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Nameless · 09-10-2006, 01:06 PM

Thanks for your comments you guys, and thanks for checking out the website.

Return to Chaos: Thanks for siging my Guest Book. It's been pretty empty so that was really cool of you.

Violette: Take your time if you want to sign it too. You signed the one on my old website, and then I ripped the whole goddamn site apart.

I promise that this one isn't going anywhere, any time soon.

And thanks for the comment on one of my poems at the starlite cafe too!

I hope you guys are haveing a great weekend!

Nameless · 09-13-2006, 06:05 PM

Darkness and Silence:

As the song that was playing,
On the day I fell in love with you,
Begins, to play.

And as the emotion I felt,
Washes over me again,
I stop, to pray.

And as I’m asking forgiveness,
I’m known not to get.
And dropping my head.
And beginning to sweat.

I’m beginning to understand what this tune meant all along.

It opened and closed the last page of my life.
Left me panicked and stricken, with self-loathing and strife.
I close my eyes . . .

And dream of the day when you promised me.
That what had to be, was sure to be,
Would be.
And through it all, you’d be with me.

Again, I pray that God forgives me . . .

I drop my head,
And place the cylinder to my head.

I wish again,
I wish it didn’t have to end . . .

Like this,
Why must it end, like this?

The song has ended.

The room lights up abruptly,
To be followed . . .

By darkness and silence.

Violette · 09-13-2006, 10:35 PM

This one is kinda sad. It starts off optimistic and pleasant, but then it takes a deep, introspective dive and really tugs at the heartstrings. Or it did for me, anyways. I thought this stanza was really good:
It opened and closed the last page of my life.
Left me panicked and stricken, with self-loathing and strife.
I close my eyes . . .

I really don't know what else to say about the poem, other than the turn from the supposed happiness at the beginning to the sadness and despair at the end surprised me. I didn't really think that's where the poem was heading, even with the title you'd given it...

I look forward to seeing you more often at Starlite, btw.

Svetlana-S.V.D. · 09-15-2006, 08:32 AM

I was never posting to your thread before... but I always come back to read it... but I can't read everything... and I can't find proper words to say what I think about what I've read! But I'll try!!!

I love your writnings very much from the very first post I read... and I'm tired to note the names of the poems I like! (I remember that the first I had noted was Depravity & Discord

it had blown me away)!

SO thank you for your poetry... it's awesome!

Return To Chaos · 09-16-2006, 01:30 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nameless

Darkness and Silence:

As the song that was playing,
On the day I fell in love with you,
Begins, to play.

And as the emotion I felt,
Washes over me again,
I stop, to pray.

And as I’m asking forgiveness,
I’m known not to get.
And dropping my head.
And beginning to sweat.

I’m beginning to understand what this tune meant all along.

It opened and closed the last page of my life.
Left me panicked and stricken, with self-loathing and strife.
I close my eyes . . .

And dream of the day when you promised me.
That what had to be, was sure to be,
Would be.
And through it all, you’d be with me.

Again, I pray that God forgives me . . .

I drop my head,
And place the cylinder to my head.

I wish again,
I wish it didn’t have to end . . .

Like this,
Why must it end, like this?

The song has ended.

The room lights up abruptly,
To be followed . . .

By darkness and silence.

Wow, this one is great too! I had the exact same feelings as Violette. Actually, I can't really make this a good post because I'd just be repeating everything that she said. But, I really like this stanza:

And dream of the day when you promised me.
That what had to be, was sure to be,
Would be.
And through it all, you’d be with me.

Nameless · 11-28-2007, 02:19 AM

Well, it's been quite some time since I was locked out of this place because I was too cheap to pay for it.

I would normally reply to comments before I would continue, but I don't know if anyone is left here, so let's go ahead and move.

It's been a long time and a more pleasant book is on the way.

Here is the introduction.

Solitude and Silence: Pre-Dawn
Silence is prevalent this morning. My little island is wrapped in peaceful slumber, and this pleases me. The only noticeable sound is the quiet and gentle ocean breeze soughing softly through the trees. At this lovely stage of pre-dawn, contentment is not fiction but very much real.

It's been a long time since I could honestly say that my worries seem small and meaningless. The trials and tribulations of life have no meaning for the moment; only the steady sound of my breathing, and the effortless chain of thought that is bringing this new memory into being.

This pleases me as well...

It's strange to think back, and remember my turbulent and violent adolescence without wondering how that hateful and introverted boy became the man that I am today; strange to think that something so painful could bear such an exceptionally opposite point of view.
Something is happening to me, and for once I am not only unwilling to fight it, I am delighted and intrigued to discover that it as well pleases me very much. I have finished my record of those long and seemingly endless years. I have finished it to discover that my story is not yet complete, but only beginning.

