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Post by 7john7 on Feb 2, 2006 12:56:57 GMT -8
We are all children on the inside, some just bury it deeper then others. Exactly.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 11, 2006 9:52:45 GMT -8
That Which Should Not Have Been DoneTime is a barren land That I have yet to map Even to discover I seem to walk outside its borders Its hand reaches out To pull me back to reality In which I have fought So hard to leave My eyes can't concentrate Or even focus Everything has become... hazy Distorted My mind has reached A whole new level of chaos I hear things that should not be heard I can see the unseen I can feel that which has not been felt I know the unknown I did what I shouldn't have Now I'm alive in a dead world It disturbs me Time and existance Is captured within my eyes The eyes are the gates to ones soul And so my soul Has become a barren land Reality is a cruel mistress ~Hell's Deliverance Please, do not think that this refers to my past relationship as it most certainly does not, contrary to what some might think.
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Post by Raiku on Apr 11, 2006 16:23:10 GMT -8
WOOT! You have returned! I like it...it's kinda creepy. "Alive in a dead world" awesome...
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Post by 7john7 on Apr 11, 2006 16:37:01 GMT -8
I like it, it's pretty good. Keep on Writing.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 12, 2006 7:55:49 GMT -8
Thanks for the comments. I wouldn't say I am back, however I am just walking around.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 19, 2006 16:25:31 GMT -8
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 20, 2006 12:57:58 GMT -8
I like the poetry in the pictures. I like your poem as well... welcome back, wanderer.
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Post by Raiku on Apr 21, 2006 14:25:02 GMT -8
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Post by deliverance on Apr 21, 2006 18:15:12 GMT -8
Give me something happy to write about. Wait... Here's your happy poem: A picture is worth a thousand words, and yet a word is worth a thousand pictures. You figure out the rest.
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Post by hamstermuncher on Apr 25, 2006 13:15:23 GMT -8
So...I just read both pages to this thread. Referring to page one - I see where you were going with explanations, but you must agree, H.D., that it is all a bit creepy. If I didn't know you I would be afraid of running into you in a dark alley. As for page two - that hardly counts as a "happy poem".
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Post by Raiku on Apr 25, 2006 13:40:16 GMT -8
There are several happy things to write about...you just gotta look. All we really see these days is Iran Nukage, flesh eating virus's, hurricanes and politics. Where is the love?
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Post by hamstermuncher on Apr 25, 2006 14:45:34 GMT -8
I think the love is cowering in a little steel box in a sealed, abandoned tunnel 6 miles below the surface of the earth because it's scared of Mr. Deliverance here.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 26, 2006 5:43:53 GMT -8
Heh, you have gotten on my good side so far hamster.
You're right, they are creepy however they just come to my mind. I don't really sit around thinking of what to write, I just sit there with my paper and pencil and begin writing and drawing. Much of it leads to my inner thoughts, and I can be a disturbing, cruel, caring and mostly perverted individual. Although I make sure to not let my perversion get into my poetry. Perhaps my drawing, but that is it. By the way, you're right; you wouldn't want to meet me in a dark alley. +grins mischeviously+
It's as happy of a poem I'm going to be writing for now, so deal with it.
I loved that last post; made my day.
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Post by deliverance on Apr 27, 2006 19:51:51 GMT -8
Something I wrote on another forum:
Where had all the time gone? Upon wings of the fallen doves, does it descend into the eternal abyss that we call Love? Or does it ascend into the ever loving arms of Hatred? Such bitter tastes are left in our mouths, of what we have tried to forget. Let it be known that it is not life that I desire, nor love, nor even your company, but rather the solitude I'll get from killing you and your loved ones. It's the most fashionable example of someone with sanity.
Sometimes I wish that Hell would accept me, but alas I am not in its grasp, yet Heaven denies me the right to live. Guess what? I'll deny you and whatever God you bring before me and show the world a brand of death they have not seen before. Let it be known that I am the wrath of all those whom have been labeled as damned. No sanity lies in my heart. The love you're looking for doesn't exist. The face you see is not my own and the laugh you hear echoes from that of when I was a little child. Hide behind your God; I'll kill him, her, or it too. I'll show you the fiery wrath that so many have been thrown into.
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Post by Raiku on Apr 28, 2006 13:49:44 GMT -8
dang...coolness to the max.
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