| poems from a hollowshell
Posted: 8/31/2005 5:18:30 AM | thirst for the liquid rose
after berning of a long day wake, and all my comferts the daylight take. nervs twitch twitch,
now the fire star rests for a time, my thirst not quencht by a dime. taist buds itch itch.
walking wandering down faintly lit road, where once as small as a bug my thirst now is as a load, seeking, seeking.
sounds ecko not too far, perhaps muffld by a car. a goddess scream and muffld week.
anger builds and fuels the taist, such disrespect what a waist. tap tap on window \"hi\"
ego filld shamefull beast, pitty!?! mercy!?! NOT IN THE LEAST!!. for threw the window the goddess cry.
beasty sees me and beasty lauph, seen on beasty he\'s had no bath. estaments of others should not be under.
beasty swings left and right, though i triggerd i will not fight. fight the air and of you rest will plunder.
beasty stumble beasty fall, goddess ran for safety calld. the beast felt safe from moral cop.
goddess had to go quite far, for pulld from citys in beastys car. ok beasty lay and rest.
now anger, thirst, and humer full, from beasty a liquid rose threw slits i pull. the drink was good but not the best.
now i must clean his mess, wipe the car and fold her dress. now back on the path i drift.
once agn i walk with the night, take in the pease and gaze the sight. drinking bodals now refilld from beastys shell the norms must lift.
as i drift i see the star, and hope goddess night is not to far,
old saying
thousand whispers in the midnight hour,tick tock goes the time, loving heart blooms like a sapphire flower, then dies like a murderous crime. moments pass and the cuts still deep,left right the pendulum swings. memory Bern and poison sleep, trickle drips a tier: a gift pain now brings. but as spoken words can teach the mind,turn turn start to learn, experience a more deeper lesson 1 can find, and reward not always earn. so cast the dice and drop the bridge, to the opp lower thy sword n shield. and if the peddles fall wander not at the ridge, but to the fates now yield. for hearts will rise at its cost,emotional waves will fall,(and as they say)
tis better to have love and lost, then to have never loved at all.
1 view i
as i walk in the brightness of a day, deep within I\'m hollow, its not of uncaring, its as if of my flesh my heart & soul no longer follow. by flesh i sense and feel and taist. but mostly sorrow i feel, for this world seem on a path of waist. and so each day in which i dwell, at times i walk and gaze, i see a few couple, and a part of me is as a haze, i feel some times alone in ash, but when i see a female down, its as if something in me cuts in my heart a gash. i wish i could approach and from my heart to speak, but oh so unworthy i feel,does this make me week?
i gaze in a mirror at the same old face, with the same expression, in the same old place. all i know of whom this is i see, is just a shell,the out side of me. in my mind i try to find, a way to look inside, but all that comes is a thought, like pink Floyd the wall i hide. i see a world with a hurtful race. half so brutal, but half of grace. i see them conditioned to insist on form, and on those who don\'tthere as a poisonous swarm. they see of beauty to be 1 way,and its as a disturbance if 1 views another and is deaf to his/her say.
[that which is of beauty is not always kind, but that which is kind is forever of beauty]
the shell and the nothing
for as far back as i can remember iv been of 2 perspectives. 1 of feeling and of form but at the same time something else a sense of nothing of non existence of absolute nothing no sight sound feeling or form,
both of these i feel at the same time.and so in between this is the void and concept of a hollow shell.its like a seashell bit its the shell alone with senses and emotion,where as within there is nothing.
its not of the brutality of the uncaring, its more a sense of an inner conflicting Pease and comfort. i feel and care and cry and lauph.but also at the times I\'m of pain and sadness i turn to that part of nothing.it doesent always help but it calms me.
as i go threw my days i see ppl as though they are filled and don\'t have such a hollowness especially those i see with a love. but of this \"\"love\"\" i sense ppl tie the flesh with this feeling and emotion. i feel as though most if not all ppl view flesh before person. i know the comfort of embrace but i pay very lil attention to flesh unless pertaining to art, when i meet ppl i listen to there ways of interacts and view in my mind how the person within may seem. and iv seen horrors i could never describe but also beauty flesh can never match. so i guess the desire of flesh full indulgence is not as important to me as it is to others but to be held in 1s voice. to feel the touch of the words and not the air from them but the feeling they pertain with.
so i ask is flesh truly of equal need threw love or is it simply an additional bonding for it? for if its of equal then i know there can be no hope for me.but if love can be held with words and compassion within the words there will at least be a dream of hope.
