We admire the sun, in landscapes we mourn
Cold rivers between us, and frustration between our love
Gray clouds, brought here by solitary wind
And distance between pale moon and bright sun is just an illusion
We told our last goodbyes to world we once knew
As members of anti-summer alliance , between October and March
People won't understand, this passion about ice and snow
As members of anti-winter alliance, between March and October
People won't understand our passion about sun, what never sets here
Sleepy hallows and doorways what you don't need to lock
Empty wounds between us, there is no going back
Falling rain pounding on your side, you're wasted from mud and depression
Just a frozen river here, quiet place, I can walk and be free
Mighty sun , moon, we admire you in old ways
Just an illusion, growing means freedom; I am refusing to do it
We admire the landscapes, where we walk, and will forever dwell

Voting Abuse:

Is it my unconscious reaction to the childhood scars?
Or perhaps affected by the position of the stars?
I am afraid I met feelings one can not explain:
but today I woek with the urge to downvote again...

Metalstorm.net? Never had I heard of this before.
But just once, just this time I am going to log in
it is now my duty to complete the following chore:
write the votes for my favourite bands' discography in.

...I sure am having trouble with my identity
dissimilar profiles help build my online entity
cannot tell if i am johndoe or faveband321
but of all tastes, every personality has the same one...

...Changing email and country: needed technicalities
(for rhyming reasons, "[i]woek[/]" on the fourth line was a typo)
I say I need to hide my multi personalities
because grumpy elders can get a BitCold or psyko

..Downvote! spam the one! All these albums are the worst ever!
I still feel like listening to all their stuff, however!?
Am i compelled to listen to that total disgrace?
Mayhaps it increases assurance of my supreme taste?

...Nobody else has my born gift to evaluate art,
for example when I look at these bands on the top chart,
I rest assured none could begin to compare with band x.
Who said again this binary voting scheme is complex...?

...I do not spot my favourites on the top: an absurd.
This fact bothers me more than I would like to admit
but after giving perfect scores for all albums I heard
I rest peacefully, for I made the world better, a bit

Music For A Rainy Summer Day

I bought a ticket to LA, just to see a Sunset strip, January demons, just a glam, cocaine and hookers.
It brought me down just as it did whit many young men back in those days.
Sitting on a rooftop, just wish to fall, windows to my soul are closed.
I just want to run away, run away from this place, back to barn in place I grow up
It is just music for a rainy summer day, what heals your soul.
Paradise is broken, just empty miles to walk, when cigarettes are your friends
Emotions and disappointed heart, it's all what Hollywood is all about
Footstep in Alaska's soil, and they said I will be lost forever
It's just a music for rainy summer day, and you don't need a glam, fortune anymore
I am sitting here alone and looking, just like I will die today
As I did some time ago, when they said I am 18 time to grow up
But I did not, I realize I am only one who survived, refusing be grow up
As many young 80's people left from Skellefteå or Luleå to Stockholm or Göteborg
To find fame and glory, they all died once.
It's just a music for rainy summer day, and 80's summer memories sticks forever

Written by Karlabos on 08.02.2016 at 20:41

Voting Abuse

That was hilarious.

Yours are probably the only posts worth reading in this thread.

And rainy day fades away

Rainy day fading away and watchers are waiting when grimness comes
Spirits all calling, but we think they are unhappy, tears can whisper to
Upon the hill, moonlight, and wicked past, the headstones are crumbling
And rainy day fades away

Rainy day fading away and ivy carved in old stone
Moonlight and serpent flower, awakes wickedness of sin
And they, lost souls just sitting and playing as time never would exist
And rainy day fades away

Rainy day fading away, they will return, as banker always comes to collect
A hero to someone, but you felt from higher mountains
Broken body, and spirits don't care if in life time you was a zero
And rainy day fades away

Rainy day fades away, its third fool moon, magic is there
One of nine moons, just spirits knows about it
And they has a hands, what can touch the sun
And rainy day fades away

Rainy day fading away, waters of unholy river
Flows and it don't care what name gives to it
Water knows, its undying and only Hades are abow
And rainy day fades away, ?as our life

I'm not exactly an English connoisseur, but I wrote this just now.

Wicked narrow streets,
sprawling children in the park,
playing joyfully today,
whilst the parents are away.

Take the blanket city off
the canvas and revealed
is a blank, wretched desert,
That of a fake resort.

