on leaves of clover by lmp
14 Jun 2007, 12:49 PM
thx for ur comments on my poems
ur poems lies in the bed of subconsciousness
so this green fields of ur dreams have drowned emotions
and waken up the soul to find the mirror of the existence
it really helps me if u add comments on my poems
ur poems lies in the bed of subconsciousness
so this green fields of ur dreams have drowned emotions
and waken up the soul to find the mirror of the existence
it really helps me if u add comments on my poems
on Monsters by MacFrantic
3 Apr 2007, 9:34 AM
monstrocity...
on Monsters by MacFrantic
3 Apr 2007, 9:31 AM
monsters ..it's a good choice of title
on We⦠by Prince of Void
8 Apr 2007, 11:01 AM
I found myself alone in skies
Where the insanity blinds eyes
When I am a king of misjudgments
There is nowhere to hide my jealousy
Iâm drowning in doubts of âwhysâ
As Iâm lost within frustrations
Iâm dying from this agony
To stage of the powerful play
The playâs a tragedy of dreams
Where the insanity blinds eyes
When I am a king of misjudgments
There is nowhere to hide my jealousy
Iâm drowning in doubts of âwhysâ
As Iâm lost within frustrations
Iâm dying from this agony
To stage of the powerful play
The playâs a tragedy of dreams
on some deleted poem
3 Apr 2007, 9:16 AM
Tasting flavorless..
,being hopelessly in love.
my dying bride
numbness in the pathless heart
,being hopelessly in love.
my dying bride
numbness in the pathless heart
on some deleted poem
3 Apr 2007, 9:24 AM
it was good ...
on The exile returns by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w
25 Feb 2007, 4:36 AM
ur poems are adventures in the world of shit
all condoms that you used in this wasteland
it's no more uselful like ur cyber-shit
that make u think that u are the most talented
so slowly open your eyes to the entwined world
that contains no more shit
all condoms that you used in this wasteland
it's no more uselful like ur cyber-shit
that make u think that u are the most talented
so slowly open your eyes to the entwined world
that contains no more shit
Iâm far away from the claws of the dark city
Iâm heading to the firestorm
And the summer wind tries to creep beside me
Iâm going slowly against the sitting sun
My eyes will be the flame of a candle
The Candle burn at both ends
Iâm pursuing the best ends
By my beginning knows my end
However Iâm crossing the horizons of Mysterious silence
Itâs more like outlook of my life
Iâm heading to the firestorm
And the summer wind tries to creep beside me
Iâm going slowly against the sitting sun
My eyes will be the flame of a candle
The Candle burn at both ends
Iâm pursuing the best ends
By my beginning knows my end
However Iâm crossing the horizons of Mysterious silence
Itâs more like outlook of my life
on looking for by Phalkon
25 Feb 2007, 9:51 AM
before my pen pin down what's in my head
I had stared at darkness
it holds all paths for the peace
it carry me away from the cybernetic world
to the timeless place
as i'm looking for the point on the pointless ocean
i could be placeless evermore
I had stared at darkness
it holds all paths for the peace
it carry me away from the cybernetic world
to the timeless place
as i'm looking for the point on the pointless ocean
i could be placeless evermore
on it's the different kind of a poem by Prince of Void
31 Mar 2007, 11:31 AM
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on it's the different kind of a poem by Prince of Void
2 Apr 2007, 10:17 AM
portray
happiness
words
allegory
worlds
a new dawn
our minds
oceans
inside
emptiness and nothingness
all memories
behind
the breeze
a brave new world
dot.cybernetic wasteland
happiness
words
allegory
worlds
a new dawn
our minds
oceans
inside
emptiness and nothingness
all memories
behind
the breeze
a brave new world
dot.cybernetic wasteland
on some deleted poem
26 Mar 2007, 10:15 AM
Thatâs the way it is
We are on the mission
To achieve what we shoud achieve
For achieving we want to do anything
Like that
Happiness is that
we do whatever it takes
To achieve something at the end
Even we dont know it works or not
Afterwards we are still
where we stay
and we die
We are on the mission
To achieve what we shoud achieve
For achieving we want to do anything
Like that
Happiness is that
we do whatever it takes
To achieve something at the end
Even we dont know it works or not
Afterwards we are still
where we stay
and we die
on some deleted poem
6 Mar 2007, 11:40 AM
I hate abomination
For taking an action
To have sex
With the fatal attraction
Made the son of sins
Being the Holy Father
Above land of crosses
And for the sexual obsessions
Iâll carry the cross on my shoulder
For son and father
Fucking each other
For the holy ghost
For taking an action
To have sex
With the fatal attraction
Made the son of sins
Being the Holy Father
Above land of crosses
And for the sexual obsessions
Iâll carry the cross on my shoulder
For son and father
Fucking each other
For the holy ghost
on some deleted poem
6 Mar 2007, 11:40 AM
I hate abomination
For taking an action
To have sex
With the fatal attraction
Made the son of sins
Being the Holy Father
Above land of crosses
And for the sexual obsessions
Iâll carry the cross on my shoulder
For son and father
Fucking each other
For the holy ghost
For taking an action
To have sex
With the fatal attraction
Made the son of sins
Being the Holy Father
Above land of crosses
And for the sexual obsessions
Iâll carry the cross on my shoulder
For son and father
Fucking each other
For the holy ghost
on some deleted poem
22 Mar 2007, 8:01 AM
" u dont know what u are talking about do u ? "
everyone is a good storyteller ..what's big deal ? fellow
everyone is a good storyteller ..what's big deal ? fellow
on you've returned i'm glad by richa
9 Apr 2007, 9:54 AM
The poemâs been written by you
It is full of happiness in the sweet misery of past but the melody of music altered your life
As your life lingers on but you are still wondering about the season that enchanted you for years
Years had faced you harsh and now itâs time to let it go and think that the reasons of those happenings
Will be lost in the moment that you found something invaluable that he or she never understand...So if they fall...Nothing happen you no longer need his or her distraction.
It is full of happiness in the sweet misery of past but the melody of music altered your life
As your life lingers on but you are still wondering about the season that enchanted you for years
Years had faced you harsh and now itâs time to let it go and think that the reasons of those happenings
Will be lost in the moment that you found something invaluable that he or she never understand...So if they fall...Nothing happen you no longer need his or her distraction.
on Altitude by half.italian
1 May 2007, 1:59 PM
Poems are made by us
One of us shall see
What we paint
Upon the blank page
That depicts what shall be unseen
In the heart of meanings
When the heart is pathless
When no poem shall go uncommented
Where poems and oceans cross each other
In the horizon of poets' dreams
One of us shall see
What we paint
Upon the blank page
That depicts what shall be unseen
In the heart of meanings
When the heart is pathless
When no poem shall go uncommented
Where poems and oceans cross each other
In the horizon of poets' dreams
on 1982 County Stadium by jessicazee
27 Apr 2007, 5:21 AM
it's a good poem 7
do i really deserve such zero in this zero effected life ...i dont deserve it ...