I have never experienced love in the way that I am experiencing it now. I have no focal point for these emotions; no physical, tangible source, that can be given credit for this change in my reasoning. I have no particular catalyst that could possibly explain this sudden and unexpected difference in thinking. There is no "Special Someone." There is nothing different about my lifestyle, my family, or my friends. The difference is me...

But what has changed?

Perhaps with dawn my answer will arrive. And yet, perhaps an answer would only strip me of my newfound optimism and leave me cold and weak; left again to deal with all of the things that have no business troubling me.

I have come to believe that I will never be a rich man; such a thing holds no interest for me. Similarly, I find it harder and harder to see myself leading the same sort of life that the majority of the people I see have chosen for themselves. My appeal for objects that I cannot possibly keep forever has decreased as well. I have no need for expensive possessions; I have no need for an abundance of possessions either. My belly is full, and when it rains I have shelter. The clothes on my back, and in my drawer, have a little life left in them. And my friends and family are still here.

Was it without purpose that I endured the mental and physical torture that almost killed me? I should think not. Without that pain; that chaotic stage of my life; I would have never grown to appreciate the things that need to be appreciated.

I have come to terms with my own existence. I no longer question its reasoning, instead I strive to give it one of my own. I patiently wait for my term on this level to be complete, and impatiently I wait to see what lies beyond. Is it another world? Perhaps it is another dimension. One where all the laws and principles that hold this one together are unimaginable.

There’s no point in wondering, when an answer can never be reached, but I wonder regardless...

I won't pretend that there is nothing material that I want, or that I will buy for myself. I won't lie to you, or to myself and make a statement as transparent and ridiculous as that. But I have come to find that it is more fulfilling to want than to have. To have something, you must ruin the dream of acquiring it, only to find that there is something else that you want. And what you acquire will surly pass away in time. But to admire it from a distance is to truly have it forever.

For now, I want only to laugh and cry; to live and die...

And be remembered...

And this, above all else, pleases me very much.

Nameless · 11-30-2007, 10:33 AM

Demon Box:

Artificially preoccupied you seem,
Not that it's any concern to me.
Weighted with demons, you'll never be free,
Your life is an incomprehensible dream.

Something polluted, vile and obscene,
Faced with reality; quickly you flee,
To hide in your refuge, in every city,
Beneath television's tuned phosphorescent gleam.

Laugh while the images, cry out and scream.
Weep with confessions of love endlessly.
Watch all you want to, but don't disagree;
Your life's just another unattainable dream.

Artificially, preoccupied you seem,
Not that it's any concern to me.

Microscopic milliseconds pass you by;
Flickering static;
The passage of time.

Stereotypical:

Hypothetical scapegoat,
Theoretical shades of grey.
Generously wasteful,
Upset if you're living any other way.

Stereotypical asshole,
You're a walking cliche.
Content to live for a living,
You're everywhere, every day.

You're a fucking billboard.
Consumerism should be a crime.
You want to be a commercial?
Hey buddy, it's your dime.

LucidZealot · 11-30-2007, 06:43 PM

I only briefly read some of your entries, and I feel that you are very, very talented. You articulate yourself very well, and I hope that you continue with trying to express things the way you do. Kudos.

Nameless · 12-28-2007, 04:37 PM

Lucid: Thanks for the comment. I'm really glad that you liked what you read so far, and I hope that you will stop in to read again sometime.

---------------------------------------------------

Here's something a little different.

I always used to test things like this here, so I thought that maybe it's time I start again.

Let me know what you think.
____________________________________________

***Loading***

s-u-b-d-I-r-e-c-t-i-v-e
sub-directive

subdirectorysubdirectory...
accessing- Receiving Data...
..glitch..

A silent enemy,
Exists within the populace.
Unobtrusive;
Invisible to the naked eye.

Highly contagious;
A toxic plague-like pathogen.

Recognized at times.
It's there,
But hidden;
Hidden in the back of your mind.

..glitch..

It's not a demon,
Or an ordained religious figure.
But it's a ruthless killer;
And it's been killing for a very long time.

..glitch..

It is a spectacle to see,
But it's not a miracle.
It's -something -called
infection,
And now,
it has infected us all.

..glitch..

Little by little.

..glitch..

Moving outwards,
And from the middle.

..glitch..

It thinks,
But has no conscience,
And it's,
Extremely conscious of us.

..glitch..

It doesn't shout,
But when it whispers,
It seduces us;
Makes us
believe that we are victims.

