Online Grafitti: Poetry By Najia
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| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Respect For The Dead The graveyards have a thriving business If you bury me, do it with enough style to impress. I want flowers and tears, lots of them, Black roses, the kind with the thorns on the stem. Let's make an affair out of it all- A tragedy! of how young heroes fall Make me a saint, make me beautiful- Until I'm perfect and have mourners by the hearseful. Not a word against me-oh no, Respect me, it's called respect for the dead, so I'll be idolised and loved, like never before. Yeah, you have no idea what the coffin has in store. Bandmaster! Strike up a slow but imposing number, Twirl the damned drumsticks and give 'em a show as I slumber. Lead is diamond and it's blood-red, Let's disturb the dead. |
| Asiah Scott Ill-Housed And Ill-Advised Age: 15 Gender: Female Posts: 192 | Ah Najia. I love your style. You rock!! xD Respect For the Dead: It is so true. You have a concealed eye which looks at everything in a completely different light. I envy you for that. lol |
| Kitty Clover Savior of the Broken Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | I absolutely fell in love with Respect For The Dead! Great finish to the poem too and I think my favorite part was the ending lines because it was like a finishing bang at a fireworks show, it was unexpected and awesome! Your writing style is so amazing! X] |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Thank you so much Dania and Nekotora |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Lul, it seems I'm writing only short ones nowadays. Hope you guys like this one note: please read it a little slow. Just enjoy the words, take it in deeply and think as you read. That's how it's meant to be read :] Love. Love is all about bold promises And unkept appointments. About desperation, and passion, And complete and total confusion. Everyone's looking for it, yeah, And those who say they don't need it need it the most anyway. But what's the right thing to do, What's the right thing to say? As you get older and older the bells In your head keep getting louder and more frequent, And you settle, settle, your spirit will do with whoever and whatever. It's curious the way your guesses are so accurate, Because my secrets are untold and I've locked my heart. Nobody said it was easy, But hell, that's because Nobody knows everything. That's our wisdom, that's why we revolve around Nobody's words. In the middle of a fight They're going to raise their heads And ask you, ask me, ask us, What are we doing here, This is not what my mother told me would happen. Their eyes will look confused and scared, Mirroring your own because Halleluja, God's made a neat exit at this point! |
| Frank Anthony Iero. Kicked Like a Stray Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 24228 ![]() | Respect For The Dead - I love this one. I can not pick a favorite part. The flow and emotions were amazing. =] Love. - Love this one. Though, to me. Not much as a flow, but a point getting across more...hmm...I have no idea what I'm trying to say. XD All in all, it was great. =D |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Thank you, Britt. I understand what you mean about Love., it was sorta random but meant to be like that xD |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Number Four Do you have any idea? No, no you don't. How would you, you selfish bastard? How would you? Your life; it's all about what you're going to get out of everything. Just imagine, Just imagine for a teeny second, about what will happen if I finally lose control. Yes, I will happily bash your skull in, Then who will be laughing? I throw myself at walls, on the floor, making sounds like a bloody animal as I try to control my anger. But you've never seen that, and you never will. You're too busy thinking about your own self. If I finally make you taste your blood, Your sorry ass will never dare to look at me again. I have all the power in the world, at least enough to make you see stars. And whoops, the day I 'lose' control will be the day everything changes forever. A taste of the medicine and you'll never fall ill again It's not a threat, It's a promise. I've been too forgiving, Perhaps I ought to learn from you, and send you to the edge. Sincerely, me. I have jumped off the edge now and There is no going back. |
| Dove Melankolia Among The Living Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 5549 | I throw myself at walls, on the floor, making sounds like a bloody animal as I try to control my anger. But you've never seen that, and you never will. You're too busy thinking about your own self. My favorite part =) Its just so, uhm, I don“t know, more than good! Very good job, oh and by the way, I love Love (: |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | I'm glad you like them, thank you! :] |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Dead and Back Again. Those broken Banshees are screaming your name, We want every dime you've claimed. Sleep now, we'll come in your dreams, And remind you again and again how we screamed. Your knife, it lies by your bedside, Somehow dull and dark (only) at night, just like your sense of sin. Come out and scream our namess, we'll stop making the din. But you don't know us, you're just a pawn, Your heart has been cracking and fading as your mind's shone. Phantom hands on your throat, When you go to the river there will be no boat The sky will burst, So there will be no use of what you've rehearsed. Clutch your empty Book, it's useless after whose hands you've shook. Salure, salute, soldier! Our signatures were signed by the forger. We're not leaving, because the weapon's useless. We aren't even real-blame the chemicals for the mess. This poem seems very vague and random at first, but give it another read and things WILL become clearer xD I've deliberately written it like that, and there is a lot of symbolism. If you want, I'll explain it here. :] |
