Is this the dead poets society...wake the fuck up people and post some poems...

At 8/13/05 02:10 AM, nitroxide wrote: Is this the dead poets society...wake the fuck up people and post some poems...

Who the hell are you to think that you run the show?
Haven't you understood that this place runs slow?
It's best to be patient or you'll earn a foe.
Please understand these things, or your ass has to go.
Who the fuck you think you are? Ebeneezer Scrooge?
I don't know what your thinking, but you have much lose.
It's best to get your head right, before someone checks for screws.
I don't ever I want to see a post like that from the likes of you.

Understand that this place is slow, you post like that again, and most likely you want get a warm reception, understood?

At 8/13/05 02:24 AM, Mast3rMind wrote:

At 8/13/05 02:10 AM, nitroxide wrote: Is this the dead poets society...wake the fuck up people and post some poems...

Who the hell are you to think that you run the show?
Haven't you understood that this place runs slow?
It's best to be patient or you'll earn a foe.
Please understand these things, or your ass has to go.
Who the fuck you think you are? Ebeneezer Scrooge?
I don't know what your thinking, but you have much lose.
It's best to get your head right, before someone checks for screws.
I don't ever I want to see a post like that from the likes of you.

Understand that this place is slow, you post like that again, and most likely you want get a warm reception, understood?

Dude calm the hell down im trying to get a rise out of this place i dont care if it runs slow i dint want to see the thread head to the next page so i posted something i could give to shits how im welcomed here and as for that poem goes...that was very weak ebenezeer scrooge???wtf man thats sad...no everything has to rhyme buddy...

This is on NG.
In the clubs and crews section.
The poetry club.

At 8/13/05 04:28 AM, nitroxide wrote: Dude calm the hell down im trying to get a rise out of this place i dont care if it runs slow i dint want to see the thread head to the next page so i posted something i could give to shits how im welcomed here and as for that poem goes...that was very weak ebenezeer scrooge???wtf man thats sad...no everything has to rhyme buddy...

I was calm, I also had fun making that, and if you don't get the Scrooge part then you need more education, second of all, learn how to spell. Peace out, and bye.

At 8/13/05 08:30 PM, Mast3rMind wrote:

At 8/13/05 04:28 AM, nitroxide wrote:

I was calm, I also had fun making that, and if you don't get the Scrooge part then you need more education, second of all, learn how to spell. Peace out, and bye.

Im glad you had fun making that next time dont waste your time,i never said i dint get the scrooge part i said it was weak(lame,stupid,shitty,crap,etc)read before you post and i dont come to NG to give a shit about spelling when it matters is when im aware of it.Dont ever question my intelligence dipshit.

Peace,peaches,&porn...

At 8/14/05 09:46 PM, nitroxide wrote: Peace,peaches,&porn...

Final words to the dumbass. I'll question your intelligence, why? Because I can. It's as simple as that you moronic asshat. Now that I've said the final words. I'm not going to continue this open flame invitation, because if I did, I would be as dumb as you. Understood? If you by anyway try to continue, I would truly have to question the age labeled in your profile.

Simple words...from a simple boy...
Dipshits spit shit...

At 8/16/05 01:43 AM, nitroxide wrote: Simple words...from a simple boy...
Dipshits spit shit...

Hey nitroxide. If your serious about not liking Mast3rMind, come join me. I have a personal vendetta to settle with him. Her's a poem just about that little vengence I have against Mast3rMind.

I tried to deal with the pain
you tried to help but nothing worked
my pain was plain and you couldn't see
ain't it a shame to feel blamed
I hate all who came to fame
oh my no one else to blame
can you rekindle my flame
I am myself and you are a fool
nothing about you is cool
you act so arogant to the situation
get a dictionary and find my explanation
you can't because there is no cure
but a girl to rekindle my flame

I call it, "To Rekindle my Flame."

