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Phoenix
12-28-2009, 10:48 PM
After some time, I have decided to go forth and share my poems with you all.
I know they suck, but people have requested me to post them.
He goes nothing...
I only have one for you right now since I am not in my house nor on my computer.
Please do not steal these and if you wish to use them elsewhere, let me know and give me full credit.
I put time and energy into everyone of these.. They all come from the soul and express what I was feeling at the time.


~The Game Of Lies~

war is a game of lies,
no one lives, everyone dies.
a bullet through the enemy's chest,
now he is known as the best,
until a bullet goes through his chest,
then to hell, he is another guest.
on the ground there is blood,
the body falls with a thud.
everyone say your last good byes,
because in this game, everyone dies.

-'Twas a short little poem I put together in English class about 3 years ago.
Comments?

Phoenix
12-30-2009, 07:52 PM
okay so I'm looking through my poems and I notice all of them are pretty short, so like bare with me? lol.

Endless pain and sorrow,
the darkness will never end,
Your sanity I must borrow,
to let my bones mend.
As the lonely wait,
and the waiting get lonely.
To die is to debate,
the be the one and only.
Dead on the cold stone ground,
waiting for the warm light.
Your wrists tied and bound,
to see you is a sight.
A flood of crimson blood all around,
your body laying on the cold stone ground.

Merry
01-01-2010, 07:32 PM
Phoenix.. this is just awesome. I am totally in love with your 2nd poem.
It's just amazing, and powerful, and is just incredible.

Please post more - I really enjoy poetry. Thank you for posting these.

Princess Bubbles
01-01-2010, 07:35 PM
*clap* i wish i could write something like that Dx your poetry ish not crappy 0:
now now ..uhhh
uhhh
POST MORE :>

Falcon Red
01-01-2010, 07:51 PM
certainly got talent mate I enjoyed them

Phoenix
01-01-2010, 07:52 PM
Thank you thank you. Thank you everyone. I will have more up later today.

Merry
01-02-2010, 12:59 AM
where are the poems :eager:

Phoenix
01-02-2010, 01:27 AM
Okay so one of my less depressing poems?

The time has come for us to run.
The lies are over, the game is done.
There is nothing left for us to see.
The door is locked, but I have a key.
I use the key and open the door,
The time to laugh is no more.
The time of truth is finally here.
You must let go of all of your fear.
Sprout your wings and take to the skies,
Until the fun falls and dies.

Phoenix
01-02-2010, 01:40 AM
How it is funny that on a day of love,
a day celebrated with a dove.
A day of happiness, there is such pain.
And has such a sadness as Mr. Poe on Dreary Lane.
A day on which women wear white,
And people look on in delight.
That there is so much red,
No one realizes, they are dead.

Merry
01-02-2010, 02:03 AM
Okay so one of my less depressing poems?

The time has come for us to run.
The lies are over, the game is done.
There is nothing left for us to see.
The door is locked, but I have a key.
I use the key and open the door,
The time to laugh is no more.
The time of truth is finally here.
You must let go of all of your fear.
Sprout your wings and take to the skies,
Until the fun falls and dies.


This poem is just incredible. I just love the way you are using this to describe the feelings you had. I am really enjoying reading these.
More please...

Phoenix
01-02-2010, 02:05 AM
Well since you know the story behind that one. Isn't it ironic that I called it less depressing?

Merry
01-02-2010, 02:42 AM
yes... I have to admit, I didn't think it depressing at all.. until you explained it to me.. and now, I have to say.. a wee sarcasm there?
but I still love it.. I love my interpretation of it and yours as well.

Phoenix
01-02-2010, 02:52 AM
okay guys.. I only have like 7 or 8 left to post. <.<
How does this sound. I will post ONE every TWO days or until I get 5 comments on the previous poem. Which ever is longers. The comments need to be from 5 different people. Not just two people conversing about my poem. Good talk guys.

Merry
01-02-2010, 02:59 AM
aw.. why? why does there have to be rules?
why can't you just share!?

Phoenix
01-02-2010, 03:02 AM
To make it interesting.

Phoenix
01-09-2010, 05:03 PM
Forget the comments. >.< I have neglected this long enough. Time for more poems.


Destruction In The Night

Darkness, no light.
The essence that drives us through the night.
Churning the souls of the dear departed,
hurting those of the broken hearted.
Hearing the whispers of demon chatter.
Seeing the glass fall and shatter.
All through the night, we see the destruction.
Destruction of the world's evil consumption.

Falcon Red
01-09-2010, 07:21 PM
Very nice mate, quite talented

Phoenix
01-09-2010, 07:31 PM
Why thank you. I still say they suck. lmao.


In the moments of bitter silence,
there are moments of sweet violence.
All the times there were blood,
rushing like an evil flood.
And when in the darkness,
all the trees are barkless.
Everything seems as if it is dead,
except the trail which is painted red.
Once again, looking like blood,
but with the consistancy of mud.
And as you fall to the ground,
your body is never to be found.

I actualy kind of like this one because it scare the crap out of my english class when I read this to them. 3 years ago?

Totenglaut
01-09-2010, 08:07 PM
Personally I like the way you write. It's very descriptive.

Miss Devil
01-18-2010, 03:56 PM
I am in love with that poem up there -points to green poem- if I could I may marry it XD jk about marrying it. I do love it though

Phoenix
01-18-2010, 03:59 PM
Well thank you. I have more. I just gotta like stop being lazy and distracted.

Miss Devil
01-18-2010, 04:07 PM
Please post.
Ease my pain by posting more!
Btw if you think your crazy you should read some of my posts!

Merry
01-18-2010, 07:38 PM
I still say they don't suck, at all.. they are amazing, and I'm glad you broke the rules and wrote more... can't imagine why this scared anyone :XD:



Why thank you. I still say they suck. lmao.


In the moments of bitter silence,
there are moments of sweet violence.
All the times there were blood,
rushing like an evil flood.
And when in the darkness,
all the trees are barkless.
Everything seems as if it is dead,
except the trail which is painted red.
Once again, looking like blood,
but with the consistancy of mud.
And as you fall to the ground,
your body is never to be found.

I actualy kind of like this one because it scare the crap out of my english class when I read this to them. 3 years ago?

Phoenix
06-21-2010, 01:14 AM
There is darkness inside of all of us.
What we do with it is our choice.
We can let it rule our lives.
Crash our hopes and dreams.
Or we can take it by the reigns.
Control where our life goes.
The darkness is strong.
Which only leads us to be stronger.
It plays tricks on us.
So we must be clever.
It lies in wait until we are at our weakest.
So we must always be at the ready.
Our goal is to not let it take over.
The darkness is spreading.
And we are no longer in control.