Punish Me . . . - EvBoard

Nameless · 06-16-2004, 03:58 AM

Hate myself,
Hate myself,
Loathe myself . . .

Hurt myself,
Sate myself,
. . .

Piss on myself . . .

Punish me.

***

Hear myself,
Hate myself,
. . .

Over nothing . . .

Nothing’s always something,
So . . .
Don’t pity me . . .

Punish me instead.

***

Backlit rooms;
Always alive with shadows . . .
. . .

Bristles on brooms;
Sweep away the broken fragments . . .
. . .

Of broken dreams.

Dried blood, and tortured screams.

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

Discouraging:

I feel alive when I’m as,
Close as this . . .

Standing on the line,
Drawn between:,
The positive and negative.

Swirling in this chaos in,
Continuous circles.
Creating a pattern,
And following it . . .
. . .
Not straying very far from it.

Intoxicating myself, with the reasoning.
It’s so fucking,
Enlightening;
. . .

Discouraging . . .

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

Chemical Nourisment:

I constantly, intoxicate myself.
Chemical nourishment;
To change everything . . .

Bobbing my head, to gentle rhythms . . .
Pulsating, vibrating,
Everything that makes me,
Me.
. . .

Swimming against the current.
Standing in torrential rain.
Saturating, my existence.
Blocking out,
All of my pain . . .
. . .

Struggling to stand again.
. . .

And failing . . .
. . .

Horribly.

SangReal · 06-16-2004, 01:31 PM

Your writing is very musical. It reminds me of somebody, but I can't think who. Oh well, good stuff. Keep it coming.

Nameless · 06-16-2004, 03:51 PM

Fool:
------------------------------------------------------------

The sun falls through the windows,
Caressing your exterior . . .
. . .

Your scars swim to the surface,
Moving on your skin like, insects.

The powers that surround you,
Are all,
Emotionless.

Alluring you;
Their seductive ways,
Keep on,
Pulling you . . .

And moving through you.

***

The rain falls to the earth,
As it does sometimes.

The life that gives it birth,
Breathes,
And the heavens stir,
Before,
They stop forever.

Your scars, linger on the surface,
Secreting the sour odor of your, incense.
. . .
Your incest.

The powers that confound you,
Are all,
Emotionless.

Seducing you;
Their, destructive ways,
Keep on,
MOVING THROUGH YOU . . .

And using you as their tool.
. . .
. . .

(Fool)

nemesis · 06-17-2004, 12:25 PM

Your writing is very interesting. The style of your poetry is very original. Nice job! Keep posting

Quote:

Your scars, linger on the surface,Secreting the sour odor of your, incense.

This is really great! Wow!

Nameless · 06-17-2004, 06:28 PM

I really appreaciate the comment. Especially since you're only the second one to make one. I'm glad you liked it.

Shadow_98 · 06-19-2004, 02:34 AM

Sweet.
Posted good one's I see.
Thanks for tipping me off.
Stole yur name though.
And about 500 other peoples too.
Didn't know I had to be a fukin member to post.

Tell me when you post more.

Peace.

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 01:59 PM

Her Eyes
------------------------------------------------------------

He cries himself to sleep,
When he sleeps at all.
Beneath the darkest clouds, that hang, so heavy . . .

Over flat and dull expanses.

The colors seem, to fade to gray,
Without her here beside him.

The pleasure seems, to melt away;
The emptiness, inside his soul, seems so much larger . . .

So he cries himself to sleep.

And dreams of,
Her eyes . . .

So soft,
And warm,
And bright.

And hears in,
His mind,

'My love,'
'I miss you so.'

***

Awake again, to find his pain still lingers.
He feels so weak . . .
. . .

He scarcely finds his feet . . .

This is how he vents,
When he can't hold,
All that's inside him.

This is how he speaks to her,
When he finds, that words are frightening:

'I dream of,
Your eyes . . .'

'So soft,
And warm,
And bright.'

'You're here in,
My mind . . .'

'My love,
I need you so much.'

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

'You chase the darkness from my life'

axeslinger0u812 · 06-19-2004, 01:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shadow_666

Chemical Nourisment:

I constantly, intoxicate myself.
Chemical nourishment;
To change everything. . .

Bobbing my head, to gentle rhythms . . .
Pulsating, vibrating,
Everything that makes me . . . .
Me
. . .

Swimming against the current.
Standing in torrential rain.
Saturating, my existence. . .
Blocking out . . .
All of my pain . . .
. . .

Struggling to stand again . . .

And failing . . .
. . .

Horribly . . .

Wow...you captured this so well. I've been trying to write something about this for a while now, and you nailed it. Thanks for sending me this way. I really like your stuff. It is very unique, and I've never seen a style like this before.

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:01 PM

Violation
------------------------------------------------------------

Infinitesimal,
Incandescent, black marbles,
Like eyes.

Gazing down at you,
As the blood runs down your thighs.

Everything is calm and quiet.

So I can hear you,
Weeping.

As I observe him,
Retreating.

But I’m not there with you.

***

These things,
Flood my mind.
And warp my sense of time.

As the aftermath,
Of what I’ve seen consumes me.

I try to close my eyes,
But I still see you,
. . .
So clearly.

As I’m forced to watch him,
Violate you;
. . .
Suffocate you.

Over, and over, and over,
And over, and over . . .

***

Infinitesimal,
Incandescent, black marbles;
His eyes.

