I am working on a few new pieces. I should be able to post one or two within the next three days. At least, I am hoping. As always, I hope you guys will be able to comment on them.
Thanks,
Ian.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Vanish
** This is one of my newest. (composed in late may)
I'll be honest, I have no idea why I wrote it. The words just came together like an easy puzzle. I love this poem, and I really hope everyone else does. I consider it one of my best and I'd be disappointed if it is a failure. But, not all poems are meant for greatness, huh?
Let's hope for the best. Comment guys.
Vanish
Barely alive.
I can feel the pounding of the searing pangs in my head.
Temporal distortion of a voice so melodious.
But your voice is unheard!
Like fangs,
doused in poison you are.
A wanton display of my deprivation gone awry.
Bask in its decadence.
Lost in thought,
numbing like the cold antithesis of warmth.
The obsession is unparalleled,
by wishes made black and twisted.
Scream it to the sky,
all for the weary eyes that speak,
the voices in our heads,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"
Can I feel?
The pain of your heart beating away against the bone.
Don't be the sacrificial martyr,
to this insanity.
Perish the thought,
purge it away with the voice of tears
that melt away in the rain as nonexistence.
Erroneous.
Bear the blame.
For I am not strong enough to carry the burden alone.
We need each other to salt the wounds,
and cry out in desperation.
Scream it high!
My hopes and dreams fly with your song.
Your self degeneration cries,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"
Vanish,
Disperse in the ephemeral with the cry, "I can't!"
My darling, smile just once more.
So that we might fade into the tomes of hope lost.
Together in agony.
Shout 'till heaven hangs over,
Eternal silence in the arms of warmth,
and now we might erase ourselves, with the words,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be."
I'll be honest, I have no idea why I wrote it. The words just came together like an easy puzzle. I love this poem, and I really hope everyone else does. I consider it one of my best and I'd be disappointed if it is a failure. But, not all poems are meant for greatness, huh?
Let's hope for the best. Comment guys.
Vanish
Barely alive.
I can feel the pounding of the searing pangs in my head.
Temporal distortion of a voice so melodious.
But your voice is unheard!
Like fangs,
doused in poison you are.
A wanton display of my deprivation gone awry.
Bask in its decadence.
Lost in thought,
numbing like the cold antithesis of warmth.
The obsession is unparalleled,
by wishes made black and twisted.
Scream it to the sky,
all for the weary eyes that speak,
the voices in our heads,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"
Can I feel?
The pain of your heart beating away against the bone.
Don't be the sacrificial martyr,
to this insanity.
Perish the thought,
purge it away with the voice of tears
that melt away in the rain as nonexistence.
Erroneous.
Bear the blame.
For I am not strong enough to carry the burden alone.
We need each other to salt the wounds,
and cry out in desperation.
Scream it high!
My hopes and dreams fly with your song.
Your self degeneration cries,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be!"
Vanish,
Disperse in the ephemeral with the cry, "I can't!"
My darling, smile just once more.
So that we might fade into the tomes of hope lost.
Together in agony.
Shout 'till heaven hangs over,
Eternal silence in the arms of warmth,
and now we might erase ourselves, with the words,
"This is not, how it's supposed to
be."
Where are you?
Where are You?
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
While their precious world is softly crying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?
Corruption and greed, the path they choose,
Leaving starving children, sick and shying.
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due
Whisked away by the voice of a lovely muse,
Poor souls seduced to think they are flying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?
Sad fools praise you, trapped in lines of drab pews
They shun cretins with loud gasps and sighing
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
Their lives are run, seemingly as if zoos,
Veils thrown upon eyes from constant lying,
in the darkest of hours, where are you?
I lay low, pronouncing you as no ruse,
though my resolve is slowly dying.
Drowning in hell, I pay your Devil's Due,
But in my darkest hour, where are you?
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
While their precious world is softly crying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?
Corruption and greed, the path they choose,
Leaving starving children, sick and shying.
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due
Whisked away by the voice of a lovely muse,
Poor souls seduced to think they are flying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?
Sad fools praise you, trapped in lines of drab pews
They shun cretins with loud gasps and sighing
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
Their lives are run, seemingly as if zoos,
Veils thrown upon eyes from constant lying,
in the darkest of hours, where are you?
I lay low, pronouncing you as no ruse,
though my resolve is slowly dying.
Drowning in hell, I pay your Devil's Due,
But in my darkest hour, where are you?
**I wrote this poem in rebellion at my grandmother. She keeps telling me that I'll burn in hell or I am a cretin or something like that. All of her christian views are so hypocritical, it makes me sick. And so, here it is.
