Poems

[Loki]

A very sexy song/poem by the great artist OTEP.

 

"Sweet Tooth"

 

(I swear
By my sin-loving soul

I can taste your sins
All over me)

I see broken angels
With splintered halos

I'm the serpent
Swallowed by the sun

My gentle obsession with
Corrupt nutrition

I can taste the madness
Dripping from my tongue

Between the spaces to
Scratch the itch

My sins of excess
Prove to me that I exist

My lips drip
Secrets of the flesh

They fold into a blade
And beg "make me wet"

I can't help myself
SWEET TOOTH

Seduced by my obsession
I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places
That set you on fire

(You are my favorite)
Most dangerous
Fascination)

Tempt me devil
Teach me what you think I need

Her fingers are Caesar
Slowly conquering me

We move like Buddhas
Twisted in a silent scream

Our souls explode
& merge with the Shiva frequency

The meat is sweet
Is it love ? or is it lies ?

To burn in the heat
Of the fire in her eyes

My lips drip
A soft song of love and flesh

That folds into a blade
And beg "make me wet"

I can't help myself
SWEET TOOTH

Seduced by my obsession
I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places
That set you on fire

Tempt me
Teach me
Feed me
Heal me

I feel like being bad

The tyrant of my desire
A blushing rosebud begging to be plucked

I feel like being ....

Inside you baby
It was an atomic testing site

Explosive, corrosive
But oh, what a delight

They say the body's a temple
& desires a sacrifice

Devils speak, angels weep
For my SACRED APPETITES

Seduced by my obsession
I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places
That set you on fire

Explosive, corrosive
But oh, what a delight

Devils speak, angels weep
For my sweet tooth's sacrifice

...take my temperature baby
This is what you taste like

When our souls collide
I can conquer everything
That defeats me in life

Feed me
Eat me
Drink me

Promise I'll never be bored
And I'll be yours tonight

THIS IS WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE
THIS IS WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE
THIS IS WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE

[Siin]

I am so glad that I met u
Although our acquaintance wasn't long
U have made a big impact in my life
And it is thanks to u
Why I remain strong

U friendship means the world to me
Believe me, it truly does
And I just wanted u to know that
From me u will always find love

Now we are going our separate ways
Maybe never to meet again
As long as our friendship holds true
Our connection will forever stand

We may not have been best friends
But that is just a title
For the kind of friendship we do share
Is more active than it is idle

I am going to miss u
I know we said we would keep in touch
But that is what everyone always says
But it never seems to mean much

So this is why I am telling u now
How much u truly mean to me
Because anything could happen in the future
Tomorrow is something I may never see

Yes I am going to miss u
And I wish u the very best
And please always try to remember
That u are truly blessed!

[Guest ShirleyE]

I am strange and she is charm

Quarkish flavors that court & spark

And in the wink of an eye decay 

Into all that matters

[Loki]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2wBqkESQro

 

"Gothic Lolita"

Emilie autumn

 

How old are you?
I'm older than you'll ever be
I've been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don't mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don't suppose you'd understand
Call off the search
We've found her

If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita

Thank you, kind sirs
You've made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say
I don't mind telling you
Now that I'm old enough to love
I couldn't begin to even if
My pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
Call off the search
We've found her

If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita

I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your anti-American dream

I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your worst nightmare
Now scream

If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita

[Bran]

 

 

[Dande]

Self-conscious rambling

 

 

Why would I be,

Anyone else but me.

I won't tell how to perceive,

With no intention to deceive.

 

Ever so bright,

Endless dreamers night.

Supposedly God given right.

Upheld everyday by a bloody fight.

 

Clear and free mind,

Drifting in a dirty tide.

Noticable as a white bride,

Keeps on searching for a place to hide.

 

Avoiding every touch,

Craving for contact so much.

Might be perceived as a crush,

Yet noone is ever as lush.

 

Hopes fly up in the skies,

While darkness is filling the eyes.

Early sun beggining to rise,

oh lord my beutiful demise...

[Guest JeanetteVoerman]

                                                                                                      receive flowers ...

I got flowers today. It was not my birthday or any other special day . We had our first fight yesterday. In the night and he told me a lot of cruel things that really hurt me . I know he is sorry and did not mean all the things he said , because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. It was not my birthday or any other special day . Yesterday, in the night , he pushed me against a wall and began to strangle me . It looked like a nightmare, I could not believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised body. I know he must be sorry because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. It was not Mother's Day or any other special day . Yesterday, in the night, he beat me a lot , it was much more violent than other times . If I leave , that I become ? How to take care of my children ? And financial problems ? I 'm afraid of him but I'm scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. Today ... a special day. It was the day of my funeral. Yesterday, in the night , he finally killed me ... He beat me to death . If only I had found the courage to leave him, I would not have received flowers today ...

[Guest Elodie]

                                                                                                      receive flowers ...

I got flowers today. It was not my birthday or any other special day . We had our first fight yesterday. In the night and he told me a lot of cruel things that really hurt me . I know he is sorry and did not mean all the things he said , because he sent me flowers today.

 

I got flowers today. It was not my birthday or any other special day . Yesterday, in the night , he pushed me against a wall and began to strangle me . It looked like a nightmare, I could not believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised body. I know he must be sorry because he sent me flowers today.

 

I got flowers today. It was not Mother's Day or any other special day . Yesterday, in the night, he beat me a lot , it was much more violent than other times . If I leave , that I become ? How to take care of my children ? And financial problems ? I 'm afraid of him but I'm scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry he sent me flowers today.

 

I got flowers today. Today ... a special day. It was the day of my funeral. Yesterday, in the night , he finally killed me ... He beat me to death . If only I had found the courage to leave him, I would not have received flowers today ...

 

this is very sad

[Guest Hysteria]

Hmm, don't really have a title for this. But I have liked calling it  <3 Poisoned Passion <3

 

Oh the sinfully stunning vine
went right up to the tall tree
Her beauty like a magic trance
it took me so I could not see

the poison that she really was,
oh the sinfully stunning vine.
I really could not help myself
her efflorescing flowers fine.

Her lips were like syrup, so sweet.
Her leaves so soft, so warm, like love?
Oh the sinfully stunning vine
she is my angel sent from above

 

I did this for my profile for a very special person here
 

[Loki]

One of the most beautiful things i've ever read and listened to. There are so many interpretations with this poem/song. However i totally agree with this analysis:

 

I think what happens in this song is the narrator was driving one day and hit a deer; the deer gets horribly mangled but isn't dead right away. The narrator is so shocked and disturbed she can't bear to run over it again to put it out of its misery. She calls the cops and then walks onto the shoulder of the road and starts digging a grave for the deer. After a few minutes she sees a cop car coming and goes back in her car. There is a sense of relief with the cop's arrival because they will shoot the deer to put it out of its misery (they're getting closer/just get inside/it's almost over). A lot of this is about the aftermath of the event. She feels awful about killing an innocent animal and allowing it to suffer for so long. She starts thinking a lot about mankind's detrimental effects on wildlife, and starts wondering if she should change her lifestyle to do her part to minimize those effects. ~taken from songmeanings

 

"Have to Drive"

By Amanda Palmer

 

I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
It's cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o'clock I'm back in bed
Fighting the jury in my head

You learn to drive
It's only natural, dear
You drive all night
We haven't slept in years

We suffer mornings most of all
We saw you lying in the road
We tried to dig a decent grave
But it's still no way to behave

It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle
Pick the victim
Catch a tiger
Switch directions
If he hollers
Break his ankles
To protect him

We'll have to drive
They're getting closer
Just get inside
It's almost over

We will save your brothers
We will save your cousins
We will drive them far away
From streets and lights
From all signs of bad mankind

We suffer mornings most of all
Wake up all bleary eyed and sore
Forgetting everything we saw

(I'll meet you in an hour
At the car)

[Guest JeanetteVoerman]

this is not a poem but a small proverb

 

1. Money does not buy happiness but it's more comfortable to cry in a BMW than bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemies, but never forget the name of this swelling.
3. Help your neighbor when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he gets there again.
4. Many people are alive only because it is illegal to kill them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problems but milk either.

 

a little lighter than my first poem

 

[Guest Melisande]

YOU

 

I only look at the past,
You went away from me.
I found my heart torn,
I never follow your steps.

With you a part of my life is gone,
This bottle in my hand does not console me.
Only truth in my heart,
I so want to take you in my arms.

Only, I will continue to cry,
Trapped on the other side of love
You will continue to shine
In my heart forever.

My tears turn into blood,
Dye my world dark red.
I do not manage to forget this feeling,
Whoever had cast my shadow

[Darion]

one of my favorites . maybe a bit dark, butt i like it.

 

Angel of Death

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill

 

[Guest Hysteria]

Woke up after a nightmare an this is what came to mind

 

                          I have no one

                          This emptiness consumes me

                          glides this razor up my wrist

                          there is nothing left to be

 

                          My last few thoughts flash through my mind

                          crimson red flowing

                          I'm out of time

 

                          I had everything

                          As darkness falls upon me

                          But Hysteria took over

                          an now I'm free

 

Guess it jus one of those days, so you better stay out of my way

[Guest AdaWong]

I have no title.

 

Today , my life has not really changed
It is true that I have a boyfriend
But I'm still very troubled
My pain and do not want to end.
 
I do everything to try to move
But my problems rattrappent me
And I 'm happy to be his next
I'm afraid that life escapes me .
 
I have some very important friends
I would always keep
But I fear that the time
Eventually remove me .
 
I have already lost some
During the last four years
Although I would have liked
That nothing can separate us.
 
But people change , and so do I.
You end up not understanding
And it destroyed amitiée
When any of it is little more than an agreement.
 
I have wonderful parents
With me, they are so tender
Even if it would be better
they could understand me .
 
My tears are for them incomprehensible
My problems are past growing
My actions are laughable
And worthy of a child.
 
But why judge without knowing ?
They can not imagine
I would like to design
They can tell the truth .
 
I hurt much more than they think
Even if I look happy and fulfilled
They watched me once
They would see my buried pain .
 
I would like to cease
She stops to destroy me
My bad memories go
So I stopped suffering.
 
I do not want to think
Longer be so tortured
Stop thinking the worst
And those past memories.
 
I would like to live without fear of any
Forward without asking questions
To be near you
And live without moderation .
 
At the moment I hurt in my heart
But I hope that one day things will get better
Because I want to live as before
To make you all happy.
 
I've done stupid things before
And I 'm not proud
This is not an excuse for all
But it was because of anger
 
I want to stop all
Start from zero , and all over again
To stay on your side
And forgiven me .
 
I made you unhappy
And I 'm sorry
But I promise you that my hatred
Will go away soon and forever.
 
All my smiles return
Because I 'd heals
And this for good
I have promised you !

[Guest Aurélia]

dear Adelaide

I love you, I want you and nobody else ...
I want to take care of your heart, if you do not mind. I want to make your tears, tears of joy, fix your smile and brighten your face forever. I want that, together, we were building our bubble of happiness that would belong to us. A cocoon of love and tenderness subtracted from the eyes of others.
These words is verbal and I wanted you to say, but I could not wait to share more of what I feel for you you. When we are together, nothing is more important, I feel that time stops, that we are alone in the world. And this time, I want to savor every second.
Adelaide, I want you for myself, I want to cherish you in my arms, kissing passionately, lose my eyes in yours.

[johnq]

I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

[Guest Hysteria]

Sympathy for the Devil!!! Love that song!!!^^ But I gotta say GNR did it better than the Stones

[Guest Hysteria]

~Sylence is the most powerful scream~

 

Small memories fade
Days grow longer
But i grow no stronger

 

My soul grows cold
So feeble and weak

My warm beating heart is what i seek
                         
My darkend endless days
My cold an sleepless nights
I try so hard to fight

 

To the concrete ground i fall
Losing this meaningless war
i see my skin ripped an tore

 

Slowly i drift into endless slumber
No more violence
All thats left is Sylence

 

Guess I'm going all emo now

[Loki]

I invoke Him, and He comes to me in my dreams,
Dressed in black.
He speaks in a language only I can understand
His hands are warm, His breath is hot,
He is the horrible pain within my heart.

My religion, My sanctuary, My church, My sacrafice, My Confession
My exorcism, My worship, in progress
I have no other lover... now, untill forever

He is magic, and when He kisses me, I can taste Him on my lips
Like an elixir
Far from innocent
He is pure evil,
A sinners prayer, a saints desire
For Him, I would walk through fire
For Him... I have walked through fire

[Venom]

You and your double standards.

 

 

 

"You and your double standards.

 

I cant be physical with too many people,

but you can sleep with numerous girls in a 

day.

 

I cant be aggressive towards anyone,

but you can punch a guys face in for looking 

at you the wrong way.

 

I cant drink as much as I want,

but you can pound beer after beer all day.

 

I cant speak my mind about something I feel 

very stongly about,

but you can say whatever pops in your mind.

 

Dont give me a set of rules,

that even you cant follow.

I can,

sleep,

fight,

drink,

say,

and do whatever I want.

I am a women,

that can handle and take responsiblity for my 

actions.

 

You and your double standards."

[Venom]

 

Venom

 

It crawls up to me, It's found me, as It always does.

It makes Its way up my sleeve, same routine.

It latches into my skin, seeps deep into my flesh.

It sinks into my veins, It becomes the only thing I feel.

Hmmm...feel...that is something I can no longer do when It finds me.

 

I can't control It, not yet.

For now It controls me, It hurts the ones I love.

In turn hurting me, when It leaves of course.

 

It has become a contained virus, in the sense that only I can carry It.

It has become a disease, in the sense that It sickens me.

 

It has become...my Venom.

And I have become...Its host.

 

[Loki]

My beautiful flower

 

Your mouth blooms like a cut,

Sweet and full of sin

I prick myself on your thorns, and i bleed within.

 

Your leaves fade to brown and I watch you die

in my torture garden

under black sunshine

 

My beautiful flower

 

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me..

 

Our love starts to spoil,

Your lips bleed like a rose

Underneath the soil is where the evil grows

 

Your petals start to fall and the weeds attack
In my torture garden,

The blue sky is black,

 

My beautiful flower

 

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me.

[Guest Passion]

-removed

[hy0ga]

I've never actually wrote a poem myself, but I would love to share this masterpiece by the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa. 

 

The Original  (in Portuguese)

 

AUTOPSICOGRAFIA

O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que lêem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas da roda
Gira, a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama o coração.

 

 

And the English translation done by Édouard Roditi. You can't really translate something like that without losing a lot of the original emotions in the way, but Roditi did a phenomenal work here. So here it goes.

 

Autopsychography

 

The poet is a man who feigns

And feigns so thoroughly, at last

He manages to feign as pain

The pain he really feels,

 

And those who read what once he wrote

Feel clearly, in the pain they read,

Neither of the pains he felt,

Only a pain they cannot sense.

And thus, around its jolting track

There runs, to keep our reason busy,

The circling clockwork train of ours

That men agree to call a heart.