Falcon2001

Never let it be said that I cannot write slipknot-esque songs, and I know that I can do it with about thirty times the musical skill that those idiots have...so, without further ado, Sick

 

As I walk through my life

I see all this strife

All around me

Punks all in red

Wishing I was dead

Because of what I see

The little wiggers bob their heads

Their hair all in dreads

As I stride by

They're starting static again

It's a @#%$ sin

But they'll all die

 

And I'm SICK

Sick of punks trying to start @#%$

Sick of all the wannabees trying to be @#%$

Sick of all the chicks putting out @#%$

And I just want to live

In peace

Without all this @#%$

 

As I walk through my life

with a eye on the knife

in her pocket

Chicks trying to be cool

Acting like a fool

But I just know that they're fakin'

The preppies egos bloat

Like a holiday float

In a pa-rade

I just stride on by

Because I know why

They're all jealous

 

And I'm SICK

Sick of punks trying to start @#%$

Sick of all the wannabees trying to be @#%$

Sick of all the chicks putting out @#%$

And I just want to live

In peace

Without all this @#%$

 

I just wanna live...

Without strife...

I just wanna live...

My own life...

And I'm just gonna live...

A good life...

With my head held high...

The good life...

 

And I'm SICK

Sick of punks trying to start @#%$

Sick of all the wannabees trying to be @#%$

Sick of all the chicks putting out @#%$

And I just want to live

In peace

Without all this @#%$

 

And I'm SICK,

Just SICK!

SICK of all this

@#%$

SICK of all this

@#%$!

 

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Dang right she's accepted, Wyv!

 

I was ready to start annoying people constantly with my unlisted email...but it looks like she got in fine

 

Of course, I knew she would. Intelligent is just one of the many things she has going for her, and I still mean that!

 

Heh, heh heh heh, I think I'll actually write out that poem I've been writing...ok it's more like a song...

 

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Yeah, I saw that after I had finished...shortly thereafter, my computer crashed.

Sorry.

 

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I'm not sure if I ever did a poem called I Am before, I'm pretty prodigious...

 

I am a poet and I am a fool

I am the darkness deep in the pool

I am the presence and I am the lack

I am the white and I am the black

I am the evil and I am the pure

I am the sickness and I am the pure

I see the truth instead of the lie

I see the lord instead of the fly

I see the dead instead of the live

I see the sadness instead of the jive

I see the useful instead of the lack

I see myself, a white stain on black

 

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Edited by: Falcon2001 at: 11/25/01 3:00:15 am

Encore! Encore!

Hehe, may I introduce myself...

I am a poet and I am a fool

I am the darkness deep in the pool

I am the presence and I am the lack

I am the white and I am the black

I am the evil and I am the pure

I am the sickness and I am the pure

 

Woohoo, that's one for the boards!

 

Heh, I'm a poet, and normally fairly dark, so bear with me...I am the writer of what I believe to be the largest single post on these boards...58 pages in Word 97 with 13 font, so that's that.

 

A Game of Chess is the name, so read it when you can, and I'll pester Wyv to accept your application ASAP, 'ware, though, he can be slow at times...

 

*Bows, and walks out*

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GO KOMPUTER!

 

Hey man, hows it going?

 

Sorry about SFV Ultima, haven't been playing AM much lately, too much time spent on mp3s and video games...but I still find time for the boards.

 

Wyvern, if you ever get around to it, I second Deggy's move.

 

LET CHRIS IN!

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Okay guys, I finally got a computer, and can now proceed with copying the story I have been writing onto these boards.

 

A Game of Chess is the story of a small band of comrades that go through quite a lot together.

The posting will hopefully happen sometime between 3 PM and 11 PM tonight, PST.

 

Look for it, guys!

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Too....much...sugar...

Waaaayyy too deep Minta.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy too deep.

 

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Thanks, Peredhil! And the format codes are perfect, I wasn't sure what they were...

 

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Peredhil, leader, friend, buddy, compadre, amigo, comrade...

I archived all my stuff in the library, so I'm going to take you up on that offer to delete them from the Banquet Hall...

 

Thanks!

