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Death Alive (Free verse) by crims0ngh0st
Piercing thoughts embrace me. Flickering realities deny me. Lovely, Wonderful, Elation, Strangulation- Sitting down to stand up falling. Remnants of hopes and dreams- Spotted analytical thoughts. Hopeful fits of hysteria- Distorted memories. Drowning in the air of humanity- Burning in the coldness of love. Dying by day, Living by night, Awakening to a world full of hypocrisy. The hate filled love of 'fearful people'; The tender scorn of the norm; The unrelenting comfort of nonconformity; Different, Disturbing, Fulfilling, Familiar. Needing the world to rebuke me, Wanting the power to fail. Motionless marathons of thinking Revealing words cast in stone, "Thou shalt do as thou desire, Above all else yourself you shall admire." Simple equations of life perplex me. Rebellion falls upon deaf eyes. Locked and chained to community, Taking the path that's trampled and worn. Only to find a shortcut to a living death's door. Take my hand won't you- Feast on my inadequacies, Drink from the well of my empty heart. I am death alive. I am the rest you desire. I am the living sleep you cannot die without. You touch me in the night, Without me even near. You strangle me with hands that devour the world. Let me show you the way to death alive! I' ve been there once, I will return again. If only to awake from this eternal sleep- Rested and reborn, Baptized in darkness, Resurrected in the shroud of knowledge, And worshipped by the thin veil of understanding.

Down the ladder: Vituperation

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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PST
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[n/a] nentwined @ | 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM | Reply
I'm not sure if it's the poem or the fact that I just woke up, but I've tried to read it through three times and I keep skipping down. It's definitely not holding my attention. I think a part of that is I really don't get what you're getting at -- I feel I could if I studied the poem, but the poem doesn't invite such -- mayeb a little more cohesion or a bit more bluntness or something would help
[4]... anonymous @ | 9-Sep-01/4:24 PM | Reply
you have me twisting, turning... so many paths... but i think i'm glad...
[7] roses are read @ | 6-Apr-02/8:35 PM | Reply
ok, you have a beautiful way with words and images, but in the first 24 or so lines, that's all it is. you have no substance, only spun sugar. there is no motive behind the words, it seems to be building and building up to something. i would suggest cutting the first 20 or so lines, and starting the poem with "The tender scorn of the norm;". then it all flows a bit better. keep writing!
[4]... anonymous @ 204.245.176.100 | 17-May-02/9:34 AM | Reply
i wonder if before you get bound and gagged, if you say: "um... may i read you a poem first, master?"
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159 | 13-Aug-02/5:47 AM | Reply
I have to say I don't know what the fuck this is about. If it's about zombies, good. If it's about vampires, bad. The last thing this site needs is a load of fucking teenage goths adding their poetry to the pot. Actually, I take that back. That would be really funny.
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