Hi. This is Moat. And this is where I would like to see people post some morbid poems, stories, etc. Although they don't have to, and I will be mainly the one posting here. First entry to my Morbid Literature Journal:
A very much more selfless, brighter, and, dare I say, more optimistic and therefore idiotic, view.
The Only Thing I Ask
I am on the test, the trial For my life, the danger is dire But, dear God The only thing I ask of You Is to keep others from the same fate Protect them from this amount of hate Save the others Please God the only thing I ask of You Save my friends and my mother From this horror My photographs, my memories Will have to help me through I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missin them again The hatred of others burns like fire Why do they hate me? I'm just a man But, dear God The only thing I ask of You Protect my family and friends And my strength, it will hold Through the dark and through the cold I'm hurting and I'm hated They hurt me with word and rod But, dear God The only thing I ask of You The others around me have lost hope But I pray to You And I remember the good times You have given me With my family and friends And I can pull through Because hurt is nothing new In this world And all I need to do Is pray again to You I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missin them again The hatred of others burns like fire Why do they hate me? I'm just a man But, dear God The only thing I ask of You Protect my family and friends And my strength, it will hold Through the dark and through the cold I am weak outside They have hurt my body and my mind For no reason other than I'm different I believe that the other prisoners went Well, I am still alive As long as I can, time after time Think about those I love Those left so far behind But I can't help but wish That I could be there again Back where I love to be There's nothing here for me On this road of life But I trust You, dear God And I pray to You, dear God The only thing I ask of You Save them this day I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missin them again The hatred of others burns like fire Why do they hate me? I'm just a man But, dear God The only thing I ask of You Protect my family and friends And my strength, it will hold Through the dark and through the cold There's no one here Noplace to go My overwhelming fear Oh, no no no But it's not for me It's for them I will believe they're safe Until the end And there may be horror There may be strife But if I lose them It'll be like a knife And to you I pray Dear God The only thing I ask of You Protect them on this darkest day When I'm not around When I'm much too far away I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missin them again The hatred of others burns like fire Why do they hate me? I'm just a man But, dear God The only thing I ask of You Protect my family and friends And my strength, it will hold Through the dark and through the cold Dear God You can take me Save them, protect them The only thing I ask Save the others from this fate Protect them all, upon this day
Don't walk Into that knife We can talk You can live your life It's not so bad I'll help you You'll see Don't be so sad Or you'll end up like me!
Please don't jump Over that ledge We'll be outta this slump There's so much more Over the hedge Just let me open the door And you'll be glad you did!
Don't swallow That awful pill Don't wallow In your misery You will die But hold your bravery Don't be killed And don't you dare cry!
Stand up Off the chopping block You're in tough luck But don't lock That door Cuz once that's done You can't go back anymore I don't want this to be the end So put down the gun And come to me, my friend
They tell us it's "democracy" But it's just another fallacy Another lie they feed us But they can never defeat us They try to push us down But they can't beat us In our own town!
Are we gonna bow? Are we gonna fall? Take a stand now! Stand up tall! And we'll kick em out! Of our (f)-ing homes! So come on, shout! I'll tell you in a poem So come on, follow me! And we can all Be! Free!
My submission to the Poetry Contest. I'm rather proud of this one.
Numb Immortality
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot
I want to hide But I can't look inside For I can't feel So what is truly real? I want to scream But my lips are dumb I want to feel But I am numb Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming about the things I miss
I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift
Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish somehow I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal
Numb Immortality What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot For I can't feel So, what is real? I want to feel But I am numb I want to scream But my lips are dumb My life is coming apart At the seams My sleep haunted by darkened dreams My ruined heart, my ruined soul But I cannot feel the breaking cold Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming of the things I miss Numb is immortality I am blind So how can I see? Away from the bustle of regular life But I still feel misery and strife A cavernous hole within It's eating me up inside I cannot hear the din I cannot heal my mind Tearing me limb from limb I can't feel the pain I stand on the rim But still, nothing remains I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift A fiery burning My endless yearning That I could feel the pain But it's just so surreal And so it shall remain Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish, somehow That I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal But here is here, and now is now My life is worthless anymore But it can never end I wish I could open the door Your strength, could you lend? I cannot bear the weight of this Watching the others' elating bliss Which is the final one? Who has lost and who has won? Please, give me a sign To open my mind And let me go across the line I've waited for so long I've tried to be so strong But I really wish that I was dead Or is it all just in my head The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift
HEY HEY HEY! My final copy of my Poetry contest poem. Pleeease rate and review. It's been so long since anyone else commented on this thread...
Well that's because by the time anyone reads anything you come out with ten more posts.
Are we gonna bow? Are we gonna fall? Take a stand now! Stand up tall!
For some reason the first thing that popped into my head was "Never gonna give you up". Don't know why.