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Bottom

 

Pick yourself up

Look around

you have fallen,

Fallen down

From your perch

Up in the sky

Now you sit

and wonder why

The status quo

You lived by

They up and left you

Now you cry

on the bottom

of the land

Weep and wail

hold up your hands

I walk on by

this is my home

The shadows comfort

I can roam

I see you there

Help you up

You turn around

And see the cups

In my hands

One of truth

One of poison

One of youth

Drink your fill

Try again

I slink away

to my den

So if you fall

and can't get up

Remember me and

the three cups

One of poison

One of truth

and the last one

One of youth

What does it mean

No-one knows

I'm not telling

Maybe crows

Can tell you why

The end of days

The end of stories

End of haze

I eschew youth

and questions why

I shun the end

and suicide

I drink of truth

My only friend

The deepest pain

The beginning's end

So when you're pushed

and then you fall

pick yourself up

my name call

I will arrive

The shadow's man

the guide and prophet

The one who can

Help you back

On your feet

Try and thank me

I am fleet

I live alone

Will never die

For I drank of truth

and not suicide

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Dreaming

 

I see your eyes in the night,

Watching me

I feel your caress in the blanket,

Touching me

I hear your voice in the music,

Joining me

I cannot be beside you

For I hate me

 

I want your kisses on my lips

I want your body next to mine

I want to feel your arms around me

I know I can never have you, time, time.

I want to know that you love me

I want to talk to you all night long

I want to taste your sweet skin

 

But I'm not worthy of what I have...

Which is nothing at all.

So I'm not worthy of you, girl,

I can never ever love you

My issues weigh me down

I need to hide myself from you!

 

I need to feel you voice beside me

I need to be your valentine

I need to be your loving companion

And you need to be mine

But it's not what I need that matters

It's what has to be done

To keep myself from loving you

The pain is never fun

 

You always hurt

The ones you love

The gentle voice

Of God above

He cursed me with my sickness

And left me here to die

I will not be defeated

And spit blindly in his eye

I will walk my path alone, dear

You cannot follow me

I balance on the thin line

between madness and sanity

 

I need to feel your body

But I know I can't

I need to hear you love me

But I know that you don't

And even if you do,

I'll end up hurting you

Because I'm dreaming

Dreaming of you girl...

Yeah, I'm a dreamer

Lost in my own world

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Am I?

 

Am I

Handsome?

Am I

Kind?

Am I

Funny?

Or do you

Lie?

Your face is vibrant

Full of life

My face is deadened

Full of strife

So why do you want me

I cannot say

I run away now

For fear of day

Though you need me,

Tou must stay true

To the man that

Will shatter you.

I wait alone now

I'm sleeping less

My eyes are empty

My room's a mess

I wait to see you

I need you near

I long to feel you

And ease my fear

We thrive in discord

Chaos is home

I sit and watch now

Within my dome

I reach out to you

You fade away

I'm only dreaming

I sit and pray

 

Oh god, please help me

I need her badly

I cannot bear it

I live life sadly

I need to touch her

And rub her back

And compliment her

When comes back

I need to stay up

All night with her

And talk 'bout the sky

And the free birds...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Sins of the Father

 

I am my father's son

Killer, liar, thief

I am the firstborn son

The one brought to grief

I lie awake and dream

Of pits of hell below

Of burning fires and ash

From the lava flows

I cannot touch the skies

Cannot reach for life

I cannot help the hate

My soul is stained with strife

 

Why did you leave me dad?

Did I betray you?

I bleed invisible blood

And wish for a clue

 

I hate myself for this

Your crimes must be my fault

My fault you killed that man

My life's locked in the vault

Your guns stole from the world

Humanity's my foe

Becuase of me you killed

Satan wants my soul below

I am a sinner born

Born to mom and you

Your sins have passed to me

The evil sinks on through

 

Sins of the father passed

It must be my fault

Though I know not how

I've the soul of an adult

 

So I sing this song

And hug my sins so close

My friends can't understand

In my faults I find hope

If I atone my marks

Against society

Maybe I can live

In common decency

So with all my soul

I stand and fight

I killed so many men

I live within the night

 

I

Die

With

Sin

This

Night

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Not the End

 

I fell down the darkened well

My soul was wounded, would I heal?