| Frank Anthony Iero. Kicked Like a Stray Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 24228 ![]() | Number Four - This one was full of emotion eh? X] Love it though, and the way it flowed. =] Dead and Back Again. - I love this one. =D "We're not leaving, because the weapon's useless. We aren't even real-blame the chemicals for the mess." Just, wow. ![]() X] |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Thanks, Britt ____________ This one's untitled. It's actually written to be a slow, acoustic song. I hope you guys like it : ) Raise a pick to the heavens, Dedicate a rhyme to the dead, The fingers are fast but the mind's ahead. In between the sweat, The tension, The movement, What did we accomplish? Is it enough to ask for my final wish, Is is enough to ask for my final wish? Feel the slime between your fingers, As you stare down at the throat-wringers. Fly past the stingers, And you'll get to the dead ringers. They're raising you up, You're in a sea. Scream and laugh, It's for the bell ringers. At your old school. In your sold-out house. Inside your nursery. Beside the graves with the shovel. In between the sweat, The tension, The movement, What did we accomplish? Is it enough to ask for my final wish, Is it enough to ask for my final wish? Are you still alive? Why? <why live like this when you are no different than the ones who are dead and do not speak, do not change, are just there and dwell on the past that's fast turning to dust?> |
| Frank Anthony Iero. Kicked Like a Stray Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 24228 ![]() | untitled - This is wow. o.o Would sound awesome as a acoustic song, like you said. Love it Ms. Jane. =D |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | thanks Britt :] And guys, here's a new one, it's a bit short, I know xD thank you Tater for making me get my ass up and helping me write again. Farewell see, to you, I'm just ____________________there Keep sleeping, honey, Because the water's unclear. Sneak into the darkness, It's what you deserve. Feel your flesh tear apart as you confess, As the glass shatters and touches your nerves. This is farewell. Can't feel the taste of water, This desert is known as Hell. The patrons leave, The mute sing, Give 'em a dime or your heart will fall, _________fall out your sleeve. |
| Frank Anthony Iero. Kicked Like a Stray Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 24228 ![]() | Farewell - Love it. =D Its beautiful and had a different feeling to it. Just can't place it. I'm at a lost of words today. Hmm... yep, I'll leave it at that for now. Stuned. ![]() |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Britt, just....thank you so much! (: Summer's Couplets If you give me a reason not to care, I'll give you another to; Life's just not that easy, But doing this is just the least I can do. These summer's couplets are not for you, They are for the passion that stayed true. When all was lost, it came easily, Willingly, to my aid, to my rescue. It was all that's held me, It is all that has cured me; ______________________I drew. For this sickness there is no cure, __________________________________________________But passion.__________________________________________________ |
| Noodle Headfirst For Halos Age: 15 Gender: - Posts: 1763 ![]() | Lack Of Clarity There is an absolute lack of clarity. it is hard to distinguish words from static, Run while you can in your endless maze of mind tricks. Optical illusions were nevr as beautiful as your eyes, Which are even more beautiful when lined with lies. Do not forget to wear gloves to hide your ugly hands. They are betting on your dishonesty, Everything you've built is escaping through the vents, Don't forget to break all the commitments. |
| Kitty Clover Savior of the Broken Age: 16 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | I absolutely love what you've written so far! "Dead and Back Again." i love the most though and i definitely think that the untitled one would be a great acoustic song! your poems are brilliant and get me thinking more than alot of the things i've read. i love all of "lack of clarity" and in "summer's couplets" i think my favorite lines were: It was all that's held me, It is all that has cured me; ______________________I drew. For this sickness there is no cure, __________________________________________________But passion.__________________________________________________ ______________ extraordinary work! ^_^ |
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