In the many hazes
Of a world enfatuated with power
The bitter taste of life so sour
A guiding light emerges
Corporations playing games with petty lives
Continue merging and merging
The light of blindness submerges
The door of chance is always open
The errors of my past life,Im still coping
Lies stuck in my throat always choking
Mortal gods,Dictating presidents
Always posing
Dialating eyes
Decieving lies
Derail my destination
Broke due to comercial persuation
Constant reminder of worlwide
Cryptic cancer
Unconcience,hypnotic,propaganda
Who do you want to lure?
Who are your comercials truely for?

My second sight invisions
A diffrent image
A sensored sound
Deeper meanings more profound
The future that awaits my soul
Past my body
Inhale knowledge in forms of shoties
Existing demons within us
Green greed,Laced lust
Our demise is a must
Thunder roars its warnings
Rotting corpses plague our streets
Faint hearts falling in fear
Crawling in an opressed atmosphere
Seduced my sleep
Suprised by death
Everyone shall shed a tear
Before their last breath
You see it as mere blood
Spilled for war
I see it as a dying world
That has no idea what
Their fighting for

On this day my destiny dawned
My heart bloomed
Your life...is my essence of existence
Your birth personifies true magnificence
I love you more than life itself
Im tortured with the thirst your your thighs
I long to gaze into your stellar eyes
To hear your tantric moans,your sexual cries
Tantalized by your tongue
I can taste the truth in your touch
Hear the warmth in your scent
Confused senses
of a man whose discovered pure love
To see you for the first time...
To taste you...
To hear you...
To feel you...
To smell you...
You stir my senses
Unravel all my emotions
Only you can make me feel loved
With the slightest touch
Our love is undefined
But with perfect meaning
The shining sun always gleaming
You are the only reason i continue breathing
You are my rebel drug
Let me leap into X-tacy

Before you i was plagued with problems
Swamped in sorrow
Drenched in distress
You are the pill that keeps me still
All at the same time in constant motion
I swim in your mind...
My ocean
In between our passion and lust
Lies our devotion and trust
Which binds us like the strongest potion
Sexual silohuettes sorround our souls
Together we are the imaculate mold
The greatest love story left untold
The pleasure palace of your pussy
Is the garden of eden
The only bearer of my semen
My dark delicate daisy
My fragile flower
I love you more with every passing hour
With your presence ive come to perceive
That all i desire is waiting in you
And im ready to receive

The eyes of the wolf glimmer
in the darkest of nights.
Their grace is hidden in their
beuty and thier souls
reflect that of their
creators. The wolven soul
will lead us to the
darkest and most sacred
of paradises. we must
follow in their
paw prints, watch with
the eyes of a god, and because
that which we fear.....
We become the wolf

here's a little short thing I've just written directly.

I've seen great minds from the street.
Go to waist on herione and speed
Now we live between concreet walls and steel bars
But on the streets there are still wars
While we are locked up in this cage
Gangs, drugs, while we are filled with outcoming rage
The mind speaks thruth while the mouth speaks lies
Till evryone of us dies
but if you hear clearly...this is God's true house
Be silent as a mouse
Hear his voice
those who who speak thruth shall be forgiven
while those who lie, neither death nor life shall be given
The halls are filled with the youth and guards
we are only players in a game of darts
This is the same prison as the projects
only here there are rejects
I feel alike a longshot
But I still live and breathe cause this live is all I got
I ain't got no daddy, no mamma too
I'm just trying to get by in this world so blue.

I get high off the sweet
Smell of orgies and extacy
The suculent scent of
Sexual superiority
I love the erractic cool
Climax of the clit
The sexy lips
The sultry slit...
Mmmm...I love the clit

At 4/3/05 04:41 PM, Ketski wrote: Rules and Regulations
1. Do not criticize anybody's work

I would like people to criticize my work if that would be okay for you. How else should I be able to become better?

Anyways, I usually post poems in the "Late Night Lounge" but I thought I could give you something too.

I'm mostly writing war poems and similar things.