The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift?
I actually really like this bit.
A lot of what you write is like a giant collection of stories, and not all pan out quite right. I think it would definitely improve your writing style if you were to focus more on the great parts and not the entire picture. Sometimes you have to rewrite and rework things over so many times, it won't be anything like it was at the beginning. But, trust me it will be better. If you write a very long story with some great parts in it, it will not be remembered. But if you cut it down to it's very essence and focus, it will rebuild itself in a way superior to it's previous form, and it will forever be remembered in the minds of the future.
So, basically, it's not that I don't think you're good, I like your stories, I mean, but I have a sneaking suspicion that you could do a lot better.
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel So, what is real? I want to feel But I am numb I want to scream But my lips are dumb My life is coming apart At the seams My sleep haunted by darkened dreams My ruined heart, my ruined soul But I cannot feel the breaking cold Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality I am blind So how can I see? Away from the bustle of regular life But I still feel misery and strife A cavernous hole within It's eating me up inside I cannot hear the din I cannot heal my mind Tearing me limb from limb I can't feel the pain I stand on the rim But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning My endless yearning That I could feel the pain But it's just so surreal And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish, somehow That I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal But here is here, and now is now
My life is worthless anymore But it can never end I wish I could open the door Your strength, could you lend? I cannot bear the weight of this Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one? Who has lost and who has won? Please, give me a sign To open my mind And let me go across the line I've waited for so long I've tried to be so strong But I really wish that I was dead Or is it all just in my head
The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift
Apparently it lost something in c/p and my beautiful stanzas were slid into a giant WALL O TEXT. I'm glad you like it Thyll? Actually, this is one of the few poems I'm actually really proud of. I took a lot of time on this one. This one and A Bitter Winter's End.
Stop running, coward Turn around, look me in the eye Why do you need so much power? The time of reckoning draws nigh As the waking dawn arises What the killer realizes
The blood you've taken For all once forsaken It'll catch up to you I will reveal the truth It'll drown you under The lives you've torn asunder
Do you honestly care? That egotistical, arrogant air The people you've killed So stop taking that pill The thirst for power, for blood Stomping innocents into the mud
Our fears have all returned So what have we all learned? We live past the pain and scorn Following the footsteps of the unsworn
In blood,we are immersed Our fortunes all reversed But we can't forget We can't forgive We aren't dead yet But why should we live?
Cut free our minds But we're afraid Of what we will find As the others slowly decayed
On what drug have we relied We see but those who have cried But we won't run, we won't retreat The darkness reaching for us Like we're a fresh bit of meat
This is the final edition of Numb Immortality. It won Iron at the poetry contest!
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot For I can't feel So, what is real? I want to feel But I am numb I want to scream But my lips are dumb My life is coming apart At the seams My sleep haunted by darkened dreams My ruined heart, my ruined soul But I cannot feel the breaking cold Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming of the things I miss Numb is immortality I am blind So how can I see? Away from the bustle of regular life But I still feel misery and strife A cavernous hole within It's eating me up inside I cannot hear the din I cannot heal my mind Tearing me limb from limb I can't feel the pain I stand on the rim But still, nothing remains I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift A fiery burning My endless yearning That I could feel the pain But it's just so surreal And so it shall remain Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish, somehow That I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal But here is here, and now is now My life is worthless anymore But it can never end I wish I could open the door Your strength, could you lend? I cannot bear the weight of this Watching the others' elating bliss Which is the final one? Who has lost and who has won? Please, give me a sign To open my mind And let me go across the line I've waited for so long I've tried to be so strong But I really wish that I was dead Or is it all just in my head The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift
Don't bother with the stanzas. I'm leaving it a WALL O TEXT because I'm lazy. xP
Open your mouth And you're a liar Give in, bow And you're a crier Ask a question And you're a rebel Give confession And you're execrable Break a rule And you're an outcast Mess up one job, one tool And you're half-a**ed
Don't lecture me They overreact Can't you see? Tolerance you lack Drag me down Grovellers get power We're run out of town Victory tastes sour
We're all just lost Nothing comes without a cost They can't understand Everything's banned in the end They give us the brand And then they drop us again
Nothing can last I'll choose my own path It all happens so fast Lady Luck's wrath And there's no going back
Where is everything That you promised us Memories lingering Then we're pounded into the dust
We storm on the tanks Fear in our ranks Many of us will fall But our duty calls
Like glass, our lives Always breaking, dying But just numbers in archives Lies when they promised fame Our relatives, crying The only ones who remember our names
The hand of death It beckons to us We want to have breath But we do what we must But why do we trust
Crumble under the rule This is war Not revolution, fool That which we swore
Sorry I let it die. Sorry I revived it. But I was busy, and then I couldn't bear to see this thread die. =(
