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The things in Neef's head.

Posted Jan 28, '12 at 12:23pm

Neef

Neef

86 posts

Hi. Mornin' You there?
huh...
---
Where did everybody go?
Where did you,
go off to?
and how am I supposed to know?
---
You've left my thread all alone,
And Now it's bare,
Cause you're not here,
And you're the only warmth I've ever known.

---
But just leave me be,
That's what you've done,
So why should you think to stop?
but Don't you see?
You've already won,
in the battle to make me drop.
So come back to me,
All and one,
And don't just leave me to rot!
---
Last Chance!
Last Time!
Last Call!
for all,
to come and see me,
before I fall...
Last Chance!
Last Time!
to read my every single rhyme,
Of what's left,
that i can call mine,
and I'm running out of time,
so... This is the,
Last Chance!
To see the words dance,
Poetry with rhythm,
creates an ambiance,
last chance, before I
c9ll the ambulance.

( If you mispronounce ambiance, then it should rhyme.)
---

Come on!
comment,
Show yourself!
don't hide,
and let some one else,
cause trust me,
no one's coming,
and no one's posting,
unless you do.
Because,
you are someone too.
---

 

Posted Jan 29, '12 at 1:41am

Neef

Neef

86 posts

Here are the poems that were on my wall recently

even though i tried;
you silently wept and cried,
and inside, I died.

At my funeral,
You shed not a single tear;
you always were cruel.

I can't imagine
life without pain; it helps us
stay completely sane.

Insanity is...
when you keep looking to find
only more nothing.

Other Poetry

I died long ago,
And this body is hollow;
Just a shell, of a person you used to know.

Love is a fading dream.
Hate is a distant memory.
Guilt is just a little hazy,
and Insanity is completely crazy;
Death is one thing I never see.
Is there something wrong with me?

reality becomes
less defined
with you
on my mind,
day and night
the lines blur
and dreams
come true;
lost in thoughts
of you

there is a place
in my memories,
that i go when im scared.
a place where im loved
a time when you cared

my silent retreat
to a world that lacks defeat
an escape from a savage truth

~Neef

 

Posted Nov 14, '12 at 5:44pm

Neef

Neef

86 posts

The thought of you leaving,
kills me inside,
but even if i'm reeling,
i know i must always hide,
What i'm really feeling
~
Forever is too long a time.
And if you love me too,
please don't get killed,
or i might die with you.
~
My soul is dark and void of happiness,
so empty that not even your warm caress
can cure the troubling doubt that's stirring,
inside my most morose heart, and burning
Such powerful words into my mind,
telling me i'll never again wake up to find;
you holding me in a gentle embrace,
and feeling your breath wash over my face:
Words that scream at me to hold fast
to you, for my life and yours; now that we're one at last.
These words have seared my soul black;
the words; He's never coming back.

 

Posted Nov 16, '13 at 10:57pm

Neef

Neef

86 posts

I never imagined happiness. a still calm has come over me;
rapture in the truest sense. I have always been a sceptic,
is it reasonable to believe in love? if it's unreasonable, I don't care,
I just want to be yours forever. we can make forever a reality. just hold onto me and don't let go. How my life has changed from your gentle touch-- as though i am flying; it's almost too much. i'm not sure i can handle this much love, i feel that i would burst. is this what love is? it is beautiful, even when it hurts.

 

Posted Nov 16, '13 at 11:17pm

Neef

Neef

86 posts

To introduce something new to the thread, I would like to tell a story. This is also to remind anyone who actually reads this that this thread isn't just for my poetry. if anyone cares, they can post their thoughts on the works, and any constructive criticism is appreciated.

 

Posted Nov 17, '13 at 12:13am

Neef

Neef

86 posts

Prologue
Alexandria Drake was definitely dead. Her once golden silky hair was now plastered to her skull by a thick layer of clotted blood that was rough and dry to the touch. Small maggots squirmed in the recess of where her stomach had once been; there was now only a dark void and the almost inscrutable sound of munching as the flesh and organs were being slowly eaten away. Her most like-life feature were the vibrant green eyes that sat in the sunken eye-sockets; without eyelids they lent a look of mock surprise to the gnarled face that had belonged to the poor girl.
Tyler Ash gave the cadaver less than a sparing glance before turning to the police officer standing closest to the corpse.
"Was 'ere a reason you called me out here, Jackson? You know I don't follow these kinds of dead."
" O' course 'ere is. Ya think we'd drag ya out 'ere for nuthin' do ya?" The stout officer replied in a rural accent thicker than molasses.
"Well... What is it? I ain't got all night you know."
The pudgy man was silent for a long moment while he stared at the victim's body. he gave a little snort and hobbled over to the maggot-covered corpse, bending over strenuously to pick up a piece of the rotting flesh. He held it out to Tyler, motioning for him to take it.
"If you think I'm gonna touch that, you're bloomin' mad."
"Either ya take the bloody flesh, or ya lose your bloody job." The pudgy man gave another little snort at his own joke, and Tyler hesitantly took the repulsive matter. He started examining it, because that's what he was there for. Why else would you call in the expert, if not to be absolutely sure?
"Well?" Asked the officer tersely, straining to look at the flesh now that Tyler held it," Do ya see anythin'?"
Tyler motioned for silence as he brushed his thumb over the ragged piece of flesh. it was melting, boils covering the epidermis and every other part of the skin turning a putrid light green colour. This, however, wasn't important, and not what he was looking for-- not even close.
"It's clean." He said, tossing the piece aside and wiping his hands fervently on his blue jeans. The officer visibly relaxed, and gave a final snort, this time as if in confirmation.
"I told 'em 'ere was nuthin' to worry 'bout. Said they was overreactin' I did. Made me call in the expert. waste o' time if ya ask me." This the officer said mainly to himself, walking away from Tyler and soon shouting commands to the other idle policemen to get the scene cleaned up.
Nothing to worry about indeed-- at least not from a very much dead woman lying in the street. She was clean-- not a trace of The Infection, just a normal hallucinogenic plague had killed her. Made her tear her own stomach out, poor girl. Although it was probably the self-inflicted blow to the head that had killed her. These thoughts went through the mind of Tyler Ash, London's- and possibly the world's-leading expert on The Infection, as he walked home, kicking at a stone that closely resembled a spinal cord vertebrae.

 
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