However, I just posted this one in the "Late Night Lounge" and you might like to see it, so here:

Dowel my arms to a woman not a weapon
Debar me from death not from love
Detruncate our suffer not our limbs

Give them their raison d'être
Stop to deter

Limn a world in peace
Not a world in pieces

Eradicated cities
Lingered aid
Esoteric end of all misery
Albeit it exist

Give them a reason to live
A reason to save foundlings
A reason to believe you

Once so feducial
Now the lie is uncovered
Friends became fiends
Heroes became tyrants

Change it now or let Death forever irk

At 8/28/05 05:22 PM, Andersson wrote:

At 4/3/05 04:41 PM, Ketski wrote: Rules and Regulations
1. Do not criticize anybody's work

I would like people to criticize my work if that would be okay for you. How else should I be able to become better?

Not to shabby....I liked it.

Anyways, I usually post poems in the "Late Night Lounge" but I thought I could give you something too.

Where is this"late night lounge" you speak of?

At 8/29/05 02:15 AM, nitroxide wrote: Where is this "Late Night Lounge" you speak of?

It's here in the Clubs & Crews forum section; http://www.newground..=124012&page=425

At 8/29/05 09:41 AM, MrCrawford wrote: I'm currently working on something, but I'll be sure to post it when its done.

Hmmm, I always post my poems/stories directly when I'm gonna write them.

But that can also be a reason to why they ain't as good as they could be. =/

i got poetry: I hate po, po hates me tinky-winky shot dipsy with a ten-foot rifle wals he had a pee, sorry lala dipsys dead. how do you like it (do not mind if bad).

At 8/29/05 12:46 PM, monkey-takeover wrote: i got poetry: I hate po, po hates me tinky-winky shot dipsy with a ten-foot rifle wals he had a pee, sorry lala dipsys dead. how do you like it (do not mind if bad).

*Taps monkey on the head*

That was...something.

At 8/29/05 04:22 PM, nitroxide wrote: Stuff...

By the way nitrocide, nice post in the "Late Night Lounge", with a little more posts there and comments about this thread, I think chances are good to get more night owls over here. =)

I havnt posted in here for a while. Here is a poem.

Foliage

The night of suicidal love
Will soon begin with a shock
And as I slide on this black glove
It is only an innocent shove
At the stroke of twelve o’clock

Pain, a forest so deep and still
It’s a fear of switchblade knives
The small children find it a thrill
Then the breeze passes with a chill
And the small run for their lives

In this crowd of autumn leaves
They stare and tug about my shroud
I cry, as if to perceive
The irony of feeling proud
Then I begin to laugh out loud

I know you fear of being sliced
I’d make it my own delight
And Pain itself is lover’s tryst
As being sliced in fact sufficed
This sick, delusional night

Passing is the torturous time
As dark withers inch by leap
With morning church bells soon to chime
There grows the homicidal signs
Then the cut and Pain grows deep

In this crowd of autumn leaves
I struggle with my arms clutched tight
My one fear is of that cleave
As the sparks burn my eyes mid-flight
I beg the absence of white light

Choose to hang like that blade so free
As the woods challenge the Pain
Do you believe? Now look at me
As though that’s all you’ve got to see
And be the last to be slain

Crinkle and crack below my feet
It is here I stalk my pray
In this illusion I deceit
The world is not as it seems
The Pain will help you decay

........................

Remember to post your writing in the Writer's Guild, a place of poetry and prose.

At 8/29/05 08:22 PM, MrCrawford wrote: Mein Haß

Sie nahmen mein Herz,
versenkt ihm in der Flamme.
Stahl meine Sohle
und sie zur Asche

gedreht jetzt nehme ich Ihren leblosen Corpse,
brenne es auf meinem Herzremains.
Lachen Sie, wie der Geruch
des Fleisches die Luft befleckt.

"Gesunheit"

*hands MrCrawford a tissue*

Love sucks...

In my euphoric dazes
I remember your silver kiss
Dosed in your thoughts
Drenched in your memories
Bathing in your vanity
Till this day i cant escape my archangel
My classic fable
The shooting star,slipped from my hand
My paradise covered in pure white sand
I recall the scenerios and signs
Of the lies
Eroding away in the tides of great times
Reminicing on dreams,we shared awake
Promises made,promises broken
Guess we spent to much time toking
We were the immaculate connection
Always in pain when you hurt
We soared to new heights of sexual bliss
But today i would trade it all for a kiss
of truth,of love,the way it was
I die each night aware of your absent presence
We were scholars of seduction teaching lessons
The ignorant walked we hovered
I dont know what hurts more...
That your with another or you love another...
The desparate have no answers...
Only tears...and they wipe them with fear

At 8/29/05 04:58 PM, Andersson wrote:

At 8/29/05 04:22 PM, nitroxide wrote: Stuff...