Glaring down at you,
As the blood seeps through your thighs.

Everything is calm and quiet.

So I can hear you,
Pleading.

As I observe him,
Retreating.
. . .

After awhile, you leave too.

Nameless · 06-19-2004, 02:04 PM

Maybe someone will read them this time. . .

06-16-2004, 03:58 AM	#1 (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	Punish Me . . . Hate myself, Hate myself, Loathe myself . . . Hurt myself, Sate myself, . . . Piss on myself . . . Punish me. * Hear myself, Hate myself, . . . Over nothing . . . Nothing’s always something, So . . . Don’t pity me . . . Punish me instead. * Backlit rooms; Always alive with shadows . . . . . . Bristles on brooms; Sweep away the broken fragments . . . . . . Of broken dreams. Dried blood, and tortured screams. ------------------------------------------------------------ Discouraging: I feel alive when I’m as, Close as this . . . Standing on the line, Drawn between:, The positive and negative. Swirling in this chaos in, Continuous circles. Creating a pattern, And following it . . . . . . Not straying very far from it. Intoxicating myself, with the reasoning. It’s so fucking, Enlightening; . . . Discouraging . . . ------------------------------------------------------------ Chemical Nourisment: I constantly, intoxicate myself. Chemical nourishment; To change everything . . . Bobbing my head, to gentle rhythms . . . Pulsating, vibrating, Everything that makes me, Me. . . . Swimming against the current. Standing in torrential rain. Saturating, my existence. Blocking out, All of my pain . . . . . . Struggling to stand again. . . . And failing . . . . . . Horribly. Last edited by Nameless : 08-04-2004 at 06:31 PM.

06-16-2004, 01:31 PM	#2 (permalink)
SangReal Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: In Love Age: 24 Posts: 631 Points: 1,254.89 Bank: 20,611.40 Total Points: 21,866.29 Donate	Your writing is very musical. It reminds me of somebody, but I can't think who. Oh well, good stuff. Keep it coming. __________________ United States of America, looks like another silent night As we're sung to sleep by philosophies that save the trees and kill the children But You called me beautiful when you saw my shame And You placed me on the wall...anyway...

06-16-2004, 03:51 PM	#3 (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 Fool: ------------------------------------------------------------ The sun falls through the windows, Caressing your exterior . . . . . . Your scars swim to the surface, Moving on your skin like, insects. The powers that surround you, Are all, Emotionless. Alluring you; Their seductive ways, Keep on, Pulling you . . . And moving through you. *** The rain falls to the earth, As it does sometimes. The life that gives it birth, Breathes, And the heavens stir, Before, They stop forever. Your scars, linger on the surface, Secreting the sour odor of your, incense. . . . Your incest. The powers that confound you, Are all, Emotionless. Seducing you; Their, destructive ways, Keep on, MOVING THROUGH YOU . . . And using you as their tool. . . . . . . (Fool) Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 08:16 PM.

06-17-2004, 06:28 PM	#5 (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	Thanks I really appreaciate the comment. Especially since you're only the second one to make one. I'm glad you liked it.

06-19-2004, 02:34 AM	#6 (permalink)
Shadow_98 n00blet Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: In my car . . . Age: 26 Posts: 2 Points: 100.00 Bank: 0.00 Total Points: 100.00 Donate	Sweet Sweet. Posted good one's I see. Thanks for tipping me off. Stole yur name though. And about 500 other peoples too. Didn't know I had to be a fukin member to post. Tell me when you post more. Peace.

06-19-2004, 01:59 PM	#7 (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 Her Eyes ------------------------------------------------------------ He cries himself to sleep, When he sleeps at all. Beneath the darkest clouds, that hang, so heavy . . . Over flat and dull expanses. The colors seem, to fade to gray, Without her here beside him. The pleasure seems, to melt away; The emptiness, inside his soul, seems so much larger . . . So he cries himself to sleep. And dreams of, Her eyes . . . So soft, And warm, And bright. And hears in, His mind, 'My love,' 'I miss you so.' *** Awake again, to find his pain still lingers. He feels so weak . . . . . . He scarcely finds his feet . . . This is how he vents, When he can't hold, All that's inside him. This is how he speaks to her, When he finds, that words are frightening: 'I dream of, Your eyes . . .' 'So soft, And warm, And bright.' 'You're here in, My mind . . .' 'My love, I need you so much.' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'You chase the darkness from my life' Last edited by Nameless : 01-12-2006 at 07:03 AM.

06-19-2004, 02:01 PM	#9 (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 Violation ------------------------------------------------------------ Infinitesimal, Incandescent, black marbles, Like eyes. Gazing down at you, As the blood runs down your thighs. Everything is calm and quiet. So I can hear you, Weeping. As I observe him, Retreating. But I’m not there with you. * These things, Flood my mind. And warp my sense of time. As the aftermath, Of what I’ve seen consumes me. I try to close my eyes, But I still see you, . . . So clearly. As I’m forced to watch him, Violate you; . . . Suffocate you. Over, and over, and over, And over, and over . . . * Infinitesimal, Incandescent, black marbles; His eyes. Glaring down at you, As the blood seeps through your thighs. Everything is calm and quiet. So I can hear you, Pleading. As I observe him, Retreating. . . . After awhile, you leave too. Last edited by Nameless : 07-28-2004 at 08:02 PM.

06-19-2004, 02:04 PM	#10 (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	A few more . . . Maybe someone will read them this time. . .

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