do have some questionsmarks regarding certian lines, particualry two. "I will always lov..." and my love left me without saying good bye...I think this very much symbolize a goodbye, don't you?. I suggest that you change one of the lines, preferly the first one, as it's easier to change it in order to fit in the tone of your poem.
I do have a question regarding the finishing lines too. I know that you repeat "fade away" for effect, but it do distrubt the flow a little. The question is if you want to keep it and accept lesser flow, or if you want to change it and accept an ending with lesser effect. Perhaps you can make a comprimise and keep the word "away", but find a synonyme or other fitting word instead of "flow" during the very last line?

After a long time I wrote something, aftrer werry long time, and still I cant find inspiration, its not godo poem imo, but something

Simple Tears(Sinister Lovers)

Simple tears
fall down from tree
where lovers hanging
on those ropes

Simple tears
wash away
someday wished futur wishes
about wanted child

Sinsiter lovers
hanging on the ropes
in trea near light house
where thay was born
in rainy night

Sinsiter lovers
die together
because that love was forbidden from childhood
for brother n sister
but first kiss after doomed wine was eternal (sin)
...and they die together whit unborn child






In My Funeral

In my funeral
I open gate sof otherside
And see flowers of yesterday
And see how come true my dreams of past life

In my funeral
I see coffin where my past is sleeping
And thos crying faces gathering
Faces of blaspemers
Who never cared
If someone live sor dies

''Man salust
Es vēlos nāvi
Atbrīvo mani
Miegā...mu?igi''

In my funeral
I feel so strong emeotions
And love what never existed
And remeber that loosers are in best bars, winners in the dying
But I cant feel my self, Im gone and eternaly
Like poetry what I wrote in my life

Mine are kinda free verse and my aim is on the more lyrical side opinons please?

Fuel For Your Hate

Listen.. hear the war winds rage
Feel their anger it rides the wind
let the deaf hear it let the blind see it
Pathetic, dont you know pay attention

your lives will end its only
a matter of time till this hell is realized
slowly dying deathly cries
bloody walls of hate and gore

This world engulfed hell has always been here
Heaven flees abandons us you have no hope
you have no life, your dead, gone, forsaken
this was the last sunrise this is the last breath

Fear, Choas, blood, death, sorrow, regret
This new world ruled by evil no good is known
Eternity were hellbound for war but you wont listen
Now you ignorant pigs youll all die and thats no lie

Grey Sky Afternoon II

Feel and whine to the massive snow,
until winter lives inside your bones,
shades of sweet memories,
crawling over the wreck of my pride,
and grey views of many tomorrows,
with ghosts of sacred nostalgia
the battle is not over,
but the warrior is finally free,
Man can't change.

@ Black Winter: Short, but rather good and meaningful. I like it



Here's something I wrote last week.

Burning Tombless

Beyond the emptiness
of winter's clutches
Beyond its lifeless, chilling touches
Fire burns among the dead

Within the arms
of life's embrace
Enveloped by its warm facade
Death's tendrils seek the living

Ghosts of past
and future die
The living rot
The dead can't lie

Lives unlived
still passing by
But in the dark
rages fire untamed

Curse the living
they have no right
to stand without
a will to fight

Behind the masks they've ever worn
Watch the tombless burn

Hail the dead
and crown their scorn
In isolation
they're made to pay

Mourn for life stillborn
Watch the tombless burn

Thanks Damned-In-Black
A great poem , I admire your style.

This one I wrote when lights had "faded away"

step out the light
hide in dark
so not to see
what is in front

break the chains
run to the hills
fight with winds
love the wolves

do what you pleased
I don't care whats left
behind the scars
behind the pains

step inside my pain
curse the god with me
let me live,just to see
what is near

often when I 'm distraughting write some prose but I have problem with that becuz no one perception with