Decadence Posted June 17, 2003 Posted June 17, 2003 Man hates pain, so he puts walls around his heart to prevent people from getting close. But these walls both prevent pain and cause pain. It causes lonelyness. A sickly sweet poision is lonelyness. It makes you feel strong until someone gets in and you cant push them away. And when they leave, the walls fall on you causing even more pain. And this pain makes it even harder to build the walls back up because you know the pleasure of having someone close to you. Man needs others to live. This is mans only flaw, yet at the same time, its greatest quality. Because the ones who live for others do great, great things for the rest of man because they care for others. Not just themselves.
Epsilon Posted June 17, 2003 Posted June 17, 2003 That's a good one, you should post more offten. The point of pain in this is great. Building walls out of fallen ruins, the thought is also true.
Decadence Posted June 17, 2003 Author Posted June 17, 2003 title: knifes edge/ end this life this fear haunts me in my dreams i run away but you seem to scream i hate that sound the sound of pain so i turn back but to see you slain these dreams they haubt ne every night a dark void i fear and fight these voices pass the edge of the knife telling me of pleasure and not of strife but these dark dream haunt me yet i fear flight i must stay yet i do not fight pain and poison are my friends both will stop me in the end yet the end hasnt come though i wish it to this life is triveal and yet filled to to the brim with spite and malice for those who took you from me and then set me free they wouldnt kill me though i begged they let me go to see you killed and saved me when i tried to join you now death wont come they wont let it but they seem to think they are helping me they are just tourturing me my angle please come and take me away away from this life away from this pain "why wont you come" i ask the darkness the dark hold no anser though i wish it would it wont anser me and you wont come please take me i beg yet you see to wait wait for the light that shall never break break this darkness the encompasses me sense my loss of you and me
Epsilon Posted June 17, 2003 Posted June 17, 2003 The way you write every thing is great, I loved the last one. Dosen't have a title though...Anyways if you keep posting I'll keep reading it. Gotta log off now though, I'll be comeing back to prase you later.
Decadence Posted June 17, 2003 Author Posted June 17, 2003 thanks almost none of my poems have title's most i just start writing something and keep going and going till it ends ill see if i can find my note book i had one in... well maybe ill come up with something later
Epsilon Posted June 17, 2003 Posted June 17, 2003 I'm back again...that's good. Most of the time my poems don't get titles till I finish writing them. I still think your poems are great. You're going into my buddy list along with dayday and all of my other friends.:D
Decadence Posted June 17, 2003 Author Posted June 17, 2003 ok. bah still cant find my note book... i wrote the poem during class instead of taking notes. LoL... maybe ill find it. hope so i read some of the things you wrote they were good too
Epsilon Posted June 18, 2003 Posted June 18, 2003 Thanks, I hope you find your note book. Cause you really are a good writer.
Decadence Posted June 18, 2003 Author Posted June 18, 2003 thnx i think i know where it is lemme go find it and ill put it up the one in my note but has a title (edited version) fallen angel/tormented dreams Fallen angel hopeless and desperate crawling towards the light. This light burns constantly toying with him. It becomes a siren song of sweet salvation. A never ending torture is this existence. An insatiable hunger tears at him a thirst for survival gnaws at him. In this never ending sleep illusions turn to reality. Darkness to light, truth to lies these opposites that require each other to exist become the same and become nothingness. (original; not sure if finished or not) Fallen angel hopeles and despert. crawling tworads the light. Light burning constantly toying with him. Moving always as it beccones him. Crawling never ending torture. The light sears his flesh as it burns away the darkness but yet he continues to it. All is this light. Pain, bliss, healing, torture, life, and death. The light is survival that burns through him. The gloom enshrouds him becconing him to give into the darkness and to forget survival. This existence is a dream, nothing is real but it is substance. Illusan and truth constant opposits but needed for the other to exist. [COLOR=orangered][size=1]Please don't double post. Wait for a reply or use the EDIT option. Thanks. -Sara[/size][/COLOR]
Epsilon Posted June 18, 2003 Posted June 18, 2003 So that's where you got your qoute from. lol, it's great you putted up the edited version and unedited. I love the feel to this one too.
Decadence Posted June 18, 2003 Author Posted June 18, 2003 ok... well i have nothing else right now... oh well maybe later
Epsilon Posted June 18, 2003 Posted June 18, 2003 Thanks for the title shadO magE. I'm glade you like my poems, I've said this before but i still really like your's too.
