Welcome to my Filthy Mind: Dark poety

[gal4]

Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles too

And when it's twelve o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there

Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue

Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles too

And when it's twelve o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there

Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue

Sung by numerous singers, all now dead. Thank goodness.

Perhaps the shadow ate them, moooohahha, hahahaa.
Gonna eat you too, until it gets a tummy ache.

And then watch the shadow take alka seltzer.

And the shadow says, now I feel better, time to go out an eat some more people, and get another belly ache.

Bobby Blake, killed a snake,
ate it and died with a belly ache.

But before, he ran down the rail road track,
tripped and broke his back.

Oh, man, he said, mister, can you give me a fig.
No, he said, coz you look like a pig.

Oink, oink.

doink, doink.

sloink, sloink.

Wahhahhaaa. Wahhhaaaa.

english poetry is gay

[Grm]

Originally Posted by persiangurl

english poetry is gay

Thank you pg, we can always rely on you for such incisive critique.
Whistle while you work
Grm

[shysnale]

Through this chemical life,
All over the bytes of my needle,
Death is crawling in my veins.
But your love rules the essential.

Will it ever get clear, is there an end to that nightmare.
You know you could just spark my life.
Please give it another shot, just another try …

The feel is so intense,
That I start to wonder,
Would it be the same if I was sane.
Is be sick the only way for larger feelings.

Shall I try to express what I feel,
Since I know what it’s all about,
About the balance I never had,
I may have now before I die.

Before the overdose takes me away
Away from you and your love,
Before you show me the way.

Originally Posted by Grm

Thank you pg, we can always rely on you for such incisive critique.
Whistle while you work
Grm

my pleasure

Really, the poetry is simply a reflection of the underlying culture.

[XxThicky_Thick_ChicxX]

Jeeze I didn't relize I was going to start somthing with this post.

[gal4]

Well, you did, congratulations, the pen is mightier than the sword.

[Grm]

Originally Posted by shysnale

Through this chemical life,
All over the bytes of my needle,
Death is crawling in my veins.
But your love rules the essential.

Will it ever get clear, is there an end to that nightmare.
You know you could just spark my life.
Please give it another shot, just another try …

The feel is so intense,
That I start to wonder,
Would it be the same if I was sane.
Is be sick the only way for larger feelings.

Shall I try to express what I feel,
Since I know what it’s all about,
About the balance I never had,
I may have now before I die.

Before the overdose takes me away
Away from you and your love,
Before you show me the way.

Good stuff monsieur, I imagine it sounds even better in French.
likes dark poetry
Grm

[shysnale]

Originally Posted by Grm

Good stuff monsieur, I imagine it sounds even better in French.
likes dark poetry
Grm

thanks very much

[XxThicky_Thick_ChicxX]

I loved you, you made me, hate me. You gave me, hate, see?. It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that? I rip back, everytime you tried to steal that.You feel bad? you feel sad? Im sorry,
hell no fuck that! It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife. This strife
it dies, this life and these lies. And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its true I
hurt too, remember I loved you


I've , Lost it all, fell today,It's all the same
I've , been abused, I feel so used, because of you

I wish I could I could have quit you. I wish I never missed you, And told you that I loved you, every
time I Fucked you. The future that we both drew, and all the shit we've been through. Obssed with the
thought of you, the pain just grew and grew! How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you,
it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you. I used to be love struck, now I'm just fucked
up. Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts

[gal4]

Nice, Nice. Love your play with words.

Yeah, and don't let them do that to ya. Hit'em back!!

[pravjey]

I know this section is called "Rape Stories" but I hope poetry is not excluded.


Letter from a Rapist
=============

Dear Madam,
I was already angry when I saw you,
Please don't think you are to blame.
I'd just been arguing with my dad,
to you, the reason might seem lame.
I know that I didn't know you,
I didn't even find you hot,
Yet my blood was still on the boil
And I needed a scapegoat.
As I began to follow you home,
I was checking out your arse.
I decided to make my move,
when you were safely in the underpass.
I ran up quickly behind you
And grabbed you by the neck.
I slammed your body against the wall,
then I forced you to have sex.
You've probably been wondering many times
What you had ever done to me.
You were simply in the wrong place, wrong time,
If it wasn't you, it would have been some other lady.
Yours faithfully,

[kinkyone]

pick it up - put it down
live with a smile - or with a frown'
you ain't gonna swim - you gonna sink down
cause my mama says - life is a maze
Life sucks - and that's on good days

[sofia]

ALONE
Edgar Allan Poe
(1830)


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

[sofia]

Once I took your face into
my hands. Moonlight fell on it.
Most incomprehensible object
under overflowing tears.

Like something docile, that quietly endures,
it felt almost the way a thing feels.
And yet there was no being in that chill
night, which endlessly eludes me.

O these places toward which we surge,
pushing into the scant surfaces
all the waves of our heart,
our pleasures and our weaknesses,
and to whom do we finally hold them out?

To the stranger, who misunderstood us,
to the other, whom we never found,
to those slaves, who bound us,
to the spring winds, which promptly vanished,
and to silence, that spendthrift.

[Grm]

Originally Posted by sofia

Once I took your face into
my hands. Moonlight fell on it.
Most incomprehensible object
under overflowing tears.

Like something docile, that quietly endures,
it felt almost the way a thing feels.
And yet there was no being in that chill
night, which endlessly eludes me.

O these places toward which we surge,
pushing into the scant surfaces
all the waves of our heart,
our pleasures and our weaknesses,
and to whom do we finally hold them out?

To the stranger, who misunderstood us,
to the other, whom we never found,
to those slaves, who bound us,
to the spring winds, which promptly vanished,
and to silence, that spendthrift.

Beautiful, simply beautiful.
enraptured
Grm

[Grm]

For innocent

How far would you go?
lying on your back,heaving,
praying for release from this,
never ending torment, that stabs
your heart, bringing you to
ecstasy beyond your dreams,
no use fighting, only surrender
jerking and sheathed in sweat,
going on forever until dark.
grm2006

[Grm]

A long lost friend, who's departure,
I have long felt regrets and tears,
wishing my phyche was not mine,
just retreat into that dark hole.
where I am not this monster,
just a nightmare, belonging to another.

Grm 2006
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For MzMaddnezZ


MADNESS COMES
Madness comes this way I see it,
lurking behind the shadows cast,
waiting to pounce in diabolical fit,
no dream, this could be my last.

Madness is always there,watching,
seeking weaknesses,while I stare,
feelings of hope now missing,
I wait to be taken to its lair.

Night strikes a lonely chime,
no one to hear it but me,
clinging dark always on time,
light forever lost to me.

grm 2005

[somedude]

Must be the Moderators Poetry Hour! Lets's see if I can cook something up real fast...

Fast this was thought up
Fast I did write this
Fast so it's not very good
Fast so it's quite bad
Fast so everyone very well might think I'm quite mad

Yeah it sucks, but it took me a minute!!!!