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Deep Brown dark'ning petals show the flowers in the pot you can see where life had left them as they wither in their cot of leaves that now a distant sigh had pointed to the sun hang down their heads and feebly shake when grey winds thru them run the time for bloom has ever passed too soon! too soon they die once the time for bloom has passed in grey and brown they lie. --Copyright Thow Xinwei Thanks to Xinwei for letting me put this wonderfully suitable and wonderfully well-written poem on my page... I'm not a very good poet, but my attempts will have to do for now. I still have a tendency to ramble and use mundane language...not very appealing. But look through what I have here...hopefully you'll find something you like...
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| The Dancers | The Phantoms |
| It's The New Millennium! [R(A)] | The Girl Passing By My Window |
| Raindrops on my Window | Faerie Queen |
| Die, Die [R(A)] | Life Isn't All That Bad |
| Over There [R(A)] | Summer (Part 1: The Four Seasons) |
| Autumn (Part 2: The Four Seasons) | Spring (Part 3: The Four Seasons) |
| Winter (Part 4: The Four Seasons) | Just Another Misguided Soul [PG] |
| Should We Meet? | Demon's Prayer [R] |
| Rambling | Like The Perfect Picture |
The Dancers
In the recesses of fantasy the dancers sweep, Swift and silent across the shifting stage. Contorting their bodies into writhing forms, Twirling to the rhythm of darkness. Fulfilling the formless dreams of imagination, Darting behind and out the velvet curtains of reality. Slaves to the capacity of the human mind, They toil while we dream and fantasize. Living a nightmare we conjure in the night, Pawns to the abyss of our reflections. Mindless souls, they caper to our will, Bending to our whims and perverted fantasies. Flopping like limp rag dolls to the cold floor, As we weave ominous scenes in our subconscious mind. Leaping and twirling to swelling crescendos, As we dream of true love and everlasting happiness. Our puppets, with which we toy with mercilessly, Pulling and jerking on the thin strings. Should one day the strings grow taut and snap, Unable to bear the strain of our swirling emotions – We would have crossed the barrier into insanity, In which there is no known reality. Only the dancers, writhing and convulsing, To the dark prophecies only the insane can think of. The dancers, taking centre-stage, never given a rest, Always twisting in the surreal and arbitrary world – Twisting in the realm of insanity.
In the cavern of majesty the phantoms settle, Their moment of quiet to seize. Lying to rest on their beds of mist. In darkness their faceless masks at peace, Throughout the endless sands of time, The entire world stands still. As the formless wraiths in moonlight bathe And recline o'er sloping hills. Through the moors and gentle valleys, The apparitions smoothly glide. To find a place amongst the fields, And there till morning hide. When the sun rises in the eastern sky, Emanating its rays of gold, The roving spirits will turn and flee, As morning breaks and unfolds. From every corner of the earth, They rise up from their sleep. From the labyrinth of gruesome death, And hellish nightmares deep. To float across the barren plains, Empty souls of the forgotten dead. Back to the world of terror and fear, As their shifting shadows softly fade.
The Girl Passing By My Window
She was the just the girl passing by, She was just the everyday passer-by on the busy street. But as she floated gracefully on an invisible cloud, Past my clear glass window, She represented the years of innocence gone by… She was the epitome of childish beauty… The little opportunities that I had missed, And had flown by without giving me a second chance, To make amends and to do things right, Without hurting my loved ones around me. She had her entire life in front of her - A dizzying myriad of choices… She had the chance to live her life right, And she had the chance to make something out of it. Her long, silky black hair bouncing at the small of her back, She smiled in the carefree joy that comes with childhood. Blinking her large brown eyes that were clear, Hiding nothing, and with nothing to hide. As she walked on to the rest of her life, She glanced at me in a moment of curiosity… The pathetic stranger looking after her forlornly… And she gave me a little nod and a dazzling smile, And she was gone, and with her presence, Went my wistful dreams and longings, Like a misty vapour that drifted away softly. I could afford nothing but a little smile… While I was shrivelling away like a dead leaf, And blowing away in a violent gust of wind, With no one to pine after me longingly… Then she was gone, and my spirit was gone as well.
The Raindrops on my Window The droplets of clear liquid, Smacking onto my window, And running a clear path Downward to mingle easily, With its crystalline friends. Emitting a soft patter, Alternating high and low. Stuck onto my window, Falling into the clever trap. Glorying in your own beauty, The perfection of your shape… Accumulating into patterns, Pictures on the clear glass. When the rain stops, Hanging and clinging on, To the smooth surface, Staying there for a while, As if to delay your demise.