Decadence Posted June 19, 2003 Author Posted June 19, 2003 title: past pain/ run away all i can do is run away when you people think your better then me i run away when im hurt from you when i hind from every one all i do is run away but the pain chases me down no caring that i hate it it wont stop comming at me it burns me from the inside freezes me run the out side and all i do is run away you may think me a coward but i must run away this pain is to much for you to bare so you push it on me you think im weak for running away you dont know the pain i feel every day every night you have no right to call me weak you who cannot take pain for a singel day it breaks you so you force it on me you think im weak for taking it and you hate me for retalyating so what can i do besides run away you say i musnt run away but who are you to say what i should do you who are weak who pushes pain on others so i say good bye and run away
Epsilon Posted June 19, 2003 Posted June 19, 2003 I love it, reminds me of a song! I like it, having to run because some ones too afarid to satnd the pain or even try. It reminds me of some people I know to.
Epsilon Posted June 21, 2003 Posted June 21, 2003 I came close to what it means!?! o_O that's different I have problems with exspering feelings yet I know what others are feeling. That kinda weird. Oh, well I kinda like knowing how others are feeling now.
Decadence Posted June 23, 2003 Author Posted June 23, 2003 title: pain, hate, rage, spite. this pain it overwhelms me. it makes me want to end it all. this hate consumes me. it makes me want to take you all. this rage burns me. it makes me feel spiteful Spitefulness this feeling confuses me confusion leands me back to pain pain leads me back to hate and hate leads me back to rage. all this cuz i saw the one i loved die. i think about joing her every day but i am a coward i am scared of death yet being without her is worse then death. but still i am afraid she is just hidden and not truely dead so i fear and wish to die everyday. yet i will not let my self. thus this pain it overwhelms me. it makes me want to end it all. this hate consumes me. it makes me want to take you all. this rage burns me. it makes me feel spiteful Spitefulness this feeling confuses me confusion leands me back to pain pain leads me back to hate and hate leads me back to rage.
Epsilon Posted June 23, 2003 Posted June 23, 2003 Pain leads to hate, hate to rage, and rage back to pain. ^^ A for ever spining wheel, I like it. Not allowing one's self to be because of what has been done and what's not known. The fuel of hate and spite most be really big.
Decadence Posted June 23, 2003 Author Posted June 23, 2003 hmm... guess i just been down that path a few times the past few years... most of the reason i write is these past few years but thats not important. yea you got it right again.
Epsilon Posted June 23, 2003 Posted June 23, 2003 Yay, I got it again...Still weird but cool! ^^ I know none of my concern, but how many years are you talking about? Anyways I think that was my seconde favorite of the one you've posted so far. ^^ I think I'll keep reading your work as long as you post it, that is if you don't mind hearing from me so much.
Decadence Posted June 24, 2003 Author Posted June 24, 2003 3 years... and no i dont mind... i think your the only one who even reafds my stuff. LoL!
Epsilon Posted June 24, 2003 Posted June 24, 2003 More people should read your work, they would probly like it. Or they read your work but just don't say any thing about it. If my friends were part of the OB they'd like it, they should join and read your work that be fun. And thanks for not minding me asking questions, or reading your work constently. ^^
Decadence Posted June 28, 2003 Author Posted June 28, 2003 title: betrayed trust this pain flows from my body like rivers from lakes the choices ive had to make the things ive seen seeds of doubt have been planted yet never reaped every one betrays me yet i still trust people why? why do i trust all it does is bring pain years past and years present have all been the same pain pure and simple but thats what hursts the most no one cared still no one cares why do i keep living every day? to make others happy? yes thats it there are a few people that still havtn hurt me so i live yet it still hurts i remember everyday that pain was what i woke up to and fell asleep to
Decadence Posted June 28, 2003 Author Posted June 28, 2003 title: foolish i was a fool these people i should have never trusted i was nothing but a tool yet i still trust i am still a fool i know yet i cant change so i am the most foolish yet even when they are useing me i am happier then when they are yelling at me it seems easeier to be used then be my self this pain has broken me thus i am a fool for still living i am a fool i am a fool....
Epsilon Posted June 29, 2003 Posted June 29, 2003 The flowing pain comes and goes only to one day stay. I like it! ^^ They're two different poems yet in the end they both relate back to one another. Trusting to be hurt in the end, the fact is the truth can hurt! Still I lthink the poems are great, keep up the good work.
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