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Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:10 PM

**Song Removed - Out of date**

Edited, and placed at the top of the thread.

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:21 PM

Considerably Consistent Moment
------------------------------------------------------------

Butterfly kisses . . .
. . .
On lips like rose petals.

To satisfy,
Hungry green eyes.

Fill the void with one,
Considerably,
Consistent moment.

Just for the moment . . .
. . .

Hold me closer to you . . .

***
There’s no light,
In my world.

No sign to guide my longing soul.
***

Wait awhile,
While I enjoy,
Your presence mixed with mine.

Your loving arms surrounding me,
On the outskirts of time . . .

Where the pain can’t find me.
. . .
Where the air's still clean;
Where I can . . .

Lose myself inside you . . .

. . .

And your haunting green eyes.

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:27 PM

Obvious
------------------------------------------------------------

I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight.

As I lie here,
On the floor,
In this lucid state,
Of apathy.
. . .

Existence, isn’t what it seems to be.

The world subsists,
In shifting shades,
Of color.

It breathes.

But it’s all fragmentary;
. . .
Imaginary.

It doesn’t seem to hold,
A solid place.
. . .
It’s only,
. . .
Empty space.
. . .

And I cannot fill it.

***
Parallel,
Pastel reflections.
Dancing on the insides,
Of my, eyelids.

(This is so fulfilling.)

Circling,
The obvious again.
. . .

Ministering,
To my obsession.
. . .

This is my obsession.
***

I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight,
As I lie here on the brink of death:

This is not imaginary.
. . .
This is something real.
. . .
This is the only way,
. . .
That I can get away . . .

Trust me.

I think it’s time to give my mind some rest.
. . .
I think it’s time to shed this mask;
. . .
This bag of flesh.

Trust me.

This is the only way to cleanse me.
. . .
This is the only way, that I can be,
. . .
Me.

(Trust me.)

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:30 PM

Ok. Done for today . . . Please read and respond . . . Any feedback is more then welcome . . .

Shivercide · 06-19-2004, 03:44 PM

Discouraging - very cool, very chilling imagery

Violation - I already told you this, but I love it. I can really relate...from the other point of view. And, again, now I know more well about what it's like from the loved one's perspective...

And I loved the flow in Obvious. It really was well-suited...

axeslinger0u812 · 06-19-2004, 08:28 PM

Considerably consistent moment...was beautiful. After reading the others, I wasn't expecting anything like it.

Quote:

Lose myself inside you . . .
. . .

And your haunting green eyes.

This line really reminded me of my girl Kristin, and anything that reminds me of her is o.k. by me!

You pour your emotions so fully into the things you write, which really pulls the reader in, and makes us feel the same. That is a gift that takes some ages to learn, and others are born with. I think you are the latter.

Nameless · 07-11-2004, 06:06 PM

Depravity & Discord
------------------------------------------------------------

Life-blood, of a system, that crushes its components;
Moving hand to hand, through the freedom land.

Where freedom, is nothing but a myth;
Spoken ear to ear, through our bleeding lips.

Leaving vile stains on our fingertips . . .

Watching TV shows, wishing we were rich.

While the rich men, squander all their riches on whores;
Secreting piles of semen from their open pores.

Pissing out, razors of blood, that burn like fire;
Placing worthless leaders on the high wire . . .

To command, and plan, and build on, all the land...

Why put the homeless in homes?
. . .

When we can build a nation on their bones . . .

***
This isn’t something new.
***

Welcome to the new age;
Forget the last page.

No-one likes a sucker;
Have some supper.

And forget what the bad men told ya;

Just smoke what the good man rolls ya . . .

And close your eyes;
Act like you’re surprised,
. . .
When they put another product on the shelves.

Freedom of speech?
Freedom and rights?

Freedom,
To swallow all the fuckin’ lies!

From the men you picked,
From the pick of picks!

While you sat at home,
Stroked your fuckin' dicks!