By the way nitrocide, nice post in the "Late Night Lounge", with a little more posts there and comments about this thread, I think chances are good to get more night owls over here. =)

I love me some hooters!!!

No problem...the more the merrier.

Is it ok to post poems over there also?

he finds himself behind enemy lines,
the sounds of war are no more,
he finds himself at the front lines,
the sounds of war are no more,
he finds himself in a field of death,
the sounds of war are no more,
he turns around and see's two enemie's
he realizes he's deaf,
he finds himself in a new paradise,
where the sounds of war are never more.

waddya think

Hey guys... I've been from Europe and I have more motivation to write poetry again... So yeah i'll be back to posting regularly in here soon....

I decided to post this poem of mine, tell me what u think.

Heaven ascends as the war begins,
Hell rises,
And death surprises.
The end is here,
But the time is near,
It is time to fight,
with all your might.
And learn the truth of all your youth.

also, I haven't titled so if you have a good title please reply

who the fuck likes poetry??? pricks

y do u like poetry i got sum but its the funny shitty stuff not the long crap u get in those shitty books!

I have somethin to post if ya'll don't know me I'm Poetic_Reven but I changed my name for a productions group ion the hip hop section I got a poem for u guys

It seems like mankind is drownin' in its own cryin' sea
And the air bubbles are the few who are still trying to breath
Tryin' to be, anything else but what the rest try and decree
Mankind's chances have crashed and only a few are findin debris
As if we wanted safety, yet many still cant find peace
Let the lord guide the soul to the right path/
Some take the chance, Fucked up, and go right back
Some take the time to educate themselves
Not on others' problems but their own darkness that dwells
The self hate that swells
The concious that rebels
Crushing the braincells to gel
Trapped inside a slowly closing cell
Till the senses produce allusions and smells
The charcoal ash of hell
It's farewell to the sanity of his humanity-
Submit to the vanity and participate in profanity
I over look the path that the prior man went
Played dominos with talesmen and the ten commandments
Cracked in half, letting the immortal spirit spew
Man heard my words in hebrew and gradually they were skewed
The holy number 7, representing heaven
Misconstrued from the styxx in which you laid your head in
Flowing the color in which the body bled in
The souls do not maintain-They are spread to traits compressing
reposessing a mortals' skin with the words of god's blessing
"Chugh Adeem Hareem Adonai"
Meaning the streams of dreams place the colors in your eyes
Ambission, the spirit struggling but never submitting/
Every life ended leaves purgatory in a state of forever shifting
Sifting through the sands of time-The Body And The Mind
The hypnotizing shines from Prime Angels of the rhymes
A muse assigned, to every being possessed-with a soul
Fingerprints are the crest of the mind, laced with traces of gold
The pointed edge from the spear of Cane is shaped into the waist
The bold presence of Adam placed from the throat to the organs with which it is you taste
A molecule, shared between thieves and enemies
The killing of relatives is a stern and firm belief
Since the age, of Luciphers felt presence
The plan was to kill God and reinvent him
The craft practiced in pitch black darkness
The Third Eye shakra's power was fully harnessed
The teeth used in the verbal speech were his sharpest
Leaving a path of banished souls rising from their carcases
Flipping the deerskin pages from Tibetian's Book Of The Dead
My Body shook from my head and spine down to the tips of my hands
For this was man, and his liberties to quivver fear
Of The questions in which were answered but did not hear
As dawn appeared
And the sun rose from the East
Frozen was the monster's throne and the sacrificing of beasts
Banished to a place beyond pain
Colored in the blood from the veins of all who were slain
His existence is anger and therefore fire is his sibling
Never to transpire out of the damned's scribblings...