The children starve in
the streets, and they
enjoy the crumbs
from adult thumbs.

Dispose of the blind,
the sick and crying,
Make them bleed
till a plant's seed,

takes its time
to sprout and grow
in the desert streets
the dead's bleeding feet.

Cosmic oceans bleed with comets
Auroras hang like curtains
Hiding thorns I've left behind
Cast into the flames of Thine
The dust and dirt shine like a marble
Covering the path I slide
Down to the Earth, cold and blackened
By the shades of trees crumbling to dust

The womb, the cave, the chamber
Leaves turn into a velvet coat
All mirrors turn obsidian, thunders
Freeze within my crawling corpse

Laylilel
The nights you dance away
Embrace my tortured spirit
As I sleep deep in my starless grave
Drunk on mists that crawl above
The meadows silvered with the moon
Somnambulic, yet as stone, catatonic
Praising You

Scarlet waves of rage and hunger
For revenge, shall lead me through
The maze You made to lose their souls
And hang them like flags stained with blood
Oh Priestess of our Babalon, plant the seed of my dark wish
In the garden of damnation, encircled with
Infernal fields
Where blooddrops bloom with victory
Of wolves who hunt the priests
All lies now multiplied by chaos
That twists within my furious dreams

Laylilel, the black moon of Your iris
Digs the hole
And casts the shadow of a nightmare
Swallowing my foes
And darkness nails them in the night
To the crosses they adore
Rotten sheeps exhuming lights
But there's nothing but the yore
Paved with wounds and skulls
Oh christ, who bursts with us in Hell
Take your worms out of the plane
We're doomed to rule forevermore

She Wore Camomile Flowers

She wore camomile flowers in her hair,
and smelled of the summer,
fresh and bright,
as moon beams danced through the darkness,

she wore silver bracelets,
upon thin wrists,
hiding the cuts of deadlocked pain,
bright poppies licked the wounds,
and tears shone in the dark,
as clouds slept,

she wore the stars,
like bright diamonds twinkling in her eyes,
leaves swirled,
moonlight glanced from the winds,
blowing in cold counterpoint,

she wore camomile flowers in her hair,
silent like the shadows deep,
lips of sultry carmine,
a sheen of autumn touched her teeth,
and the Morrigan smiled-

unseen like tears in darkness,
she left as day broke.

Is this thread even useful? I mostly see a lots of poems and nobody commenting. Anyway, here's one of my own:

INSOMNIUM

Awake in wait for Somnium
The mindstream soars on silver steeds
The first a dearth of present deeds
Embodiment of Odium

A cubic void for Somnium
The second brings the fables
Dichromatic irrepressibles
A grey cerebral Bellum

Endless wastes for Somnium
A third one shows its saddened face
In scorching heat of better days
Etched deep in Cerebellum

Thick dark clouds for Somnium
The fourth shrouded in bolts of blue
Lightning strikes, I start anew
I am incarnate Insomnium

Written by Netzach on 29.09.2017 at 23:18

Is this thread even useful? I mostly see a lots of poems and nobody commenting. Anyway, here are a couple of my own:

MS is dead like 6 years and it was acrive like 2003-2007 maybe 2009 era period

Written by Bad English on 02.10.2017 at 18:54


MS is dead like 6 years and it was acrive like 2003-2007 maybe 2009 era period

I believe you that it was better and more active, but it's not 100% dead because there are still some members that post here, like you.

Written by Bad English on 02.10.2017 at 18:54

Written by Netzach on 29.09.2017 at 23:18

Is this thread even useful? I mostly see a lots of poems and nobody commenting. Anyway, here are a couple of my own:

MS is dead like 6 years and it was acrive like 2003-2007 maybe 2009 era period

That came out wrong, sorry, this thread just looked more like a pastebin to me

The Fading

I find I stay alone
Bereft of those I used to know
I am a ruined steppingstone
No place to hide, nowhere to go


Maybe I drove you all away
With my blade-like soliloquy
Maybe you never meant to stay
Or you weren't truly here for me

It's far too late for honesty
You've drifted into the unseen
No more now than a memory
Perhaps that's all you've ever been


I'd take the blame and beating yet
I feel myself being persuaded
To never forgive nor forget
By the ease with which you faded

I sit in silence and manage a frown
I know by the dust falling from the ceiling
That once this old house comes down
It will finally bury all these feelings