On the “World Wide Web,” all alone . . .

Another slave.

Feed from the hand of the freedom land.

As if it comforts you;
As if it pays your bills.

Well it made them up!

And it fuckin’ kills.

Uncle Sam,
Is just another symbol!

Lady liberty;
Just another bimbo!

Who sits so high and haughty on her wall.

And like Babylon . . .

We’ll all be there to mourn her when she falls.
. . .
. . .
. . .

And it makes me sick.

Nameless · 07-11-2004, 06:08 PM

Fragile Mind - Fragile Existence
------------------------------------------------------------

Tracery of veins,
Beneath my skin.

Blackened and,
Withered and,
Rotting from within . . .

A cursory glance.
A silhouetted dance.
Reaching,
And breaching the starlight.

Feeding.

On what food cannot afford . . .

A fragile mind.

A fragile . . .

Existence.

Nameless · 07-11-2004, 06:12 PM

Whole
------------------------------------------------------------

Step aside . . .

Take your time . . .

Float away, on wings, to heights . . .

And search the skyline.

Breathe the multi-textured atmosphere.

Taste the condensation;
Nervously,
From lips that bloom,
In season; born,
In fields of roses.

Searching endless skies,
That hide,
In endless emerald eyes.

To feel alive . . .

. . .

To feel whole again.

Nameless · 07-11-2004, 06:17 PM

Succubus
------------------------------------------------------------

Standing in a circle of stones.

Surrounded by the echoes of,
A million voices,
All together.

Begging for release . . .

Or maybe just for peace and quiet.

The wind and the sand, stings and bites as it flies;
Timelessly.
Mindless of my need.

Burning,
And blistering my back.

But I’m not struggling . . .

Maybe I can finally get some sleep.

***
But when I sleep,
I dream,
Of unapproving ancient eyes.

Consuming all I see.
. . .
What is left of me.
. . .

And all that I believed.
***

Pacing through my circle of stones.

Over,
Fragmented memories . . .

And broken bones.

Surrounded by the echoes of,
A million voices,
All together.

And somehow . . .
Sounding strangely like my own.

Their screams filled with pain seem, so livid.
Their fear and their hate;
So alarmingly vivid . . .

Screaming up at ancient eyes;
Begging for release . . .

Or maybe just some peace and quiet.

06-19-2004, 02:10 PM	#11 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Song Song Removed - Out of date Edited, and placed at the top of the thread. Last edited by Nameless : 01-12-2006 at 07:06 AM.

06-19-2004, 02:21 PM	#12 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Poem Considerably Consistent Moment ------------------------------------------------------------ Butterfly kisses . . . . . . On lips like rose petals. To satisfy, Hungry green eyes. Fill the void with one, Considerably, Consistent moment. Just for the moment . . . . . . Hold me closer to you . . . * There’s no light, In my world. No sign to guide my longing soul. * Wait awhile, While I enjoy, Your presence mixed with mine. Your loving arms surrounding me, On the outskirts of time . . . Where the pain can’t find me. . . . Where the air's still clean; Where I can . . . Lose myself inside you . . . . . . And your haunting green eyes. Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 07:47 PM.

06-19-2004, 02:27 PM	#13 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Poem Obvious ------------------------------------------------------------ I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight. As I lie here, On the floor, In this lucid state, Of apathy. . . . Existence, isn’t what it seems to be. The world subsists, In shifting shades, Of color. It breathes. But it’s all fragmentary; . . . Imaginary. It doesn’t seem to hold, A solid place. . . . It’s only, . . . Empty space. . . . And I cannot fill it. * Parallel, Pastel reflections. Dancing on the insides, Of my, eyelids. (This is so fulfilling.) Circling, The obvious again. . . . Ministering, To my obsession. . . . This is my obsession. * I’ve witnessed something beautiful tonight, As I lie here on the brink of death: This is not imaginary. . . . This is something real. . . . This is the only way, . . . That I can get away . . . Trust me. I think it’s time to give my mind some rest. . . . I think it’s time to shed this mask; . . . This bag of flesh. Trust me. This is the only way to cleanse me. . . . This is the only way, that I can be, . . . Me. (Trust me.) Last edited by Nameless : 08-04-2004 at 06:34 PM.