but plz tell me truthfully no matter how brutal the truth.
hollow near a raven
sitting drifting yet never moved, then lifted and dusted it feels smoothed, spoken words fill it deep, a feeling part now no longer asleep, building filling more with each word something unknown started to stir.
but time pass it feels so alive no longer cold and of strive.
now it drops agn, and now rests where it all began. but tic tack a single crack life it felt it now lack. hollowed 1s more it stirs never more, but rests by the dark raven on the floor.
nekrokiss
she came to the door she knew so well, as she aproached she knew no other was near as none has been all the other times of her indulganse. so she now stand at the door and opens it slowly thinking back of the last 1 she had. as she enters she sheds the rain soakd leather shell that coverd the fleash.
she now looks around the dim room lit only by the fades of the bright pale moon threw the stain glass window.as she gazes around to find her new intrest she sees the 1s shes opend before, oohh there were many and not all were so contentfull for her for there were some that couldnt hold up to the tools of her trade.
\"hmm whats this?\" she thaught as she aproacht a newly polisht box.\"a new comer?\"she wanderd. as she went to open the box she pickt up a long bladed knife from next to another box. when she opend the box she saw that it was new and fully intact. she removed the stuffing from around the prize. and when all was cleard she climed in and stradld her new frame with her legs makeing sure to b carefull.
striping the frame of it own cloth shell she noted its tone hasent faded so fast as the others.\"hmm perhaps youll last longer\"she told it. after seeing fit that it was ready she strapt her tool in place where when it was before in the box this new 1 had its own tool similer to hers. resting now lowering herself around the tool she rested her hands on the light brown paleing serface of wich air 1s filld. \"mmm, now i see how new you r.\"she said to her delight.
the dweller in the box moved slowly from her rythmik movements as if dead to the world. moveing faster she moand slightly louder.......
lol i need to work on this more later sorry reader
thaught
here i sit to type this note,
to place here thaughts that float.
most of times i spend alone,
and wach others move as drone,
though iv seen at times a spike from the dull,
but still the days r as pale as an old dryd skull,
over the years iv seen pitiful acts,
from a pointless fight to insulting attacks,
but nothing is as shamefull for me to behold,
then the females to b disrespected and treated so cold.
norms n nots
ppl pass as ppl go,
i walk amongst the others
ppl freak when true self show.
im not seen as there brothers,
daylight berns when the norms do play,
and gawk at the differ,
speak as they may,
but unlike them we do not poison litter.
now there star does sleep,
and in dreams the norms do flee,
where as the unknown makes the norms mind weep,
tiss this we wish to see.
life is not as dull as norms may show,
and thing are more then they seem,
in the end there ilusian will go,
for life is but a dream.
live or toy
brandnew covers brand new car, many seen near and far. foods no bother ez to get, no need for pockets for ez fit. but NOOOOO a thief has stolen my toys, not my food nore life nore my boys, but he's stolen what iv traded for of many of paper, and because of this my mind threw future will laber.
only when all is said and the times soon to expire,and dust settles around the fire. only then i will soon see, how of the petty iv bound my mind to be. for many moons shall pass, and many brushes my feet would have met the grass. but of life not stolen and of friends still near, my mind still dwellt on the toys not here.
items come and then they go, and many will brake apart, but wheather sad or joy or painfull times show. the friends and familey will always stay to the heart. so live and play with the many toys that be,but if stolen or broken let them fall, for sooner or later you will see to dwell on the lesser is truely not liveing at all.
helpfull pain
what have i done what have i done!?!, threw misjudgment and mistake pain and regret has begun, it sweeps threw my mind like a toxic night fog, and i spend my days at times like this like a wimpering wiped dog.. i say at times if i only knew, or if i did it agn id try something new. things would be better if i only made not that mistake, and my travels would be wiser if it were different steps i take.
whats this!?! i rekognize this well, its just like the crossroads of heaven and hell,right or wrong, swindle or sway,its the same as the choices i made that gave me such pain. NO i know better now not to go left as such path has demons well known, so now i go right to where my path has shown.
but wait how did i know to go on this path? after feeling my punishment from fates own wrath. i lived thow the pain sunk deep, i ate, and worked, and was still able to sleep.death did not greet me from my first foolish way,and so now i think back at what those demons say,and realized they taught me and of what my regrets have done,
as i pass others on there paths i can tell them as there crossroads have begun. | |
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