Until then, I'll be waiting
I'll be waning, I'll be fading
Not unlike you did from me


(potential lyrics for a gloomy-doomy song)

"The Scent Of Rain Gives Life"

The colors of the world will fade
Earth dressed in monochrome
Helpless like a seasoned man
Observing the ruins of his childhood home

Carelessly the sunlight flashes
As if to mock this heart that craves
Something rising from the ashes
By chains of hope, the memory enslaves

And the leaves shudder as if they knew
As if they understood, maybe they do

Reminiscence is killing me
You have become accustomed to these sighs
Reminiscence is killing me
I have become immune to my own lies

And the rain falls giving life
As the mind wanders in the past
And the rain falls giving life
This too won't last

To cut this burden takes an iron will
The thread is stronger than it seems
Suspect that I will die upon this hill
Tomorrow's ghosted by yesterday's dreams

The colors of the world will fade
Earth dressed in monochrome
Helpless like a seasoned man
Observing the ruins of his childhood home

And the leaves shudder as if they knew
As if they understood, maybe they do

Reminiscence is killing me
You have become accustomed to these sighs
Reminiscence is killing me
I have become immune to my own lies

And the rain falls giving life
As the mind wanders in the past
And the rain falls giving life
This too won't last

(Currently trying to turn this poem into a prog death metal song)

Well this thread has been quiet enough. I wrote something last October and figured I might as well share it here.

The Great Transformation

Floating in a pool of stinking guts, made to awaken
Peeling off the rot of skin once more to begin again
Scratch and claw at the brittle bones, reeling in the stench of flesh
Chase down a bottle for some sense of omnipotence

Withering down below, time forgotten -- pressed
Endless agonizing torment brought up to the heavens sent
Testing bloody waters, iron lungs are the angels blessed
Offal to consume before the suffocating sabbath, rest

Hellfire treason, a pleading of seasons
Eternally sent
Pleasing reasons to bend, kneeling to mend unforgivable debt
Caustic wounds of the sex stripped all breath with words from the venomous

Toxic gas chamber bed -- masked indifference
Dilating pupils streaming red, bask in His presence
Heil liquid death, fuming pipeline through the chest
Pumping endless corruption under extreme duress

Drink the innocence of youth forevermore; the currency of whores who pay in convolution
While absolution lies stillborn until the pool is emptied of its mess
The undead sheep can only bleat to confess

"CRACKED"

You Always Breaking My Heart
Everytime I Try To Survive
I Can't Run From Lies
I Can't Ever Free
Tomorrow Maybe

I Lost Everything For You
I Know My Dream Don't Come True
All Just Make Me Pain
All We Have Is Vain
None Of This Make Sense

Cracked By Love This Is Cracked By Life
This Is Cracked Of Love All Just Cracked Of Life

Cracked By Life This Is Cracked By Love
This Is Cracked Of Life All Just Cracked Of Love

Waiting Hope For Tomorrow
Tomorrow I'm Losing My Heart
Surrender For Tomorrow
Cause Tomorrow Always Broke My Heart

Finally We Can't Together In Life
Everything Comeback Just For A Broken Heart
Someday Together We Will Understand
If All Must Leave Don't Stay In This Line

"The Quick And Enraged Stannum Mustela Nivalis"

I have a weasel made of tin
If my weasel fought Vin Diesel
My tin weasel would win
I fear she'd also annihilate
All of his next of kin
My weasel of tin

Victims Of The Grand What If

A declaration to the nation, not an ounce of irony
I'm a peasant ever present for another pleasantry
Throw a like or leave a comment. That is good enough for me

Shred the pages of this play and pull the curtains on the stage
Kill the lights to hide ill sights, put the birds back in the cage
There is something honest here for your souls to engage

Bed head medicated, shallow; brevity without the wit
The bottom of the bottle shows a truth the mirror never did
Snufkin wonders what's the catch and I fear that this is it

"Tendinous Skein"

I
Exist not
A mere projection
Warped inward, eye of folly
The offspring to all matters holy
Incapacitated for His peaking gaze
I am the swarm that haunts itself evermore

This self
Sentient riddle
Which they dare terraform
As it lies plunged in lies benign
Inconsequential to the dimension
An experiment bent to its own detriment
Subjected to the most vile inward containment

