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Post by valekin on May 6, 2007 16:41:36 GMT -8
Cast Me Down
Useless, fading words From dead lips falling And all to the same From the same And ever and ever I swirl Upon meaningless breaths Awaiting a hand of God To lift me from my laughing Maddened mindset And forever cast me down Into what which is useless Useless Different meanings all to the same Darkened charm and heightened laughter Damned to exist for my purpose Of what was once a difference Is now the same Failure is success And dying, bleeding Screaming Let me fade into my own Sense of twisted irony... [/color] [/center] ~Original Poem by Christopher P. Brown
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Post by valekin on May 6, 2007 16:44:49 GMT -8
Lonely Heart
I'm a lonely Heart With no song I feel you Fading... Away.... [/i]
~Original poem by Christopher P Brown.
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Post by valekin on May 6, 2007 17:06:32 GMT -8
Set me Free Although no matter how many times I fight, I keep on... No matter how much I get hurt, I know I'll always get back up... I don't know why though.... I always wanted to be a Hero.... But never had the courage... Although I might have the talent.... Never had the chance.... Even if I had the chance, I wouldn't be brave enough.... Set me free from the innocence.... ~Original Poem By Christopher P Brown
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Post by Jenna Scorn on May 6, 2007 17:20:11 GMT -8
Love your poems.
^_^
Good work!
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Post by valekin on May 7, 2007 14:39:09 GMT -8
Written Psychotic Thoughts.Pt. 1 I Am a Menace to My Peers I grieve for myself. I want to, but I can't. The tears dried up long ago. When did it go?
When did my life go? When did I become a doppleganger, just a mere Shadow of my former self. Now disgusting. I've forgotten what it is, and how it feels, to be human. When did my humanity die?
When I was younger I waged bloody war against my classmates. They turned me into a joke. They laughed, hit, and humiliated me. I began to be filled with a self-righteous anger. I used that anger to better myself, making myself stronger, smarter, crueler, and more dangerous.
I bled myself to grow accustomed to pain. Exercised to build physical power. I memorized, thought, and solved to become smarter. I cultured myself, and turned myself into a prodigy. Then I exacted my revenge. I started a war with those kids. The kids that don't give a damn about your feelings. That just care about how good looking you are, what you wear, what sports you play, and what you do and don't do. First it was just against the kids that messed with me. Then I turned on everyone.
I had caused my own insanity. I had killed my own humanity. And I am disgusted with myself for it. I don't even wage war with anyone anymore and I still don't know who I am, or what I was. God can't give me that back. It's not that simple. I have to redefine myself amidst my own torment, agony, and regret. And I feel hollow with it all. Empty
Whoever knew selfloathing could be so fulfilling.
Life is not supposed to make sense.
It is merely a learning experience.
And at the proper moment; mine is empty...
"You are delicate, like glass... and deserving of my empathy..."[/b][/color] -An original work by Christopher P Brown.
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Post by valekin on May 7, 2007 14:43:04 GMT -8
Poem
There are always
Information Strokes the Lips Softly,
The Soft spots Under the Ears...
There are Always Pools of Blood in the Shadows,
You just Have to Pull back the Ethereal Veil.....
[/i][/center] -An original work by Christopher P. Brown
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Post by chihiro on May 8, 2007 4:35:52 GMT -8
Wow, really nice....I like. (:
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Post by valekin on May 26, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -8
PoemE
Her mind began to lose connection with her body... The machine is limited, The computer program repeats a procees, Sparkling lights, Empty sockets draped over endless coils of optic fiber
Thunderous silence in percussionist waves, Deafening me, Blasting through me with destructive purity...
I looked into the blackness... Something existed, Hidden from us all....
Death was the Ancient Beast, We knew it's hunger since the first day....
Now, Warmth and safety, The tears of joy in that embrace... The joy, For an eternity.... Bridged in a darkness between us....
Imprint the memory into the consciousness....
Rewrite the record... The thing you don't remember is the thing that didn't exist.
It's as if, We had never been born at all... -An Original Poem by Christopher P. Brown
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Post by Jenna Scorn on May 26, 2007 21:22:28 GMT -8
Love it!!!!
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