I decided to end my life

Rid the world of me and my strife

I walked down the hall of doom

Drew the knife, entered the room

My final rest, the one deserved

The knife's edge is sharp and curved

I set the blade to my skin

I tried to slice and reach within

But I could not find the strength

To end my life, pain without length

For as I stood there with the edge

I gazed at my eyes, at the ledge

Within my soul, my perfect place

My soul's temple, no disgrace

Within I found there was need

My soul on the world of greed

The one I need, I've never met

She said she needs me, I regret

My decision to slit my throat

I cannot kill me, so I wrote

This little poem, hope it explains

Why I am alive and not insane

I cannot leave this world behind

That would be selfish, and a lie

So I stand, alone with my friends

And wish I was happy, though I never am.

So don't worry, I'm still here

For my life you should never fear

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Two-Faced

 

You're trying to trap me

With your lies

Put your arms around me

And tell me it's fine

But I know my secrets

My other side

You've never seen the darkness

That grows inside

 

Two-Faced!

I'm swallowing hate

You can't

See my fate

 

Razorblades and curses,

Notes of suicide

Knives and broken edges

Wishin' I had died

I'm worthless in the darkness

A liar in the light

I'm so ****ing two-faced

I'm sneaking through the night

There's nothing to me now

I'm not alive

You think to change me

Like to see you try

 

Because I'm so

Two Faced!

Swallowing Hate!

You Can't

See My hate!

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Pity's Overrated

 

--Intro,three-by-three--

When you crash and burn

And you cry alone

Don't expect me to pity you

When your hamster dies

And the world's ****ed up

Pity won't help you though

--end intro--

Pity's overrated

Out world is built upon it

Pity's worthless garbage

I never give that ****

To all the sniv'ling whiners

Who ***** about salvation

Well I'm the lord incarnate

And I'm passing judgement

On all the little ****heads

Who think they are the 'bomb'

Who play their girls like cards

And are always running from

Their itty bitty concience

A voice inside their big heads

They're running from the justice

And heading towards the fall

Well I'm satan incarnate

Watching from below

I see them running like mad

From justice's unending flow

They're searching for some pity

An ego-booster for em all

It makes 'em feel all fluffy

And big and strong and tall

Well I'm justice incarnate

And truth, it is my sword

I cleave apart their big dreams

They're nothing but a whore

It's mental masturbation

That's what pity is

And if you indulge in that sin

The system's got you in

Now I believe in shadows

And black I think is pure

Your white lies are decieving

And pity's not the cure

So next time you reach out

For your little pity trip

Remember that it's killing

Us all with worthless ****

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Brand New Day

 

It's a brand new day

But the same old play

Get out of bed

And start to pray

Get dressed in black

Fill my backpack

Look around

For things I lack

Get on in the car

Drive through dark

The end is

Still so far

Sit through school

This isn't cool

So my teacher's

A great fool

End of the work

Sarah's a jerk

Drive on home

Like a clerk

Get in to my bed

Lay down my head

And think of all

The things I said

T'was a brand new day,

The same old play

So depressing

So I pray

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Shadows Dance

 

Silent room, dark as night

Where I can watch the shadow's dance

In the candle's twirling light

I find pure creation

Strike the match and light the wick

Send the shadows jumping through

With a final guttered flick

The madness has begun

First comes Gola, spinning brightly

Twisting, turning into air

Visage of a god, quite sightly

Leader of the shadows

Second's Thoma, darkened sadness

Shade of sorrow and of fear

Landing hard among the madness

Flicker, flicker madly

Third is Luna, lady of night

Dancing like a harem girl

Leaping, jumping into flight

Daughter of the moon

Laughing Anya, friend of darkness

Born of shadows, melting light

Bow and leap across the armrest

Won't she stay awhile

Lastly I come, lord of sorrows

Seeking truth and finding none

Images of death I borrow

For my joy of song

We five dancers, flitting madly

In the room below the hall

I find peace in the dance gladly

I am at home now

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Forever

 

Look through the mirror at the gathering clouds

Demons and angels all spinnin' around

Stuck in the cyclone, forever I scream

Hurts like torture, feels like a dream

Chorus:

Forever and ever and ever again

A hell of my making, a cage built of sin

Call the police, notify my next of kin

The promise of the knife is sucking me in

 

Holding on to life with a desperate grasp

The voices in my mind torture and rasp

The walls hold me in, hold me up, hold me down

I sit on a throne with a thorny crown

 

Chorus

 

Forever(Echo X4)

Never(Echo X4)

(Very quietly)

Sever the wrist, blood on the floor

Tears in their eyes, police at the door

I slump and fall down, the puddle expands

Fading and falling down to grasping hands

 

(Loud)

 

FOREVER AND EVER!!!