Reality
Forevermore untrue
But truth invariably real
At times impalpable; a challenge for
the greedily vindictive exploration lens
Unable to grasp divinity; an open challenge
For the I to determine the veracity of what's real

Once
Death befell
The inanimate
Injected life into life
Immobilized the temporalis
Extracted purity out of the impure
Made all existence precisely what it's always been
Death; inconsiderate patron of our unclear destiny

I am
Made to gaze in
Seek the opalescent
On canvas fully monochrome
I, the paragon of wholeness undone
Intimidated with staccato instructions
Lost in the frenzy of refusing hopelessly

Men
Still gnawing
On the illusion
Of such blissful taste and smell
The lie that lies within, promising
That our significance wavers not at all
That there is a point, a path, a goal, a paradise
Craving for the lies to be true; that they realize when due

Do I dare
Divulge the coded
Touch the imperceptible
Liberate the illiberal selves
Purge the uncontaminated, the unstained
For man to see that which is still misconstrued
Shall I enlighten and disrupt the darkened; reveal
That matter is paradox, and only nihil born of sense?

Orcas vs Boats

Jet boats, yachts and cabin cruisers
Are no match for killer whales
Orcas sink them sea dog losers
Take the wind right out their sails

That's why I exchanged my vessel
For a lovely swimming goat
Orcas say: "That's kind of special
But... whatever floats your boat."

So now, that I feel safe at sea
I'll put my brilliant plan in motion
The seven seas belong to me
Once all goats live in the ocean

Punk Rocker's Fate (in the 90s)

The age of punk rock had concluded
Now grunge was all the rage
And poor old Eddie, he was booted
And booed right off the stage

He knew that his career was dead
He'd sensed the coming doom
So he flipped himself right on his head
To find work as a broom

Written by Qualeen on 25.03.2023 at 16:52

"Tendinous Skein"

This looks like a proper lyric for a tech death song or something. I like it.

Written by Metren on 15.07.2023 at 14:06

Punk Rocker's Fate (in the 90s)

And this reminds me of Turbonegro for some reason. What the hell is going on?

Okay, I have over 10 years worth of poems to share. I actually used to publish my poems on the site writing.com where I received a fair share of positive comments and reviews on my stuff. If you want to reach out with your writing, try a site like that, just a recommendation. I eventually felt bad about having some very personal things out there for all to see, but one of these days I'll try to publish all I have in one way or another. Better than just let it sit and collect dust, I figure. Anyway, here's a few just to keep the thread going. Bonus points to whomever figures them out (or finds other clever ways to read them).


"Gravity"

Time
slows down,
it bends
around you.

Come,
stay near,
we are
synchronic.

When
you leave,
years will
have passed by.

I’ll
whisper
your name:
“Anachron”.


"Theopathy"

Indeed, both cursed and blessed,
having one such as You
fill these corners of mind.

We flip a coin that lands
neither heads nor tails up,
nor even on its side.


"Howling Dust"

Howling dust.
Cocoons of rust.
Sweet nepenthe in crimson stripes
At the edge of death and life.

A cerise stream
Denied us time.
By nine decrees on granite tides
Authored by a sentient blight.

Sawdust men cut holes in the night!
Spiders swarm the Dutchman's anthill!
Creaking hulls sail on waves of fire.
A white void creeps ever nearer.

Cover the sky in curtains of cries!
Cover the sky in dog's heads, in scars,
And comets bleeding quintessence and tar!
Boiling flesh creeps ever nearer.

Unseen clarity.
Twisted delight.
Cover the sky!
Cover the sky!
So that we may not see the light.

Unspoken fates.
An endless fight.
Cover the sky!
Cover the sky!
So that we may not see the light.

Written by Netzach on 14.10.2023 at 00:46

Okay, I have over 10 years worth of poems to share. I actually used to publish my poems on the site writing.com where I received a fair share of positive comments and reviews on my stuff.

Wonderful writing there! Thanks for the insight on mine. It was inspired heavily by Meshuggah, so not far from tech death at all. Also the last poem you sent reminded me of T. S. Eliot's 'Prufrock...' and his 'sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells', seemingly connected to the hull you brought up. And the poem made me think of how in the nightmares I have, I close the eyes of my imagination when some great calamity is about to unfold. There is an oddly soothing sense of safety to darkness when you know that what's hidden by it is only gonna bother us if we see it.