..glitch..

But we've victimized ourselves,
And it may be, for the very last time.

..glitch..
..glitch..
..glitch..

It's called,
The Collective Sub-Directive.
***error***

It's buried in your subconscious,
Subdirectory.

And it speaks.

..glitch..
Consume and destroy

..glitch..
Destroy yourself

..glitch..
Destroy everything you need

..glitch..
Destroy everything
That you can see

Error:
-Error:Receiving new data

..glitch..
Everything works out,
For those who work hard.

System Failure:
..System Failure..
Shut Down-Restart-

..glitch..
..glitch..
..glitch..

Everything is peaceful.
Everything is as it should be.
Believe in yourself,
And be somebody.

..glitch..
[Consume and destroy]

You're in control,
Of your own destiny.

..glitch..
[Destroy yourself]

Stand in line;
Be like the others.

..glitch..
[Destroy everything]
[Destroy everything that you can see]

And everything will come to you,
When it's the right time.

..glitch..
[Destroy yourself]

..glitch..
Work hard

..glitch..
..glitch..
..glitch..

Error:
Error:-Receiving new data

..glitch..
-System Failure:
..System Failure..
Shut Down-Restore-

myimmortalenemy · 12-29-2007, 01:48 PM

That's a really intriguing piece there Nameless. It's good to see your work up again. I missed reading them.

I too believe that technology destroys the human race slowly, perhaps faster than we are expecting actually. We rely on our electronics so much, that it simplifies the part of us that was meant to excel the capability of artificial intelligent.

Sad, sad world. At least, this is how I interpreted your poem. It's very gloomy and I love the way you inputed the computer commands, it makes your point much more apparent.

This also seems to me like a guy driven to madness by his loneliness and lack of social stability. He seems to find his only friend in the computer, the world that is easy for him to control. But once that friend strikes a computer error, he has nothing left to control, so he goes crazy.

Anyways, lovely work as always my dear, I like how you can commute the darker side of life with something that we all find routine. Hope to see more work soon!

09-10-2006, 01:06 PM	#231 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 216 Points: 4,754.32 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 4,754.32 Donate	Thanks for your comments you guys, and thanks for checking out the website. Return to Chaos: Thanks for siging my Guest Book. It's been pretty empty so that was really cool of you. Violette: Take your time if you want to sign it too. You signed the one on my old website, and then I ripped the whole goddamn site apart. I promise that this one isn't going anywhere, any time soon. And thanks for the comment on one of my poems at the starlite cafe too! I hope you guys are haveing a great weekend! __________________ \| Myspace \| Sententious: Subtly Changing \| \| Licentious Poiesis \| The Eyes of Calistori \| \| Creative Underground \|

09-13-2006, 06:05 PM	#232 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 216 Points: 4,754.32 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 4,754.32 Donate	Darkness and Silence: As the song that was playing, On the day I fell in love with you, Begins, to play. And as the emotion I felt, Washes over me again, I stop, to pray. And as I’m asking forgiveness, I’m known not to get. And dropping my head. And beginning to sweat. I’m beginning to understand what this tune meant all along. It opened and closed the last page of my life. Left me panicked and stricken, with self-loathing and strife. I close my eyes . . . And dream of the day when you promised me. That what had to be, was sure to be, Would be. And through it all, you’d be with me. Again, I pray that God forgives me . . . I drop my head, And place the cylinder to my head. I wish again, I wish it didn’t have to end . . . Like this, Why must it end, like this? The song has ended. The room lights up abruptly, To be followed . . . By darkness and silence. __________________ \| Myspace \| Sententious: Subtly Changing \| \| Licentious Poiesis \| The Eyes of Calistori \| \| Creative Underground \|

09-13-2006, 10:35 PM	#233 (permalink)
Violette Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: Away from EvBoard for a while... I'll be back at some point wink Age: 24 Posts: 800 Points: 1,033.21 Bank: 793.40 Total Points: 1,826.61 Donate	This one is kinda sad. It starts off optimistic and pleasant, but then it takes a deep, introspective dive and really tugs at the heartstrings. Or it did for me, anyways. I thought this stanza was really good: It opened and closed the last page of my life. Left me panicked and stricken, with self-loathing and strife. I close my eyes . . . I really don't know what else to say about the poem, other than the turn from the supposed happiness at the beginning to the sadness and despair at the end surprised me. I didn't really think that's where the poem was heading, even with the title you'd given it... I look forward to seeing you more often at Starlite, btw. __________________ Come join!

