The Poems of the nothingness

Alisha-Stonehaven · Post by **Alisha-Stonehaven** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 7:54 am

Tired.....sleepy. Not one word can discribe my exhaustion. Lifeless days and endless sorrow have beatin me to the ground. Not one person can feel my pain. Not one person can understand. No way will any one even stop to listen to me. It hurts. It hurts a lot. The pain is a deep cut that every time someone says "I dont have time," Or "Stop whining." there is that little pinch of salt thrown in. The burning never ceases and the days just grow longer. No one will ever take the time for me and I ask why I listen to them when I know, I know that when I need someone they wont be within 200 miles of me.

Lisha

P.S. Thanx to Peter I have had the courage to put this up. Thanx for the encouragement.

Flint the Dwarf · Post by **Flint the Dwarf** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 8:01 am

Angst. More prose than poetry, but there was some rhythm to it. Overall, I liked it.

nailz · Post by **nailz** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 9:39 am

My toenails need to be cut.
I hack at them with a burning inner pain
with my insturment of nail cutting
every snip of dead cell that falls from my body forever
like a piece of my life that I can never get back
and I wouldn't have it any other way
seeping closer to death.
Pain fills my life
as I knick the underflesh of the nail
I bleed.
I like it.
Like I like pop-tarts.

A gothic Poem based on Toenails. ANYONE can write gothic poetry. It rules.

)v(ajin Koji · Post by **)v(ajin Koji** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 11:40 am

Alisha, I like it a lot. Nice work, as if it could be anything else:D

azulmagia · Post by **azulmagia** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 8:19 pm

My version of a poem that circulated during the First World War:

Der Kaiser of dis Vaterlandt
Und Gott on high, all dings commandt;
Ve two - ach! Doan't you underschtandt?
Meinzelf - und Gott.

Vile some men zing der power divine
Mein zoldiers zing "Der Wacht am Rhein"
Und drink der healt in Cherman wine
Of Me - und Gott.

Dere's France, she svaggers all aroundt,
Vor eating vrogs she ist renownedt,
Too much I dink she doan't amoundt
Meinzelf - und Gott.

She vill not dare to fight again,
Budt if she should I'll show her blain
Dot Elsass and all French Lorraine
Ist Mein - by Gott.

Dere's Russlandt she kein schmall beer
Mit bores und dings she interfere
She'll learn none owns dis mighty sphere
But me - und Gott.

Und England dinks, some ship she's got
Und zoldiers - dey are Tommy-rot!
Ach! I vill sendt dem all to pot,
Meinzelf - und Gott.

In dimes of peace I vork up vars,
Mein ist der helm und schpear of Mars,
Vat care I vor den douzand Czars!?
Meinzelf - und Gott.

Von King dere vos, und I vos Him
Mit aspecdt dark und visage grim,
Gott pulls mit Me and I mit Him,
Budt I vos first - by Gott!

Flint the Dwarf · Post by **Flint the Dwarf** » Fri Nov 21, 2003 1:10 am

Yeah, instead of commenting on someone's poetry that they posted in a thread they created, post some of your own poetry with no comments.

jonmartensen · Post by **jonmartensen** » Fri Nov 21, 2003 1:22 am

El Banana · Post by **El Banana** » Fri Nov 21, 2003 1:33 am

)v(ajin Koji · Post by **)v(ajin Koji** » Fri Nov 21, 2003 5:01 am

flint_the_dwarf wrote:Yeah, instead of commenting on someone's poetry that they posted in a thread they created, post some of your own poetry with no comments.

some people are so shameless

Gaikotsu · Post by **Gaikotsu** » Fri Nov 21, 2003 7:57 am

You remind me of someone I know, Alisha. Someone who means a lot to me. I hope you can believe me when I say that the pain you're feeling will eventually subside, perhaps when you least expect it. You just have to keep working at making it better.