FOREVER AND NEVER!!!

FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!

FOREVER!!!

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Cannot

 

You smile and laugh, live in your lies...

Your lovers love has long since died...

I can't stand the pain of my life...

This facade sickens my mind...

 

All you see is white in the black

All you see is gain in the lack

All you see is hope in the fall

Can't Can't Can't go on now!

I can see the Truth in the lie

I can see the death in my life

I can see the betrayal in his eyes

Won't Won't Won't Live this way!

 

A blanket of lies smothering me...

I can never be what I want to be...

This illusion is pulling me in,

I cannot avoid my sins!

 

I can see the pain in my life

I can see the hope in the knife

I can see the dark sun at night

Can't can't can't keep on now!

You can't see the betrayal in trust

You just see the love in the lust

You won't see the truth in the lie

Can't can't can't keep it going now!

 

BRIDGE

 

You cry alone, weep and wail...

The truth came alive, your trust fails...

I hold you close, show you the lies...

The madness opened up your eyes!

 

Now you see the hate in the love

Now you see the raven in the dove

Now you see the Night in the day

Lies, lies, lies all around you!

Now you see the mocking in his eyes

Now you see the lord of the flies

Now you see the end of the line

Keep, keep, keep on going now!

Got to keep going now!

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

King of the World

 

Holding fast,

Slowing down,

The ride has ended

Go on home

There's nothing

Here to see

Just the broken hearts

And the memories

 

She played him up,

She knocked him down,

Her smile's plastic,

Laugh an empty sound

He didn't see

The coming end

When she pushed him off

The letters she will send

 

He was king of the world for a day

Felt big and grand, what could we say

Now that she's gone he fades away

The lonely ending, hope's last ray

 

The second one,

Not much better

He perks a little,

Maybe he'll let her

In his life

In his soul

Maybe not,

Who could know

She's sleeping with

His older brother

Promise broken,

Try another

 

He was king of the world for a day

Felt big and grand, what could we say

Now she's gone, gone with Ray

A cliche ending to another May.

 

Here she comes

Down the hall

Name is Susan

Rather tall

Fairly shy

Nice to talk to

He sat with her

Stopped feeling blue

Took her out

To the movies

Then to the drink bar

For a smoothie

They were wed

Five years later

A happy ending

A lonely guy

 

He's king of the world now everyday

So big and grand what can we say

Her love is real in such a way

He'd never felt till that day

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Dark Girl

 

You...

You enter into my life on a string

The spider on the web of feelings

Why must I feel this way,

The knife will remedy my pain...

 

You...

You opened yourself to me heart and soul

We are the same, my instincts say no

Though I try and fight

The onrushing night

I know that I can't right

The wrongs within my life

So why do I try

All because of you

Because of you

Because of you

Because of you

 

You came into my life,

Switched me all around

My emptiness you filled

All my secrets you found

And while you stay...

I cannot fade away...

I will stay...

Until the end of days...

 

Is this love, I hope not

or is it something I caught

But I'm tearing in two

What to do about you?

Should I run?

Should I stay?

Pray for night?

Hope for day?

End this all

Stay and play?

Kill myself?

Or say nay?

 

I'm so happy

So damn happy

When I'm with you

So damn happy...

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Snowflake

 

Shaped from the tear

Of a perfect angel

Frozed in the frost

Of the winter's heart

Perfect and sublime,

Unique in all your features

I love you cause you're different

they think you are the same.

 

He was tall and bright and handsome

The image of perfection

He swept you off your feet

And carried you away

I just stood here waiting

Waiting, because I knew

He would soon come back

To throw you away

 

Now you're feeling used (pronounced you-zed)

Helpless and abandoned

I reach out of the shadows

And point you on your way

A guide to the fallen

A hope to the downtrodden

I accept nothing, back to

The shadows whence I came

 

I watch from under their bridge

spun of light and gold

the light does not shine down

upon the ditch below

So when you fall down there

Just don't cry I am with you

Dark as deepest night

Pale as winter day

 

Here it all is...tell me what you think.

Falcon walked on down the hall, his mind pre-occupied with his long-lost love, Andrea. Desperate to get away from the girl firmly attached to his arm, he suddenly tripped on the completely smooth wood floor and fell flat on his face, trying to buy time. Jessica, hands on hips, spun around.

