chronicles of verse
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| souverian. Demolition Lover  Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Hello everyone. I would like to use this thread to better myself as a writer and poet, so comments are much appreciated. Limitations I am a man with no aptitudes brought on earth for no mission. Born of the hour of vespers and placed on a throne. I am a man who grew at the tender age of two, tossed in the brambles with just my shoes And on the corner of Capricorn and Cancer I saw a man. I saw a man with no figure and a stench that reeked throughout the streets And he said: Reach the sky for if you fall I wont let you die. I am a man tricked and deceived, for the pedestal slipped and allowed me to bleed. I am man with no aptitudes, conceived as imperfection till the end of time. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Doubtful Hints All is forgotten when all beget a new proximity to leave us vexed All is all the world desires when children born ignite to fire For me, I sigh for the weeps of the willows and how our speckles of a speckled dream grasp to throw us down I and you and you and I, are famous birds Nameless at birth and nameless in life. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Compelling of Its Downfall. I wish I was saved by a stallion with a crown formed out of praises And encrusted with emeralds of faith from this paranormal devil Flawless in even his shadow and deformity; patiently waiting, I am. How I wish I was not a deceived fool like every contender of this theatre I bid every great tale-told tragedy of lovers of love did not have a tragic hero but i lust for the destruction of victory... and the downfall of heroism. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Reciprocation and its denial. Only god knows that the roses are but beauties When though these flowers drench in all the air Only god knows that misery spawns from the thoughts of Aphrodite As they touch the body's fragile frame Caged. I am a caged bird. A weak popinjay. In the beginning there was darkness and one mans loneliness to love And you were the only one alive between the constellations and land of my mind Ha! What will happen when those seven angels come with seven bowls? Seven plagues will reek The three false beasts trampling the ends of time Caging of the devil by Gabriel when the apocalypse ignites for a thousand or so in the pits of death And we speak up onward for the 400,000 to release from his vivid grasps? There is a beginning to this every end. An Omega to this every Alpha... and nor the left nor the right chambers of your pumping life water will ever tell you my desires and my thirst to love you. unrequited indeed. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Definitions of a Lustful Heart. You are the magical aura that mystified our mind And you left us all perplexed at such wonders Wonders they call words All proceeding from upon those arid lips And you are the mind at its fullest As well as the spirit at its purest Carrying your desires to the place of the skull Golgotha so they called it before our times. But you are also a resident of utopia and reality Waiting at the station for a train to come And you need a ride but you have no destination You are a loner in this crowd You are thirsty for the fattest of the pack. Hungering air. You see, The rays of a ray never grasped your grass But you. Yes you, Planted firm in this chaos of hustling and bustling You growing six feet below the crust and six feet above our trust You who created nothing and had nothing at birth to begin with You grow and grasp every remaining moisture Even when the well is diminished to dreams For faith is a magician in itself With but very little, Very few tricks. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Irony. I am the crime and the criminal when passion irks my inner soul Lest these desires fill my heart's empty hole, that may perception of this life lived To be unknown? May it only be a figment of the mind. Seemingly, I'd rather live solely Like the beast in his bowl Like the boy in his bubble Like the son beneath no sun I'd rather live with no joy, monotonous in my days Never to encounter a decoy Lest my heart burn like the majestic city of Troy. I'd rather live scorned For passion had strove Medea and love had killed Helen, The outcomes of an incomparable and small idea. Look at this irony we call life. Love kills lovers Hope destroys hoper's Sins demolish sinners and our knowing defeats knower's. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Old Tree Eyes. The web of life weaves a satirical and obscure pattern, Often misshapen and distorted to our dislike. Neither a ray nor a line but a segment of hills That in the end will stop to kill. Amidst this web of ups and downs Sometimes comes a phenomena that often profounds. Winter wished it had a friend and autumn wished its very end. Time stopped just as it was about to breathe and allowed the blissful to slowly weep. I am a tree of many rings but this is something even new for me. I've seen the sunny nights, and the moon during the day. And I have even felt nature wither and plunder to gray. I've heard the sea howl words of wisdom through its waves , And guide the birds as to what they should say. But Oh Mr.War, what have you done? You say you don't feel and it feels great. Oh Mr.War does this please? Constructive and destructive as if it was a planned disease. I have lived my life so modest and keen, But out of all these spindles, webs and weaves: The wretchedness of death, the sound of cries, the feeling of earth shake as bodies fall from the sky. Oh my dear friends, what a misery to behold but not for the heartless, the atrocious and cold |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | The Stranger's Song. Immaculate on his bench and perched up upon a tree, He sits and sings a lullaby for all the passers to hear He paints the sky with his words and sprinkles fear with his voice He tells the tale of lovers and brings about remorse And allow the people to cry and smile as every word is spoken And allow the shivers and quivers of the spine as our feelings are awoken The lyrics fly and flow between the ears of the beholder And this lonely crowd will grow even larger. Mystified in the eyes of everyone around, A commoner! No, but a stranger! He has left them all bound. Bound to the earth and bound to the heavens, A man of no name is a hero to seven. Every beat of the drum sends the soul into a leap And every note strum, rung, fiddled and hung has made us all weep. The Devil writes sins and winners write war, The old teller man can depict history as if it wasn't far The heart preserves feelings, The mind preserves thoughts It bottles every memory, every time, every moment sought. Though I of no stature but hope as the small I of no history can sing it all. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Younger Generations Anew. I do not have much in me. I'm not a blue blood of Europe, fashionably clothed or gowned I am just a mere flat character, one-dimensioned, and painted with rusty dark charcoal (They left my eyes gray and my heart black) I asked my mother and I asked her father's father if they could fill my white soul to a more exuberant color I feel minuscule and fragile, perhaps the morning sky and its color will do And they said this rich world was too poor for me I long for nostalgia of the time when a home of heads would let my head rest upon. A time that has been forsaken by the wealthy. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | The Piano is my Soul. My body is so numb when you play with my mind and you trigger me to imaginative worlds far beyond our mankind I swear as if you trick my heart to skip its much needed beat so that it follows your every note, and your every sorrowful fleet Now I have loved war far too well for my own good but when you call me in the morning and seduce me in the night I feel as if my life has reached a much needed height Ah, people do you hear me? The bigger, do you care? What a voice is making cry... her voice, it's making me flare. I dream of a temptress with but no wish to tempt, who of magicians has no tricks who of objects rises above who have lovers can love all who of sounds is the one who can make my knees quiver and fall I dream of an adulteress who throws me in bliss. |
| kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | I don't have much to say except: I think I love you. -camps in this thread until the next time you update- |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | thanks for the comment =] not sure about this one so comments would be nice. Kaleidoscopic elucidations We will build a tower in Babylon to reach the enigma of the azure skies that perpetuate above our fuddled minds To have the flames from the heavens tear its essence to the ground The same earthen floors we have dug beneath to perceive the hells and their tyranny For it is innate for us to question what the mind cannot surpass Looking for answers in the opulent and roaming the clattered city streets Beggars, brothels and intoxicants are where man finds his desires To answer his minds troubling and courteous trials The hierarchy will mock you and your quests and everything you stood for And they will drive you to hatred and demise How humankind kills and dies for love powered by pride and passion, The essential core of the nature's misfortune and burlesque compassion Toiling to search for the non-contingent, our hatred for the questionable will further drive us ravaging the lands Till our cold matted deathbeds, where all we wish to seek is left embedded on our lifeless hands Our conscious yet tormented by the pending vindications far after human lips have forgotten our names The primal chaos before creation brought forth man, a mere thought Who yearned for the world to cast some light upon itself The only invocation of which our destitution has sought |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | The Inevitableness of Dementia Hessa, Hessa, married to their virtues and chastity Notoriously infatuated with the lands of her Arabian descendants Take no heed to the innocence of their minds When they laugh at your yearning tenderness for it's skies Sticks and stones of martyrs bones Lay beneath the terrain's once glistening shores And you adulate the memories built in this home Of a land ravaged by terror and ignorance galore. Destiny, destiny was once her name When she saw the immaculate benevolence of the blind and lame How they loved life and its alms How the rich thrived off fornication and manmade barbarous bombs For nature and it's allure does not allow bearing winds to whisper of sabotage Even for a second of a mourning heart But cries to us through the imaginative depictions traced through her art And the the velveteen sheer of an arid night Hessa devoted to this quarry, this land so benign The crystalline rivers requiting her love, as they raced the water's creatures The terrain so haggard in its countenance, touched by 100 years of solitude Yet so arcane in its wilting trees and verdant visuality With mountains that briskly kissed the heavens in gratitude for their ambience Not knowing that even their tenacity could not protect them from massacre And the land and oceans were limited in their days as well. No being, no man, no hint of existence Will concur or prevail the power to remember Hessa, Hessa, wedded to her memories Of 100 years of solitude in her Arabian lands. |
| believing. Salute You in Your Grave  Age: 30 Gender: Male Posts: 2318 | You are officially my favourite poet on INO, like, seriously. Your poems are amazing stuff. velveteen: I love this one too. velveteen: Wow. Just wow. <3 |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | thank you so much for the comments =] |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | Echoes of the Hourglass The hourglass of mantras, tipped to the brim with sand How nationalistically stained are the sands of time, splattered with the blood of martyrs Who thrust their hearts and minds into the ocean of naiveté Still beating and believing beneath our feet, at every echo of government voices And how laced are the sands of time with the candor's hopeful hearts The hourglass of mantras, tipped to the brim with histories voices Never ending are the sand dunes of illusion, They have slowly sunk the golden caravans of princes, hypnotized by the promise of serenity and reversal. On the verge of ruin, time will go on Their fuddled prayers rising alongside the soulless winds of dawn Time will go on, on the verge of human rage For wisdom is judged by the countable ticking seconds of age Summerchild, refugee of a world run by time Oblivious to the essences of days and nights Daydreaming beneath the abyss of empty skies to forget their recurring cries Summerchild, the faithful and sagacious orchestrator of time Taunted by the never ending echoes of the hourglass and its rhyme. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime  Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | It's only courteous to throw someone a comment when they take the time to read your stuff, and tbh, Im more pleased that your comment on my work compelled me to come here than the fact that you commented at all [seeing as opinions are hard to come by here these days]. You can just skip through this page and read random lines and each one seems perfectly formed. I havn't voted for poet of the month in almost a year but I'm going to this month. People like you aren't getting the recognition they deserve, two people have commented? wtf. Oh right yeah, your fantastic like. : ) |
| believing. Salute You in Your Grave Age: 30 Gender: Male Posts: 2318 | You seriously are an amazing writer. Echoes Of The Hourglass is really full of emotion, and the words. Wow. ^^ and like she said, your poetry does deserve more recognition. <3 |
| souverian. Demolition Lover Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | His Serendipity She is the fire of his loins, the heir to every and all his serendipities When she burns him in his sleep And drowns him in a state of mind cryptic to society The insomniac lover is dead to the world. Ladies and gentlemen of the troubled jury, Here is a dying man for the desire of youth And here is the serendipitous dancer under the African skies Frivolous to the beat of an aging man's heart A slave to his meek cries She is the fire of his loins, the heir to his calamities See his plea to the convulsions that drive sanity to its end And crescent waves after crescent waves, Pounding judgments against his pale lifeless body As he is embraced in an ocean of forbidden passion While she dances beneath the stars of Virgo And the jurors mockingly rejoice. |
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