09-15-2006, 08:32 AM	#234 (permalink)
Svetlana-S.V.D. Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Ukraine Age: 24 Posts: 147 Points: 2,109.56 Bank: 607.13 Total Points: 2,716.69 Donate	I was never posting to your thread before... but I always come back to read it... but I can't read everything... and I can't find proper words to say what I think about what I've read! But I'll try!!! I love your writnings very much from the very first post I read... and I'm tired to note the names of the poems I like! (I remember that the first I had noted was Depravity & Discord it had blown me away)! SO thank you for your poetry... it's awesome! __________________ My stuff ... My band... My land ...the children of chernobyl... Last edited by Svetlana-S.V.D. : 09-15-2006 at 10:05 AM.

11-28-2007, 02:19 AM	#236 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 216 Points: 4,754.32 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 4,754.32 Donate	1 year 2 months and 12 days later..... Well, it's been quite some time since I was locked out of this place because I was too cheap to pay for it. I would normally reply to comments before I would continue, but I don't know if anyone is left here, so let's go ahead and move. It's been a long time and a more pleasant book is on the way. Here is the introduction. Solitude and Silence: Pre-Dawn Silence is prevalent this morning. My little island is wrapped in peaceful slumber, and this pleases me. The only noticeable sound is the quiet and gentle ocean breeze soughing softly through the trees. At this lovely stage of pre-dawn, contentment is not fiction but very much real. It's been a long time since I could honestly say that my worries seem small and meaningless. The trials and tribulations of life have no meaning for the moment; only the steady sound of my breathing, and the effortless chain of thought that is bringing this new memory into being. This pleases me as well... It's strange to think back, and remember my turbulent and violent adolescence without wondering how that hateful and introverted boy became the man that I am today; strange to think that something so painful could bear such an exceptionally opposite point of view. Something is happening to me, and for once I am not only unwilling to fight it, I am delighted and intrigued to discover that it as well pleases me very much. I have finished my record of those long and seemingly endless years. I have finished it to discover that my story is not yet complete, but only beginning. I have never experienced love in the way that I am experiencing it now. I have no focal point for these emotions; no physical, tangible source, that can be given credit for this change in my reasoning. I have no particular catalyst that could possibly explain this sudden and unexpected difference in thinking. There is no "Special Someone." There is nothing different about my lifestyle, my family, or my friends. The difference is me... But what has changed? Perhaps with dawn my answer will arrive. And yet, perhaps an answer would only strip me of my newfound optimism and leave me cold and weak; left again to deal with all of the things that have no business troubling me. I have come to believe that I will never be a rich man; such a thing holds no interest for me. Similarly, I find it harder and harder to see myself leading the same sort of life that the majority of the people I see have chosen for themselves. My appeal for objects that I cannot possibly keep forever has decreased as well. I have no need for expensive possessions; I have no need for an abundance of possessions either. My belly is full, and when it rains I have shelter. The clothes on my back, and in my drawer, have a little life left in them. And my friends and family are still here. Was it without purpose that I endured the mental and physical torture that almost killed me? I should think not. Without that pain; that chaotic stage of my life; I would have never grown to appreciate the things that need to be appreciated. I have come to terms with my own existence. I no longer question its reasoning, instead I strive to give it one of my own. I patiently wait for my term on this level to be complete, and impatiently I wait to see what lies beyond. Is it another world? Perhaps it is another dimension. One where all the laws and principles that hold this one together are unimaginable. There’s no point in wondering, when an answer can never be reached, but I wonder regardless... I won't pretend that there is nothing material that I want, or that I will buy for myself. I won't lie to you, or to myself and make a statement as transparent and ridiculous as that. But I have come to find that it is more fulfilling to want than to have. To have something, you must ruin the dream of acquiring it, only to find that there is something else that you want. And what you acquire will surly pass away in time. But to admire it from a distance is to truly have it forever. For now, I want only to laugh and cry; to live and die... And be remembered... And this, above all else, pleases me very much. __________________ \| Myspace \| Sententious: Subtly Changing \| \| Licentious Poiesis \| The Eyes of Calistori \| \| Creative Underground \|