06-19-2004, 02:30 PM	#14 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Read Me Ok. Done for today . . . Please read and respond . . . Any feedback is more then welcome . . .

07-11-2004, 06:06 PM	#17 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Song Depravity & Discord ------------------------------------------------------------ Life-blood, of a system, that crushes its components; Moving hand to hand, through the freedom land. Where freedom, is nothing but a myth; Spoken ear to ear, through our bleeding lips. Leaving vile stains on our fingertips . . . Watching TV shows, wishing we were rich. While the rich men, squander all their riches on whores; Secreting piles of semen from their open pores. Pissing out, razors of blood, that burn like fire; Placing worthless leaders on the high wire . . . To command, and plan, and build on, all the land... Why put the homeless in homes? . . . When we can build a nation on their bones . . . * This isn’t something new. * Welcome to the new age; Forget the last page. No-one likes a sucker; Have some supper. And forget what the bad men told ya; Just smoke what the good man rolls ya . . . And close your eyes; Act like you’re surprised, . . . When they put another product on the shelves. Freedom of speech? Freedom and rights? Freedom, To swallow all the fuckin’ lies! From the men you picked, From the pick of picks! While you sat at home, Stroked your fuckin' dicks! On the “World Wide Web,” all alone . . . *Another slave.* Feed from the hand of the freedom land. As if it comforts you; As if it pays your bills. Well it made them up! And it fuckin’ kills. Uncle Sam, Is just another symbol! Lady liberty; Just another bimbo! Who sits so high and haughty on her wall. And like Babylon . . . We’ll all be there to mourn her when she falls. . . . . . . . . . And it makes me sick. Last edited by Nameless : 08-04-2004 at 06:37 PM.

07-11-2004, 06:08 PM	#18 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Poem Fragile Mind - Fragile Existence ------------------------------------------------------------ Tracery of veins, Beneath my skin. Blackened and, Withered and, Rotting from within . . . A cursory glance. A silhouetted dance. Reaching, And breaching the starlight. Feeding. On what food cannot afford . . . A fragile mind. A fragile . . . Existence. Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 07:16 PM.

07-11-2004, 06:12 PM	#19 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Poem Whole ------------------------------------------------------------ Step aside . . . Take your time . . . Float away, on wings, to heights . . . And search the skyline. Breathe the multi-textured atmosphere. Taste the condensation; Nervously, From lips that bloom, In season; born, In fields of roses. Searching endless skies, That hide, In endless emerald eyes. To feel alive . . . . . . To feel whole again. Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 07:14 PM.

07-11-2004, 06:17 PM	#20 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 215 Points: 3,959.88 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 3,959.88 Donate	Poem Succubus ------------------------------------------------------------ Standing in a circle of stones. Surrounded by the echoes of, A million voices, All together. Begging for release . . . Or maybe just for peace and quiet. The wind and the sand, stings and bites as it flies; Timelessly. Mindless of my need. Burning, And blistering my back. But I’m not struggling . . . Maybe I can finally get some sleep. * But when I sleep, I dream, Of unapproving ancient eyes. Consuming all I see. . . . What is left of me. . . . And all that I believed. * Pacing through my circle of stones. Over, Fragmented memories . . . And broken bones. Surrounded by the echoes of, A million voices, All together. And somehow . . . Sounding strangely like my own. Their screams filled with pain seem, so livid. Their fear and their hate; So alarmingly vivid . . . Screaming up at ancient eyes; Begging for release . . . Or maybe just some peace and quiet. Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 07:11 PM.

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