And then Man comes, Thinking you spoil the effect, Of his perfect habitat, Instead of appreciating The ethereal beauty you have. And with a brutal swipe, Wiping you away, Destroying you easily, And looking on in satisfaction, As he considers his windows Clean, once again. Never in his wildest dreams, Imagining that you, The objects he considered, A temporary nuisance Might be more perfect than he.
And yet in a sense, You are indeed better… Sacrificing yourself, To water the home, Of the cruel race, called Man. Simple but perfect, In your clear transparency. Never destroying your friends, Never betraying them. Never kicking them, When they're down. All the intelligence, And all the superiority Of Mankind, Is infinitely surpassed, By the beauty of The raindrops on my window. Top
The emaciated branches waving in the ebony sky, Black and stark against the frosty moon, Elevated loftily high above mere mortals. Quiescent silence hanging low, Oppressing heavily upon the dismal setting. Flitting shadows betwixt the slender trees, Silent entities in the spellbound woods, Interlacing and merging into horrific figures. In the gaze of the celestial luminescence, Emanating from the ethereal ruler of the night, The slender figure glides smoothly Through the rustling blades of grass, Her golden locks of thick sweet honey, Cascading to the ground. Gazing upon the land of wild beauty, With lustrous silver eyes, Set in a translucent pale face, That seems to glow with resplendence. Giving of her spirit and soul, To the dying land that surrounds her. The ruler of the spirit world, The embodiment of nature - the faerie queen.
Clad in rusty iron chains, Broken outcast, demon's bane. Dirty being, cursed and spurned, In hungry flames he's born to burn. Hurled to the floor by frenzied mobs, His pockets empty, belongings robbed. Paraded through the crowded streets, Head hung low, eyes on his feet.
See, he's different from all the rest, He just didn't pass the test. He never went up, he always went down, He's only fit for the loser's crown. Die, die, you piece of dirt, You can't feel pain and you can't feel hurt. Die, die, you piece of shit, You're pathetic and unfit.
Hungry flames around him lick, Liquid fire, smooth and slick, Frenzied waves of unbridled heat, Dance to the devil's compelling beat. Kneeling to the tainted ground, Hiding from the terror round. Demon child, Satan's spawn, He won't live to see the dawn.
Die, die, you wicked soul, Let the music drown you whole. Give it up, you'll never win, You'll just wallow in wanton sin. Die, die, beneath my feet, Just disappear, nice and neat. Fall off the surface of this earth, Curse the loins that gave you birth.
The sun arises the following morn, Your remains its rays adorn. Merging with your filthy shame, You're at fault; you're to blame. Bloody tears mingle with the soil, The world all over abounds with joy. You're dead, you little stupid fool, In the end, my glory rules.
We pity ourselves And think us a desolate race. But as each day passes by, As we watch the sun set in the west, In a display of carefree beauty, Stretching over the glorious horizon. Colours bold and shy, Blending and mixing subtly, To fill up the whole space above us. Something at last, That is perfect and without blemish. The beauty of sunset passes us by all the time. But we ignore it because Our minds are on other matters, Never noticing how the clouds drift by, Turning pink and lavender bit by bit. And sometimes when we turn around, And remember to appreciate what's around us, We're stunned at what we've been missing. And we sit on the rolling green hills, Looking up into that vision of paradise. And we reflect on our day, We realise that maybe - just maybe, Life isn't all that bad.
When you are deserted, By all who ever glanced at you, You can always turn to nature, You can always look around you and smile. The glorious sky reaching As far as you can see, The endless blue ocean, Lapping idly on golden sands. The trees whispering words of comfort Into your listening ear, The gentle wind all around you Laughing out its secrets easily. The fluffy white clouds that seem so close, Like the cotton candy that used to stick To your mouth when you were but A little girl who knew nothing of cruelty, Innocent in the face of evil, And you're reminded by the Glorious sky and the blue ocean, And the comforting trees and the gentle wind, That maybe under all the tears, And all the heartbreak and aching pain, That maybe, just maybe, Life isn't all that bad.
When tens of thousands of foes Rise up against you from all sides, Head to head, heart to heart, You confide your worries and fears, Kindred spirits who laugh and cry together. If the whole world spits in your face, You can still smile, Look them in the face, And tell them that you don't care. Because you know that back home, Where the sky reaches forever and ever, And the oceans flow endlessly, You have another human being, Waiting to share everything they have with you. The only one who ever understands, Who lives and breathes just like you, But is unique, because everyone else is, This person who knows how you think, Can anticipate what you want, And grasps your hand on beautiful mornings, And walks with you in peaceful silence, Hand in hand, barefoot down sandy beaches. And because of this one person, Life isn't all that bad.