11-30-2007, 10:33 AM	#237 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 216 Points: 4,754.32 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 4,754.32 Donate	A few short ones... Demon Box: Artificially preoccupied you seem, Not that it's any concern to me. Weighted with demons, you'll never be free, Your life is an incomprehensible dream. Something polluted, vile and obscene, Faced with reality; quickly you flee, To hide in your refuge, in every city, Beneath television's tuned phosphorescent gleam. Laugh while the images, cry out and scream. Weep with confessions of love endlessly. Watch all you want to, but don't disagree; Your life's just another unattainable dream. Artificially, preoccupied you seem, Not that it's any concern to me. Microscopic milliseconds pass you by; Flickering static; The passage of time. Stereotypical: Hypothetical scapegoat, Theoretical shades of grey. Generously wasteful, Upset if you're living any other way. Stereotypical asshole, You're a walking cliche. Content to live for a living, You're everywhere, every day. You're a fucking billboard. Consumerism should be a crime. You want to be a commercial? Hey buddy, it's your dime. __________________ \| Myspace \| Sententious: Subtly Changing \| \| Licentious Poiesis \| The Eyes of Calistori \| \| Creative Underground \|

11-30-2007, 06:43 PM	#238 (permalink)
LucidZealot n00blet Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Underneath the rotting pizza. Age: 25 Posts: 19 Points: 15,971.67 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 15,971.67 Donate	I only briefly read some of your entries, and I feel that you are very, very talented. You articulate yourself very well, and I hope that you continue with trying to express things the way you do. Kudos.

12-28-2007, 04:37 PM	#239 (permalink)
Nameless Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: ??? Age: 25 Posts: 216 Points: 4,754.32 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 4,754.32 Donate	Lucid: Thanks for the comment. I'm really glad that you liked what you read so far, and I hope that you will stop in to read again sometime. --------------------------------------------------- Here's something a little different. I always used to test things like this here, so I thought that maybe it's time I start again. Let me know what you think. ____________________________________________ ***Loading* s-u-b-d-I-r-e-c-t-i-v-e sub-directive subdirectorysubdirectory... accessing- Receiving Data... ..glitch.. A silent enemy, Exists within the populace. Unobtrusive; Invisible to the naked eye. Highly contagious; A toxic plague-like pathogen. Recognized at times. It's there, But hidden; Hidden in the back of your mind. ..glitch.. It's not a demon, Or an ordained religious figure. But it's a ruthless killer; And it's been killing for a very long time. ..glitch.. It is a spectacle to see, But it's not a miracle. It's -something -called infection, And now, it has infected us all. ..glitch.. Little by little. ..glitch.. Moving outwards, And from the middle. ..glitch.. It thinks, But has no conscience, And it's, Extremely conscious of us. ..glitch.. It doesn't shout, But when it whispers, It seduces us; Makes us believe that we are victims. ..glitch.. But we've victimized ourselves, And it may be, for the very last time. ..glitch.. ..glitch.. ..glitch.. It's called, The Collective Sub-Directive. error It's buried in your subconscious, Subdirectory. And it speaks. ..glitch.. Consume and destroy ..glitch.. Destroy yourself ..glitch.. Destroy everything you need ..glitch.. Destroy everything That you can see Error: -Error:Receiving new data ..glitch.. Everything works out, For those who work hard. System Failure: ..System Failure.. Shut Down-Restart- ..glitch.. ..glitch.. ..glitch.. Everything is peaceful. Everything is as it should be. Believe in yourself, And be somebody. ..glitch.. [Consume and destroy] You're in control, Of your own destiny. ..glitch.. [Destroy yourself] Stand in line; Be like the others. ..glitch.. [Destroy everything] [Destroy everything that you can see] And everything will come to you, When it's the right time. ..glitch.. [Destroy yourself] ..glitch.. Work hard ..glitch.. ..glitch.. ..glitch.. Error: Error:-Receiving new data ..glitch.. -System Failure: ..System Failure.. Shut Down-Restore- __________________ \| Myspace \| Sententious: Subtly Changing \| \| Licentious Poiesis \| The Eyes of Calistori \| \| Creative Underground** \| Last edited by Nameless : 12-31-2007 at 05:33 AM.

12-29-2007, 01:48 PM	#240 (permalink)
myimmortalenemy Sex Muffin Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: There, There Age: 19 Posts: 887 Points: 1,302.53 Bank: 13,504.11 Total Points: 14,806.64 Donate	That's a really intriguing piece there Nameless. It's good to see your work up again. I missed reading them. I too believe that technology destroys the human race slowly, perhaps faster than we are expecting actually. We rely on our electronics so much, that it simplifies the part of us that was meant to excel the capability of artificial intelligent. Sad, sad world. At least, this is how I interpreted your poem. It's very gloomy and I love the way you inputed the computer commands, it makes your point much more apparent. This also seems to me like a guy driven to madness by his loneliness and lack of social stability. He seems to find his only friend in the computer, the world that is easy for him to control. But once that friend strikes a computer error, he has nothing left to control, so he goes crazy. Anyways, lovely work as always my dear, I like how you can commute the darker side of life with something that we all find routine. Hope to see more work soon!

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