 

"What ARE you doing?"

 

"Mfgg mfh mfh ffll!"

 

"What?"

 

He raised himself to a sitting position. "I tripped and fell!"

 

~MEANWHILE~

 

Andrea bounded in through his open door, looking around with eagle eyes.

 

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Thank you Peredhil, I'll do that tomorrow, when I have a PC capable of cut and paste.

 

Until then, please don't delete them, as they were rather hard to get all together...

 

If anyone can archive them in the library for me, I would greatly appreciate it...but it's not really needed. Cioden Darkeye

 

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Falcon bowed. "I quail before your beauty." He wasn't joking.

 

Jessica giggled. "You're so silly...come on, we must be going. The party is on the first, and that gives us only a week until the preperations must be complete."

 

Walking out of the door with the crimson-clothed girl on his arm, he started off toward the banquet hall.

 

~~~MEANWHILE~~~

 

Cioden was hurriedly getting together a dress ensemble for the dance that would be going on soon in the banquet hall. After spending an hour realizing he only wore black anyway, he donned his best slacks and shirt, then started to walk out the door. Mere inches from freedom, the door was flung open, and a blood-haired demoness stormed in.

 

"WHERE IS HE?" She screamed, pointing an accusitory finger at the now-shaking Cioden.

 

Andrea had arrived, and it wasn't a pretty scene. Andrea Cabot stood exactly as tall as Jessica, with eyes that were a pale green that stood out against her pale-ish skin. Her hair was cut close and dyed red, making it look rather creepy in the dim candle-light of Cioden's abode. Endowed just about as much as Jessica, she was wearing a black dress that looked really good on her, except for the fact that she was screaming her head off.

 

"Tell me where he is or I'll cut your-"

 

"J-Jessica got here and went to go see him...he's in his room...he didn't think you knew how to get here...he's been waiting for you!"

 

Andrea's verdant eyes narrowed.

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Okay, I do have a good reason for the recent poetic explosion...it's all the poems I wrote on the UBB that I never posted here.

 

I realize that none of you are going to want to read it all, but if you could even read one or two and tell me what you think, I would be forever grateful, kiss your feet, worship the ground you walk on...etc, etc.

 

AND if for some strange reason you actually DO read them all, PLEASE tell me what you think...

 

Thanks.

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Deep in the mountains of terra, beyond the reaches of the warring mages, sits a large keep that looks suitiably poetic during lightning storms(which occur quite often). It is on a penninsula that juts out into the ocean, and the west garden pokes out over the ocean. In here poets are made, bards relax, and literary pursuits are life.

 

This is the Mighty Pen Keep.

 

Deep inside the bowels of the Keep, something strange is transpiring...

 

"OW!"

 

In Falcon's room, to be exact.

 

"Stop tickling me, damnit!"

 

The scene was not quite idyllic. An attractively endowed young woman in a red dress had the young mage by his hair, and he was squirming around, trying to tickle her. Finally, after a good round of hair-pulling and tickling and screams, he was forced to the ground with the woman straddling his back, pressing his head to the rocky floor.

 

"Kiss it!" The woman screamed, yanking his hair harder.

 

"NEVE- OWWWWW!!!! OKAY, OKAY!" Falcon cried, pressing his lips to the floor. Triumphantly, the woman arose. Leaning over him (incendentally exposing quite a large view of that aforementioned endowment), she laughed. "I win!"

 

Scrambling to his feet, Falcon was about to start the tickling again when she suddenly grabbed his hair again. Instead of pulling him to the floor, however, she pulled him into a very inapropriate kiss that involved both parties using their tongues to their best advantage, and incidentally included a tiny bit of hands.

 

When he broke for air, she smiled crookedly and ruffled his black hair.

 

"What do you say, Falcon?"

 

"Thank you, Mistress Jessica."

 

She smiled again. "Good. Keep it up and you might go somewhere farther." Sticking her tongue out at him, she turned on a heel, spinning. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

 

Of course Falcon thought her to be one of the most beautiful creatures on the world(Andrea wins, guys). She had tricolored hair that kind of swept out at the tips, which were right below her neck. Her greenish blue eyes were the color of seafoam on a rainy day. She stood about 5' 8", considerably shorter than Falcon, but still not super short.

 