When you wake up in the morning, And you hear the birds chirping Perfect glorious harmonies, Proudly for the world to hear. And you see the sun still low, In the blushing horizon, Casting golden rays into the sky, And you feel the teasing breeze, That wafts in and ruffles your hair, Caressing your body softly. And you linger just for awhile, In the warmth of your nesting place, Your eyes wide open and wondering How things so simple can be so beautiful. But you decide that frankly, You don't care how it happens. You just know that it's there. For all eternity it will never change. You leap out of your bed, Energised and revitalised, And as you get ready to face the world, A fleeting thought passes through your mind. And that thought says that perhaps, Life isn't all that bad.
When you look at yourself in the mirror, And you're dissatisfied at who you are, Because you just don't fit in, Into that category that declares you normal, Take a moment to remember That you are who you are, And you'll never be anyone else. So while you despair of ever Having someone to declare your soul mate, Always know deep in your heart, That one day you'll find that person, That person who will hold you carefully, And tell you you're the most beautiful person ever, And actually mean it deep in that single soul. In the meantime, while others look at you, And spit in your face because of who you are, Get up again and again, Wiping the spittle of degradation away, And looking your enemy in the eye, Tell everyone who will listen, even those who won't, That you're proud that you're you, And even if you have a crooked nose, Or limp and matted hair that sticks to your scalp, You're just yourself, And nobody else is exactly like you. And that will be the day, That you will score your victory in life, And tell yourself truthfully that Life isn't all that bad.
Faceless in the reaches Of dark cyberspace Humor coming from A source unknown Laughter Tears Expressed by Your fingers Tapping madly On plastic keys Do you feel Do you breathe Do you live Or are you just Another figment Of my imagination Drifting through my Disoriented mind Are you who You claim to be Or are you insane Or are you disillusioned Am I indeed Who I myself Claim to be Or am I insane Or am I disillusioned Is this real Is this reality This twisted realm Of meaningless figures Dancing on my glaring screen Late at night We huddle Exchanging updates On a life That could be fake Or could be real Do you have cry at night From loneliness From anger From sadness From confusion Do you have secret desires Wanton sins Are you my friend Or are you pretending To know me And yet not understand Who I am Have all I learnt About you been unreal Maybe I should find out Maybe I should know Should we meet?
Bathe in the crimson blood Of those thou hath slain And cleanse me, oh devil Of my wicked stain The stain of purity That spreads across my being Tainting my evil soul I was born to be the miscreant The avenger and the slayer Thou art my mentor I am thy spawn, oh demon Cast me not away Remove this foul disease That contaminates the root Of my joyful sins Take away my goodness Remove forever this insanity That forces my actions To do good works Dance in the flickering flames And wash my iniquities away Help me stray not From the path of the wicked And curse my soul today
Amen
It's the new millennium! Ooh, scary! Oh, we're gonna die! We're gonna perish Cos' it's the devil's age Don't ya know?
Idiots
Things are gonna change! Microchips are gonna be put Into our brains! We're all gonna rot in hell! Cos' - Gasp, shock, horrors of horrors! It's the new millennium!
Assholes
World's gonna end up in chaos! Nuclear wars, atomic bombs! Hooray, comrades! It's the end of the world! Hide under your table! The sky is falling! Why? It's the new millennium!
Dickheads
Get real Don't live a lie Things aren't gonna change Maybe pigs will fly So what Maybe there'll be Life on Mars So what People are still gonna cry People are still gonna hurt People are still gonna fall to their knees And pray for a better place to live in Human spirit still lives on What a laugh Human spirit is broken Wake up Human spirit has been ground to the earth
Ha
Little children are still gonna starve We're still gonna suffer Like we've been suffering Since Adam ate that goddamn apple Ooh, nasty It's the computer age Devil's reign Don't ya know? Oh no! It's the new millennium But nothing's gonna change
So why bother?