The Un-attainable Heaven
Can they grasp the concept,
of a brusque impossibility?
The sins of their forefathers,
abominations of creation
Can never be forgiven?
But why is it we try,
to reach the un-attainable Heaven.
Why sit upon cloud nine
To be all alone,
When you can burn with me?
I still remember the day,
you told me I could be saved.
Like I ever had a chance,
to right the wrongs, fix the misdeeds,
and embrace salvation.
But why should I try,
to touch the un-attainable Heavens?
Why sit upon a golden throne,
embroidered with arrogant loneliness?
When we can burn together?
Why bend my knee willingly,
when I can spit in the savior's face?
And remark on his abandonment,
of a species teetering on the brink,
of self destruction?
And though we reach to the skies,
tears streaming into our eyes.
Crying out for the un-attainable Heavens,
to take the pain away,
No answers will ever come,
to keep our demons at bay.
The Un-attainable Heaven
Can they grasp the concept,
of a brusque impossibility?
The sins of their forefathers,
abominations of creation
Can never be forgiven?
But why is it we try,
to reach the un-attainable Heaven.
Why sit upon cloud nine
To be all alone,
When you can burn with me?
I still remember the day,
you told me I could be saved.
Like I ever had a chance,
to right the wrongs, fix the misdeeds,
and embrace salvation.
But why should I try,
to touch the un-attainable Heavens?
Why sit upon a golden throne,
embroidered with arrogant loneliness?
When we can burn together?
Why bend my knee willingly,
when I can spit in the savior's face?
And remark on his abandonment,
of a species teetering on the brink,
of self destruction?
And though we reach to the skies,
tears streaming into our eyes.
Crying out for the un-attainable Heavens,
to take the pain away,
No answers will ever come,
to keep our demons at bay.
Today
**I enjoy the happy rainbowness. This is the ending to my anthology. It rounded up "And so the world burns" the first poem, followed by "All hope is lost" and so on.
Today
Today was a day,
it was entirely like no other.
The skies were blue,
and the clouds were white.
The rivers were clean,
and rainbows in sight.
Was it strange,
that joy was so easily attained?
Why was it that the waters of life,
flowed free and unhindered,
to the natural world around?
It was quite a sight to behold.
Ancient enemies,
of the ancient world passed,
dropped their blades,
and embraced one another,
I felt so honored,
to witness the fantastic.
The impossible came reality,
and the world took to the sky,
on a flight of fancy.
It was truly a spectacle,
never told before,
but one for history.
Today was a day,
that changed so very much.
Monkeys became men,
and heathens were redeemed.
Cities were covered in gold,
to memorialize this day.
Dreams are lined,
in the silvery rays,
of the Sun ever shining,
above the world now quiet,
no longer fearing the fires of war
to reclaim their lives.
Today was a day,
unlike all others.
It was a day of peace and quiet.
A day of such changing emotion.
The world was moving,
but the hate was frozen.
Today was the day,
I stopped holding on,
to my perverted views,
and psychotic self righteousness.
The arrogance flooded away,
and the dark was lifting.
Today was the day,
all veils were tossed aside.
And the world looked upon us.
A smile was now on its face.
Might I take your hand,
so we can waltz together into its light.
Today
Today was a day,
it was entirely like no other.
The skies were blue,
and the clouds were white.
The rivers were clean,
and rainbows in sight.
Was it strange,
that joy was so easily attained?
Why was it that the waters of life,
flowed free and unhindered,
to the natural world around?
It was quite a sight to behold.
Ancient enemies,
of the ancient world passed,
dropped their blades,
and embraced one another,
I felt so honored,
to witness the fantastic.
The impossible came reality,
and the world took to the sky,
on a flight of fancy.
It was truly a spectacle,
never told before,
but one for history.
Today was a day,
that changed so very much.
Monkeys became men,
and heathens were redeemed.
Cities were covered in gold,
to memorialize this day.
Dreams are lined,
in the silvery rays,
of the Sun ever shining,
above the world now quiet,
no longer fearing the fires of war
to reclaim their lives.
Today was a day,
unlike all others.
It was a day of peace and quiet.
A day of such changing emotion.
The world was moving,
but the hate was frozen.
Today was the day,
I stopped holding on,
to my perverted views,
and psychotic self righteousness.
The arrogance flooded away,
and the dark was lifting.
Today was the day,
all veils were tossed aside.
And the world looked upon us.
A smile was now on its face.
Might I take your hand,
so we can waltz together into its light.
**My sarcasm at its finest.
A slight Nihilist
The world is full of hilarities.
Such as a death in a family,
an abuse in a convent.
Or even better,
the doctor hooked on his own drugs.
It's oh so sad!
That little plane crash and claimed 200,
Y'know, the one where the pilot had,
a mid flight fix, just to get by?
Ah well. Less meat sacks to deal with.
When one thinks, "It's really not my problem"
Then alll Hell breaks loose.
Because you're damned by the monkies
who justify themselves by their false emotions,
like love for their fellow monkey.
One could easily serperate,
oneself from the other bannana munchers.
But they turn around and munch themselves.
Have you seen them fight over that fruit?
It always ends in fire, brimstone, and mass wars.
.Have the monkies reached the apex,
of their feigned civility?
Or will their revelations revert them,
passed their hatred and fear?
It's a wonder countries and republics still stand sometimes.
Few can only hope to watch from sidelines,
far too narcissistic to engage in the trivialities,
that lead corrupt souls astray.
It's funny how their "free will"
morphs them into barbaric slaves
Maybe I am that narcissist.
Too bad I guess,
Too bad I won't save them.
I will pull my arm away, and watch them drown in flame.
Because I just want to watch the world burn.
A slight Nihilist
The world is full of hilarities.
Such as a death in a family,
an abuse in a convent.
Or even better,
the doctor hooked on his own drugs.
It's oh so sad!
That little plane crash and claimed 200,
Y'know, the one where the pilot had,
a mid flight fix, just to get by?
Ah well. Less meat sacks to deal with.
When one thinks, "It's really not my problem"
Then alll Hell breaks loose.
Because you're damned by the monkies
who justify themselves by their false emotions,
like love for their fellow monkey.
One could easily serperate,
oneself from the other bannana munchers.
But they turn around and munch themselves.
Have you seen them fight over that fruit?
It always ends in fire, brimstone, and mass wars.
.Have the monkies reached the apex,
of their feigned civility?
Or will their revelations revert them,
passed their hatred and fear?
It's a wonder countries and republics still stand sometimes.
Few can only hope to watch from sidelines,
far too narcissistic to engage in the trivialities,
that lead corrupt souls astray.
It's funny how their "free will"
morphs them into barbaric slaves
Maybe I am that narcissist.
Too bad I guess,
Too bad I won't save them.
I will pull my arm away, and watch them drown in flame.
Because I just want to watch the world burn.
Miserable
**I actually like this. It fit in with my anthology involving the "All hope is lost" and "If you give the world a cookie". Again, help with grammar.
Miserable
Don't the boundaries,
between utter joy and torment,
get thinner with each day?
Or does the torment just take over?
Kinda funny in a way,
the maddening, bittersweet pain,
like that of a paper cut, or splinter,
that you just hope never goes away.
Oh, but it fades away.
It always fades away,
into that sickening, numb feeling.
A grey matter.
Do you ever tire of the grey?
Is it easier in black and white?
Dealing in ignorance,
always paves the way of bliss.
Or is that a fallacy?
None can be truly happy in stupidity.
You just can't comprehend the pain.
And I hate you for it.
Damn you, ignorance!
I curse thy name for it.
Yet I praise the condolence it provides,
to the weak minded.
Those of meager minds feel the love,
of pack wolves concerned for themselves.
Is the lone stallion truly such a terrible path?
Or is it the one of enlightenment?
But to be enlightened is to be alone.
To suffer.
The flames of those who shun,
burn everlasting.
The social lobotomy offered,
is such a comforting escape,
for the weak willed.
But is compromise the only answer?
Must I toss the values to the wind?
Or is there another way.
I don't want the pain any longer.
But am I willing to live without misery?
Miserable
Don't the boundaries,
between utter joy and torment,
get thinner with each day?
Or does the torment just take over?
Kinda funny in a way,
the maddening, bittersweet pain,
like that of a paper cut, or splinter,
that you just hope never goes away.
Oh, but it fades away.
It always fades away,
into that sickening, numb feeling.
A grey matter.
Do you ever tire of the grey?
Is it easier in black and white?
Dealing in ignorance,
always paves the way of bliss.
Or is that a fallacy?
None can be truly happy in stupidity.
You just can't comprehend the pain.
And I hate you for it.
Damn you, ignorance!
I curse thy name for it.
Yet I praise the condolence it provides,
to the weak minded.
Those of meager minds feel the love,
of pack wolves concerned for themselves.
Is the lone stallion truly such a terrible path?
Or is it the one of enlightenment?
But to be enlightened is to be alone.
To suffer.
The flames of those who shun,
burn everlasting.
The social lobotomy offered,
is such a comforting escape,
for the weak willed.
But is compromise the only answer?
Must I toss the values to the wind?
Or is there another way.
I don't want the pain any longer.
But am I willing to live without misery?
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