Poetry.

anyone want to hear poetry?
just wondering

before i put it on and then get blasted by 40 different people about it.

thx

A Rise To Fall

I have returned.
My long awaited trek from the underworld.
I long to find

the one that imprisoned me.
I shall savor his blood.
And make a coat of his skin.

And weapons from his bones.
Then my plan will once again take shape.
MY EMPIRE

SHALL RISE!!
TOWNS WILL BURN!!
PEOPLE SHALL DIE!!
NATURE WILL BE EXTINCT!!

TO CREATE MY VISION OF THE PERFECT WOLRD NATURE MUST DIE!!
I then arrive at my

armies center, shocked to find the place scoured of life by the desert.
And i now know

why the people called this place " Dead Fool's Valley ".
All the graves were rudly

buried as if they were shoved in with the bodies in a battle.
I reburied them all, but

only after i dug mine, showing my men i was joining them.
And at my last moments of life

inside that hole of darkness, i saw my personally hell:

The world in it's pitiful

form.

The Insanity

My evil has lasted centuries.
I have killed countless people.
A one man

army, one man force.
I am the evil of evils.
I am the fear of the feared.
I am

the titan of the gods.
I cannot be trusted for I exploit your secrets.
I cannot be

killed. You die where the thought comes to bear.
I cannot be stopped. You cannot halt

the pendelum.
God has sent me to undo his mistakes.
I have been sent to finish

Pandora's job.

But one day God sent down an army of angels.
We battled for days

uptop my tower.
Every single one of them were killed by my hands.
Then laughing at

me God sent down a tunnel of fire.
I realized one thing:

God is the evil of

evils.
God is the fear of the feared.
God is the titan of the gods.
God cannot

be stopped.

And while the flames ravaged my body I let out one final laugh.

My unending laugh of insanity.

The Longing

i kill. i bleed. i

feel. i cry.

i lay wishing i was somewhere else.
i live in a place of illusion.

i have fake friends, fake allies, and fake pride.
i am used. i am ignored. i am

tossed away.

i kill. i bleed. i feel. i cry.

i kill with evil. i bleed with

open wounds. i feel the jaws of life clamping down. i cry with the begging for mercy.
i

live life hoping that i can stay out of the shadows, live a normal life.
but fate has no

happy endings.
fate has no corners to turn, no intersections to change paths, no lanes

to change destinations.
i shall always long for the day my fake friends, my fake allies,

and my foolish fake pride throw a rose into my deathbed.

Re-awakening

The world has crumbled beneath me.
The world has betrayed me.
They would

burn me as a abomination and a feind.
The would-be people who supposivly were my allies

held teh torches.
They were beaming with smirks of deception.
One by one they flung

the flaming curses at me, one even struck my chest.
Then, the world went black,

smothering all like traces of light marking the way for doom.

They were all afraid,

for my purposed has just began.
But it was too late, my body was too burnt and ragged to

make amends.
With all my hatred, all my strength, all my will, i screamed the black

curses that unlocked my power, scattering flames that danced with a lightening tango when

they set people afire.

People ran fearing my magic that easily mowed down people who

ran.
All my former allies stood motionless, sensing what they had set afoot.
The one

i used to call Second looked up at me and requested mercy for them.
I only gave him

mercy because he would see the death he started tonight.

All the people were dead in

the village.
My grand plan will rise again.
All shall perish under my iron fist.

But they didnt realize what little time they had untill i escaped the chains i was tied

to.
And they also didnt realize that the entire world has made the re-birth of evil

possible.

And they shall know that I am not myth.........not now not ever.

am i ever going to get feedback from this?

give me your opinions, no lying!

ok, here is one of my poems that poetry was made for: trying to get

girls to forgive you. so this is one of those, and yes marcbomber, this one failed. she

utterly hates me now.

The Dark Moon

The wind spreads your

sweet perfume.
The moon shines on your silky skin.
The autummn matches your wild

hair.
The stars reflect the serenity of your eyes.

They say our eyes are the

doorway to the cosmos.
They also say our eyes reflect our lives.
Your eyes show a life

without war or strife, plauge or famine.
My eyes show a life that is contrast to

yours.
I live a life of pain, anguish, and bittersweet conflicts.
I live the life of

agony and may it shall remain thoughout the eons even after my death.

The sea washes

over me with your untames persona.
The sky holds your sweet words.
The sun brightens

your eternal beauty.

If I had one wish in the world it would be that your unweilding

eutopia of life, happiness, and love remain a pillar of fate, a rule of law, so that this

world, this golden age of humanity, doesn't live on in the dark corners alone.

damn R8R, you seem like you never had to sleep on teh couch because of your spouse.

The

Protecting Angel

I love you my sweet.
I have always loved you.
We

have shared our loving friendship, and even our pains, for ages.
I have always stood by

your side.
I have always protected you.
I have always guided you in your dark

times.
But now you suffer a problem which i cannot fix:destiny

I talk to you

everyday, hearing you talk about your love waiting for you in the future, your knight on his

horse waiting to take you away.

Well i have no horse, i am not a knight, and i am not

just wisking you away into the beyonds.

I planned for us to wed, to hold each other

in our arms till the end.
But this spikes the road in our future.

I also have the

ghost of time after me, though it is the ghost of past.
I am haunted of past events,

which teh recipients of my actions do not forgive, and some even despise me.
The guilts

of the past have worn me away.

My love is fading.
And you are beginning a new

journy toward truth.
I cannot bear losing you.
That is why I took my life.
So i did

not see you leave my sights.

But i cannot leave you this way.
You still need

guidance and protection.
I dont give a damn about wings.
I dont give a damn about

rewards.
And i dont give a damn about your knight.

I just want you to reach your

highest happiness, a place were I have failed so much in trying to acheive.

The Days

You have given me a purpose.
You have given me peace.
You have given me a

piece of my sanity back.
But what have i done for you?

I am abomination.
I am

diease.
I am evil.
I am nothing.
Yet you still try to reach inside my soul.
You

try to grasp that last part of humanity from me.
Why?

You know my past is

staggering at me.
I cannot pull away.
It wields me like a sword.
I cannot stop it

from trying to cut us away.
So, my love, I ask why you still are here?
Why do you try

to repair a broken record?
You do not use glue on an antique and expect it to be the

same.

So, you have done much to me, but what am I to you?
What gain do you take

from me by playing possum?
I am not sure why you bother a loney, dark soul like

me......

I dont like illusions....

iron maidan

huh? i knew i heard that somewhere before while i was reading it.....but in my opinion

R8R's selection beat both of us NW, but i still like mine, i still have one more love poem

to find somewhere in my pile of shit in my room.

teh last two love poems i posted

were done on teh spot if ya want to know.....but it took like about 15 min to

finish...........i still am wondering if i should send them off to this girl i

like........me ---->[1729] [714] [1729] [rocketwhore] <--- the girl.....that'll prolly be

the end result.