Haikus
Tendrils of sunrise Curl coyly in their glory Sun rises up high
Blazing its power Feeding the malnourished earth Giving of its strength
Sun dips ever low Abdicating for the moon Giving way to her
The night is silent Another day is now past A new one begins
We walk together Sharing our warmth between us Silent joy in me
My shoulders straighten Lift my hands in an embrace Of elusive air
You and me always Tiding over another Beautiful sunset
You and me always Sharing the glory and pow'r Of the next sunset
You and me always Walking down the garden path You and me always
Over there In the corner Leaning against The hard brick wall Did that man With dark shades Loose shirt Tight Calvin Kleins And the charming smile Did he indulge In carnal pleasures The night before Screaming madly In a rubber-coated Drug-induced orgasm
Over there At the bus-stop Sipping at steaming Coffee in a paper cup Did that lady Prim and proper With hair done up nicely Modest skirt Ending at the knees Did she play With her cheap body The night before In the secrecy Of her dark bedroom Lit only By a five-dollar lamp From the flea market
Over there At the school gates The girl standing Poised for flight With uncertainty Wavering in her eyes Did she really Fantasise in her Own dark realms Of imagination Is this girl Going to grow up A cheapened whore With silicone breasts Displaying her wares In a crude array Of planned untidiness
So many questions Things to ask Over there Did she cry last night About lost innocence And bitter romance Over there Did he contemplate Killing himself With a bottle of pills Over there Did he squeeze clumsily At his lover's bosom Getting cheap thrills
Over there In the mirror Did I really Or did I not
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Summer (Part 1: The Four Seasons)
Trumpets blared in early morning's stillness Slumberous eyes awaken and clear The maiden of blushing lilies pure Gathers her skirts and flees in fear Come, oh blessed Summer's joy Sound thy early morning cry Bless the dead earth with thy fresh kiss And paint thy beauty in bright skies Awaken the heat of the earth's sleeping core Stir our silken locks with a caressing breeze Put a song of joy in our deadened hearts Flit in between us; your blue eyes to tease
Autumn (Part 2: The Four Seasons)
Come hither, oh Autumn With thy parched heart approach From Summer's share in all year round Let thy sly hands poach Dance on feet stained with earthen clay Blow acid winds 'cross the humid land Let the world know of thy great power Let the leaves know the chill of thy hand Reside, Autumn warlock of wizened frame Abandon thyself inhibited in joy With all things living and all things green Thy old fingers shall wickedly toy
Spring (Part 3: The Four Seasons)
Vain Spring, with thy auburn locks Crowned wi' garland of glorious flowers In thy august presence, fair maiden Our mortal days likened to fleeting hours As thy fragile feet brush the earth The roses and lilies, like thy fair cheeks Bloom and array their arresting beauty Winding alongst pure and gentlest creeks The world celebrates thy likeness Imprinted amongst many a musty page In prose and poetry; thy name be glorified O Spring, the seasons' wisest sage
Winter (Part 4: The Four Seasons)
Queen of frozen time encased In bitter tears turned to twisted ice Ruler of dead and burned out souls Unveil thyself; man's hidden vice Cover green ground in flakes of thy tears Breath of destruction whisper over us Smother the earth in death and sorrow Oh Winter; thou art cursed Thou art present when I take my last breath As the curious swallow flies into thy trap And drifts slowly to the whitened ground Its vitality and strength thou greedily sap
White head Weary and bowed Wrinkled and wizened Drooping onto her neck Empty blue holes Drilled into her face Staring into space Alzheimer's Disease Wasn't it? Breasts sag Body flabby and weak Pathetic existence Fat old lady
Oops Just a little back
Blond hair Thick lustrous locks That came out of An expired bottle Of sticky hair dye Blue eyes Seemingly sparkling Like faceted jewels But underneath Actually dead Curvy body Stuffed with silicone Stitched up carefully By meticulous surgeon All in a day's work
Oops Just a little back
Rough bitch Tangled curls Pulled into A scraggly ponytail Raped at ten Foul mouth Sharp nails (She sharpens them every night Don't you know?) She's such A worthless slut Sleeps with every guy Hush, not so loud She might hear
Oops Just a little back
Little girl Gleaming liquid sapphires Full of hope and joy Pink ribbons Toothy grin Flowery dress Draped loosely Round her skinny frame Just turned seven Heart's still happy Spirit's still alive Framed up nicely In rich old oak Hung in the Main hall
Ah That's it -- That's what we're looking for
Now
Can't we just Stay there for eternity?
Can't?
How sad No second chance
Either
Tragic, really That's her fate, you say?
Oh
Well It's okay
She was just Another misguided soul
In the dark Unused alleys Dead ends In forgotten streets The leaves sigh Over abandoned dreams Abandoned Dreams In the heavy Overcast skies Grey clouds In misty fog Rain drips slowly To the withered ground Withered Ground In the deadened Sluggish soul Twisted intricacies Of planned lies Tears ache silently In agony In Agony
Smoke floating lazily Swirling in concentric circles Around bowed heads Next to each other --Talking Whispering softly --Confiding Huddled together --Alone Then rising In unified harmony Sauntering casually Down crowded streets Fingers entwined Arms interlocked Like the perfect picture
And I'm envious
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