Black Eyes.

[nerinamakani]

My eyes see everything. My heart feels everything. Knowing so clearly I feel blind. The light feels like darkness and death's not a secret anymore. My eyes are black and without needing a reason why my soul is screaming so quietly. Pain like melted butter, like pleasure, just like happiness. Like a slit wrist crying softly, ecstatic, life blood pouring out. Never mind those promises. Smile when no ones looking, no ones ever really looking. A spirit in the darkness, the other lights are just fading dreams, sweet and lost. Other peoples pale reflections are the ghosts of hope. I just want to touch. I can't feel their caressing hands, my black eyes watch their pretend kisses and love, and my black eyes laugh.

nerina

[LMNO]

Since this is your first post, we have no context for this.  So, we have to take it at complete face value.

And the face value reaction is...

[East Coast Hustle]

Or...



srsly, though, Or Kill Me is a subforum for rants, which generally have some sort of point. This reads more like poetry (we'll leave aside any criticisms of the poetry itself for now), which would be more appropriately placed in Bring and Brag.

Also, welcome to PD.com. We're a pretty active and engaged community, so please feel free to introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about you.

[LMNO]

In addition, because this is either poetry or polemic, I didn't mention that the first sentence isn't actually true.  The eyes do not see everything. 

[Doktor Howl]

In addition, because this is either poetry or polemic, I didn't mention that the first sentence isn't actually true.  The eyes do not see everything. 

Mine do.  But I have had them modified, and then exercised them trying to count the moles on old pics of Bea Arthur.

[Doktor Howl]

My eyes see everything. My heart feels everything. Knowing so clearly I feel blind. The light feels like darkness and death's not a secret anymore. My eyes are black and without needing a reason why my soul is screaming so quietly. Pain like melted butter, like pleasure, just like happiness. Like a slit wrist crying softly, ecstatic, life blood pouring out. Never mind those promises. Smile when no ones looking, no ones ever really looking. A spirit in the darkness, the other lights are just fading dreams, sweet and lost. Other peoples pale reflections are the ghosts of hope. I just want to touch. I can't feel their caressing hands, my black eyes watch their pretend kisses and love, and my black eyes laugh.

nerina

Is this a rant, or some kind of emo poetry?

[Reginald Ret]

Poetry.
If this is a rant, i don't get it.

[Nast]

It's good, but it could use more raven's wings.

[Doktor Howl]

It's good, but it could use more raven's wings.

Now I have to shit bats.

Anyway, off to Bring and Brag with it.

[Pariah]

My eyes are black and without needing a reason why my soul is screaming so quietly.

?

[Pariah]

Pain like melted butter, like pleasure, just like happiness.

                     THIS IS PAIN.

[nerinamakani]

*giggles* "this is pain"

I guess it's as close to your guys type of rant as I get. About being  lonely and peoples seemingly fake affection. It all came out in a spew, sort of like a rant.

I'm not sure how to do introductions.. Hi I'm here..heh

I tried to avoid emo overtones but I realize they did leak through a bit, from a certain perspective anyway.

[Earthbound Spirit]

My eyes see everything. My heart feels everything. Knowing so clearly I feel blind. The light feels like darkness and death's not a secret anymore. My eyes are black and without needing a reason why my soul is screaming so quietly. Pain like melted butter, like pleasure, just like happiness. Like a slit wrist crying softly, ecstatic, life blood pouring out. Never mind those promises. Smile when no ones looking, no ones ever really looking. A spirit in the darkness, the other lights are just fading dreams, sweet and lost. Other peoples pale reflections are the ghosts of hope. I just want to touch. I can't feel their caressing hands, my black eyes watch their pretend kisses and love, and my black eyes laugh.

Jesus fucking Christ

What is this shit supposed to be?  I don't get it.

Have you considered drugs?

[nerinamakani]

It's just sort of a stream of thought. Expression on the run, you know? trying to get stuff out of my head.

I smoke pot, it helps. LoL

[Darth Cupcake]

It's just sort of a stream of thought. Expression on the run, you know? trying to get stuff out of my head.

I smoke pot, it helps. LoL

Gaaarrrrrr, please don't be like that.

There's a bunch of folks on this forum that use drugs. A bunch that don't. So this isn't about whether or not you do or do not use drugs.

But please, take responsibility/credit for your own writing.

If you write shit, don't blame pot. If you write brilliant stuff, don't foist the credit off on pot. What you're writing is YOUR WRITING. If you find that pot helps you access the part of yourself that you want to access to write, that's fine. But please don't make this into "lol it was teh potz"