Decadence Posted July 7, 2003 Author Share Posted July 7, 2003 neather can i. hey better rock to loud then rap to loud. people who play rock arnt the ones in cars that have it blaring for no apparent reason. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 7, 2003 Share Posted July 7, 2003 ^^ Guess your right. I hate rap, I can't stand it. Rap...Ick!And that's a really good point, if you have a resone to play music loud it's better then to have no resones at all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 8, 2003 Author Share Posted July 8, 2003 i down the liquid fire from this bottle to forget my past. the memories that haunt me. i try to lose them in the bottom of the bottle. i pour the fire down my throat. when i see the bottom i dont beleave it. it cant be empty but it is so i order another one. i down that one too. so my night goes. i live every day just to get to the night for this. the bottle and the stupor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 A lquid of fire, I like it. Going from night to night the same way. And having hunting memeories. ^^ I love it the thought in the poems great. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 8, 2003 Author Share Posted July 8, 2003 liquid fire is what wine tastes lke to me some time.... [Sarcasm] you missed point of poem compleatly '-.- [/Sarcasm] person gets drunk to forget his past. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 Opps...well never tasted wine before... plus shouldn't he a ventually get nocked out, have a lack in memeories, and if he drinks that heavilly each night. Well he'd eventually die from drinking. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 8, 2003 Author Share Posted July 8, 2003 ok.... well you just made feel stupid..... made my poem seem realy messed up. LoL oh well Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 O_o Opps, sorry didn't mean to make you feel like an idot. And your poems not messed up, it's just me that made it seem messed up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 8, 2003 Author Share Posted July 8, 2003 lol i was kidding lol lol lol dont apologize fr pointing something out to me.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 Umm...okay. I still like the poem though. (Don't like making people feel like idots or anything like that) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 quiet whispers fall on deaf ears. pain is played across unfeeling skin knives jabbed in the body and soul ahev made me callous this pain is an unfeeling fool people hate me for no reason so they stick knives in me the ones i ignore stick more in so i appese them by letting my self feel pain so it rewinds and goes again i pray to your god but he hears them not i scream out in frustration but you hear not i warn you all but you chose to ignore me so i leave and you dont care so i will never come back Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 I like, hopfully I'm not off on this one. Well here's my thoughts. Feeling pain so they stop doing stabbing so much. Yet it rewinds over and over again till your gone. Then leave yet they don'e care so you just stay gone, and away forever. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 um.... sure.... i was just writing what came to me i didnt even read it over so your guess is as good as mine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 You don't read your own work? Strange most people at least look for spelling. Oh well, but hey I can't be that much off now. Yay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 lol i said i didnt read this one i read most of em but this one i felt like putting up with out reading i rarel;y edit any of my writen stuff except for spellin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 Well then your a good speller. I'm bad at speling, every thing I write would be spelled wrong if I didn't go back and check. lol That says alot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 LoL.... meh to tired to write another poem today. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 You should try to get more sleep then. It'd work out better and you'd be able to write. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 lol your right i should but thats not ganna happen.... stay up till 2 or three sleep till 11 or 12. fun fun. it is Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 More sleep....or coffe. I under stand that work well. It should be fun getting to sleep most of the time. Hopfully you don't sleep any later. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 9, 2003 Author Share Posted July 9, 2003 i try to sleep the pain away the pain that seems to be inside me but i wake up to it. its there constantly but i never let it show a lie on my lips and face at all time this pain is for me to bare alone so i hide it deep with in me trying to cover it up with lies but when it breakes through it breaks me so i hide i hide in the dreams that never come a kid crying at night over what seems like nothing but his memorys are tearing at him he crys him self to sleep to escape them but they haunt his dreams but the pain leaves when he thinks about the good times he had so he trys to escape by replaying memorys but yet he still crys at night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 9, 2003 Share Posted July 9, 2003 I like it. ^^ Trying to escape the hunting, bad, painful truth. Crying your self to sleep and dreams of the good things. Yet still crying, and once awaking to wake to nightmares. It's great. ^^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 10, 2003 Author Share Posted July 10, 2003 sadness... hurt by the loss of a person who never cared. pain... these feelings betray me. depression... darkness encompasses me. passion... a crimson fire burn though the night. why... why do I keep living? hate... you hate me for no reason. stained... these blood stained hands aren?t mine. I've hurt no one purposely. loneliness... away from people. away from life suffering... constant pain wrought by emotions. end... end this all. End of the darkness and the light. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 10, 2003 Share Posted July 10, 2003 I like it, the thought of it is good. One word can mean alot, having to think of it on a different level of meaning. Which causes for a higher level of thinking. All things leading to the of both darkness and light, the end of being apart from the rest, combining into one in the end. I like it and all the things fit together nicely. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decadence Posted July 10, 2003 Author Share Posted July 10, 2003 title: apocalyptic earth Apocalyptic dawn the earth rises again without man thus there is no sin pain and death have been erased purity now is full but no one lives in this pure world because they all were tainted this place is now desolate and consumed by nothing the words of the last echo forever in this empty world apocalyptic sun earth and moon night and day pain suffering strife be gone with those who bring it wipe the slate clean end it all pain return to bliss and bliss is good but despite how pure this place is it is tainted tainted with the blood of man spilt to be pure spilt by no one now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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