"So, what do you think?"

 

OOC: Okay, if anyone here can guess a special event (Not halloween) that's going to happen within the next three weeks...this is the prep.

Cioden Darkeye

 

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Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses

Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II

Council - The Hunters - Blitz II

Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta

Edited by: Falcon2001 at: 10/22/01 9:49:32 pm

Elf-puppy?

Cute!

 

I give this one my personal stamp of approval...and my sponsorship, if need be.

*Looks in pocket and hands Wyv a dollar, then gives him a quarter too*

There, I sponsored him.

CiodenDarkeye

Page of The Mighty Pen

(Conversion confusion, this is the second post in this thread)

 

 

 

Hello, Chamelea.

 

If you are trying to join, it may take Wyvern (the guy/dragon in charge of initiates) may take a while...but don't start bugging him.

 

I AM THE MOST IMPATIENT ONE, NOT YOU!

 

Personally though Wyv, I give her my stamp of approval.

CiodenDarkeye

 

Page of The Mighty Pen

Silence

Holds me down inside

like a suffocating blanket

designed to confine me inside the folds

So

I sit in class with eyes of death

Watching the other kids, and wondering

what they would look like in a coffin

Eyes closed

Hands folded

Or maybe what my entire class would look like

In a mass grave

would they be packed in like sardines?

 

or jammed in like so much strawberry jelly?

So

I sit, holding it in and I

Wait

Until I get home and lay loving hands

on my guitar, stroking the countours and

drawing my fingers across scratches dear to me

and I continue waiting...waiting...waiting

for the amp to warm up

for my life to reassert itself

for the truth to come marching in the door, arms wide open and scream "HERE I AM"

for my self-loathing to go away

and when the amp is warmed up...

that's when I stop waiting and

Break

 

Slam the strings with a plastic pick

drawing discord into melody

and releasing tension in a wonderful flow

like exhaling poison gas

like stepping out of a noisy factory

like getting a backrub after a long day of working so you can afford your only christmas present

And as I stand there, my hand flying across the frets of the guitar

I sing along to songs I know

and songs I wrote myself

and songs by people I never knew

 

And that's how my life works...

I

Wait

Then

Break

 

CiodenDarkeye

Page of The Mighty Pen

Yay...this was a REALLY depressive day...I was completely dead to the world until 5th period, and then lapsed back into it until I went to Hot Topic with my neighbor...she needed a halloween costume.

 

I'm always wearing mine, of course...but here's the poem.

 

I hate

but not an angry hate

pulsing with life or sorrow or rage

but a dead

cold

hate, hatred lingering like a tumor

deep inside where you can't reach it

 

I hate

with an empty hate

for the one who stole

what I never had

what I never tried to grasp

and so it's his birthday

with candles and

kisses

while I remember and dread mine

sitting at home

alone

with a half-melted candle and a cake

I made myself

and it drooped in the middle

and tasted like ashes in my mouth

the same mouth

that I spout lies from

in my search for truth

 

I hate

with a baseless, unconscious

hate

that needs no reason for I know that it's not him that I hate

he is not at fault

and she is perfect

and I am flawed again

like a crystal

darkened

with a single fracture

almost

splitting it in two

(almost there, but not yet)

so it falls and shatters on the concrete floor

of life

 

I wonder

if he knows that I despise him

and fantasize about taking a small sharp

knife

and slicing off all his skin and

watching all the muscles ripple as he

tries to escape

 

I hate

but it's a deep hate

that doesn't get out much

and gnaws away where I can't reach it

 

I hate

(Why?)

I...hate him...I think...

(Why?)

He stole her!

(Did he?)

Well...

(Or did you miss your chance, coward?)

Yes...I hate...

(Yourself?)

Myself

 

CiodenDarkeye

Page of The Mighty Pen

Spin twist

Kick the wall

Raging raging

All night long

Spin twist

Smash the floor

Fury Fury

Slam the door

You walk around wearing red like a clown

When the truth comes you're nowhere to be found

You insult me boy, cover me with lies

You can't run from me punk, no place to hide

 

Twist Jump

Smash your face

I'm going to leave this

A bloody place

Kick throw

Break some bones

It's just you and me man

All alone

 

You think you're hot stuff, strutting round town

I'm going to ****ing knock you down

Slam my foot right into your empty head

