Psylocide
[09] Warrior
Yikes, lets assume that you spent to much time rebutting a funny comment about one of your lines.
I don't know where that will lead me though...
A Haiku
Namuskull is wind
blowing hard to make a sound
yet it leaves no mark
8wayrun's poetry block
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Yikes, lets assume that you spent to much time rebutting a funny comment about one of your lines.
I don't know where that will lead me though...
A Haiku
Namuskull is wind
blowing hard to make a sound
yet it leaves no mark
Pocky-Yoshi
[14] Master
Oh nothing. Don't worry about it.
I only merely made sure anyone who reads my poems understands it.
Plus I used/tried random humor to capture a readers attention.
I've recently started liking poems thanks to my professors.......
-NamuSkull
Oh and nice poem.
That's basically me alright.
DeathInMyEyes
DIME
Yeah. Time to revive a thread dead since 2009.
Of Bitch and Beast
I lived with her, beside her
Sin and Skin like man akin
To breath and then
Her taking in...
Living in her Paradise,
A Cradle full of Filthy knives
A God's wrath, surmise
To better my demise
Suits her suitors, my enemies
My friends, my sperm-donor rivalries
Is her true intentions, her true inventions
Of morbid torture
(My name brings her opulent blunder)
[I cut out about half the song here. Didn't want to post too much.]
We once kissed for crystal catharsis
Once riled intentions wild
Once found love in a handbasket
Woven by graven and craven wolves...
Footprints left in snow, just for show, now decadent
Forgotten memories of our years we spent
Behind painted girls as they spun their twirls
We laughed, we cried, as scried,
We left the names we gave engraved
On a mindless fool's lichened flesh
As we absorbed, abhorred, our opiates
And adhered to Laws
As misleading as our Absinthe facinations
But fuck my phantasies spent
On Lady Lull
My memories aren't that kempt
And soon- I'll forget her by noon-
I'll find another to en-thrust my harpoon.
- 2010
Of Bitch and Beast
I lived with her, beside her
Sin and Skin like man akin
To breath and then
Her taking in...
Living in her Paradise,
A Cradle full of Filthy knives
A God's wrath, surmise
To better my demise
Suits her suitors, my enemies
My friends, my sperm-donor rivalries
Is her true intentions, her true inventions
Of morbid torture
(My name brings her opulent blunder)
[I cut out about half the song here. Didn't want to post too much.]
We once kissed for crystal catharsis
Once riled intentions wild
Once found love in a handbasket
Woven by graven and craven wolves...
Footprints left in snow, just for show, now decadent
Forgotten memories of our years we spent
Behind painted girls as they spun their twirls
We laughed, we cried, as scried,
We left the names we gave engraved
On a mindless fool's lichened flesh
As we absorbed, abhorred, our opiates
And adhered to Laws
As misleading as our Absinthe facinations
But fuck my phantasies spent
On Lady Lull
My memories aren't that kempt
And soon- I'll forget her by noon-
I'll find another to en-thrust my harpoon.
- 2010
Pocky-Yoshi
[14] Master
Good god, I used to be so friggin colorful.
DeathInMyEyes
DIME
You still are.