Black Eyes.

[Thurnez Isa]

A Raven's Night

I walk blacken'd streets at night
dead cold from the summer heat
those twisted eyes so thin... so dark

Crying softly to the moonlight
I can hear those trembling sighs
that bruised broken body... so cold

fuck i need a coffee

[Thurnez Isa]

Bad poetry. (look at the first line)

Malicious Melancholia
creeps beneath my skin
All my thoughts are dead,
and hell walks laughing once again.
There's a candle in my skull
flickers just like yours.
No way to gaurd it from the wind
when your lost inside a storm.
our dim lights are lost
eventually,
with no one to see them gutter out...


I feel dirty for writing that..

Don't feel dirty
give in...


besides we already have the best poem ever written
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=11705.0
see it can't be topped

[Doktor Howl]

Bad poetry. (look at the first line)

Malicious Melancholia
creeps beneath my skin
All my thoughts are dead,
and hell walks laughing once again.
There's a candle in my skull
flickers just like yours.
No way to gaurd it from the wind
when your lost inside a storm.
our dim lights are lost
eventually,
with no one to see them gutter out...


I feel dirty for writing that..

A good start, but now take it to the wall.  Ramp that shit up.  Go all Emily Dickenson crossed with Poe  on us.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Do you ever get that feeling?
You know. The one where you
want to rip off your arms
and dive head first
into a bathtub full of acid?

Well...so do I.

There are three other people
inside my head. They're names
are Red, Blue and Black.
I know that they are just
personified emotional states.
My emotional states.

Red shows up when I am depressed.
She reaches inside my chest
and absorbs my pain.
She also intensifies it.

Blue comes when red is done.
He comforts and holds me,
soothing me 'till I fall asleep.

Black is a recent creation.
He is the evil wolf faced child
who lives in the darker corners
of my mind, screaming for me
to destroy everything. He comes
when I am sick of neatness
and order. Sick of everything
pretty and fake.

You know what though?
None of this matters.
It's all a fucking dream
and so am I.
It's like I'm walking
through a world of people
who don't know they're asleep.
Don't know that all the effort
they spend creating themselves
and they're opinions and attitudes
is wasted.

A childs game
with the same
goddamn ending
over
and over
and over.

You know why
I don't tell people this?
Because it doesn't matter.
Most of them are enjoying
they're imaginary worlds
and who says realising
that none of it's real
and that none of it matters
is any better than being asleep
and dreaming anyway?

Fuck it,
let the dreamers dream.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

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.


(I find this most enjoyable if I imagine Sean Connery reading it aloud)

[Doktor Howl]

 

Sean Connery, beatnik/emo poet extraodinaire.

[nerinamakani]

Maya
Illusion, I know. Sometimes anyway.
All will be swept clean, in fact, already has. I know this when I can clear my head of it.
But at times
as now
she clouds my vision, ensares my heart
and I can see nothing.
I feel sick with it
made sick
by her words which should not effect me so.
My own weakness, my own attachment.
My own deluded stupidity for believing the lies.
Such pretty lies, as from the mouth of a lover, whispered softly.
So convincing is her deciet, and so alluring are her promises that I would and have
knowingly or not
thrown away the paradise that is the secret right of us all.

[Doktor Howl]

When I am home, and thus not being bothered by Filthy Assistant, I shall post a poem of truly epic proportions.  I composed the basic gist of it while creating a superfund site in my office bathroom.

[Thurnez Isa]

 
those who live close to each other have to crash a poetry reading... if there's enough speakers to just totally take it over it would be hilarious

[nerinamakani]

And or.
Start a really good one. and then halfway through invite all the wrong(err I mean right) people.

More confusion.

[Nast]

Crawling in my skin,
This pain I cannot feel
Blinded by your eyes
Black as a raven's wing,
I cannot breathe
I cannot feel
I can only embrace the darkness
Within my heart

[nerinamakani]

There's something in my heart..
Wait, what??!
How the F did that get there.
It feels like a sexual deviant.

[Nast]

There's something in my heart..
Wait, what??!
How the F did that get there.
It feels like a sexual deviant.

Deep within my aorta
Crimson tears spill forth
There is only you to soothe
My sore angina

[nerinamakani]

im drowning in darkness
a dark sea of blackness
i cant see and it scares me
but its ok to be scared
i cant tell if im floating, moving, or just sinking
i start to drift into sleep with wandering thoughts wondering
is this death?
am i drowning?
is that what this is?
im drowning in the ocean
i try to move
i cant
im scared
AGAIN
and start to panic a little
i want to cry out but i cant
and i know that no one will hear me any ways
but after a while of fear and crying
i calm and start to fall back into sleep
with more wondering wonders of rainbows and butterflys
and understanding oh how i wish i understood all and accepted all

i have the need to pop my ear bubbles
i try
damn it i cant even do that!
still cant move but im coming
to accept it now though
i start to wonder though am i stuck here
forever?
just for now?
hmmm...
sometimes i see light
a reflection of the sun on the water
but i dont want it
there are bad things there
in the light and that scares me the most
sometimes i try to get into the light
but i couldnt if i wanted to
and sometimes i really want to
but it doesnt matter I just cant move
i start to wonder if i cant move cause i cant?
or cause i dont really want to?
of if im just too weak?
i feel so weak sometimes
this makes me worry horribly
will i be able to leave when i need to?
want too?
i dont know
but i do know that i just feel so weak
is that what this is im to weak to do anything
but exist here suspended in watery darkness?

[notathing]

Crawling in my skin,
This pain I cannot feel