If I keep it up yeah, you'll soon be dead

 

Slam rage

Shatter glass

I'm going to knock you

on your ass

Twist slam

What're you to do?

Running away seems

about right to you

 

Keep away from the psycho man

Or I'll destroy your little plan

Jump up high, I'll smack you down

Where you belong, in the ground

 

Howl, yell

Break some @#%$

Growl, snarl

Just for a little bit

Crush, grind

Destroy your face

Smash, crunch

Like I used a @#%$ mace

 

Six feet under the @#%$ dirt

I'm going to make you @#%$ hurt

Just like you have made her feel

I'm going to give you the whole meal deal

 

 

 

Okay...this was a very violent, kind of out of character for me, poem...but I was pissed and had to get it out some way...so sue me.

 

REMEMBER: REPLY or the Reply raven gets sent after you for a day! Even if you think this poem was horrible and doesn't even deserve to be used as toliet paper, tell me.

 

 

Edited Thursday, May 2, 2002.

 

Fixed some spelling mistakes and a forced rhyme and added a few stanzas ('Keep away from the psycho man' onward are all new)

 

CiodenDarkeye

 

Page of The Mighty Pen

Edited by: Falcon2001 at: 5/2/02 9:57:02 pm

In a corner of the bar, kitty-corner to where Yui was sitting was a shadow cast by an ornamental shrub. The shadow twitched left and right, then stopped suddenly. Out of the shadow stepped a man dressed all in black, a voluminous robe covering his entire body. When the cowl of the robe was pushed back, the torchlight glittered off two black eyes set in the holes of a silk mask that covered the face of the mage completely. Pushing his ear-length black hair back from his eyes a little, the man walked forward and bowed slightly to Foe Calibur.

 

"Greetings, friend. And let me welcome you to the Cabaret Room inside the Mighty Pen Keep. If you would be so kind as to walk over to the Assembly Hall and enter the thread entitled 'The Many Rooms of the Mighty Pen Keep' and describe for us what your living acccomodations are like, it will be automatically added to the Pen Keep, and you shall have a place to stay for the rest of your days here in the castle." Bowing slightly again, the nameless mage started to turn.

 

"Wait," asked Foe Calibur. "I never heard your name."

The mage stopped, then turned around, his black depthless eyes gleaming slightly.

"The name is Cioden Darkeye, master of the shadows."

 

CiodenDarkeye

Initiate of The Pen

Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

My feet pound the ground

Like the running of elk

As I stream down the gravel driveway

Filled with memories I suddenly

Don't want anymore

The driving rain blinds me, but

I run on heedless, always putting one foot

Ahead

of

the

other

Left

Right

Left

Right

Until the pattern is I

And I am the pattern

And my legs pump, each vein flowing with pure acid

And with each step I die

But I can never

Ever

Ever

Get far enough away from the house

I am running from

And the girl inside

Who's secrets I can't untie

And who's demenor and beauty

*only to I, only to I*

Attract my obsession, which I

Stuff

away

into the dark corner of my mind

where it's nice and quiet and she

isn't haunting me

And with each step

I feel her soft skin beneath my strong hands

as I rub the knots of her back away,

leaving her tired and relaxed

*When someone rubs my back, it tenses to the breaking point*

and leaves me empty and sore

but happy, to help her

instead of I

And I run and run and run and run

but I can't get away

and my shirt is soaked with rain

tears from heaven

tears from a god who doesn't care

but decides to let it rain

or maybe he was urinating on me

to show me

how much of a fool I am

but maybe not

and now I stop

collapse

fall

to the ground

and I wonder why I ran

like the hamster in the wheel

that can't get anywhere

and I cry alone

on the gravel streetside

pouring out my tears into the falling rains

and in that moment

a part of me died

and I wiped the tears away

and I went back to my house, walking

serenely

sure of my sanity once more

and I looked upon the house

but felt nothing

for that died

on the street

 

PLEASE tell me what you think of it...

CiodenDarkeye

Initiate of The Pen

Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience

I'm scared. Truly freaked out, Wyv. Change him back before I run screaming into the woods.

 

CiodenDarkeye

Initiate of The Pen

Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience

Well...there is something to be said about the climax of one's life. I figure that once I have everything I want in life, shoot me, everything's downhill from there.

 

CiodenDarkeye

Initiate of The Pen

Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience