FailNew poem up called Dementia I think its pretty sweet so go check it out. Hopefully with my new state of mind I'll be able to sit down and write a few more and keep filling up my dA
Much love
Zom
EnlightenmentThrough the constant trials And exceeding failures In my mission for love I'm left with no choice but to Sit And await enlightenment I can only hope that before too long The object of my adoration Shall be revealed Giving me a reason to stand once again However As the days Turn to weeks And the weeks Turn to months I've grown closer to the lifeless position of the deceased Leaving my dream of standing Sadly out of reach But I hang on By what inadequate shred of hopeEnlightenment
I can still call my own Which only leads me do
The Unheard WordWhat good is my word If it's left unheard What truth can be told If spoken so bold When the truth that's spoken Flows through deaf ears And what tears fall from the speaker's eyes When his truths are equal to lies For an unheard truth Spoken with proof Can only be certainThe Unheard Word
If heard by said person And once unheard It shall not reoccur For the validity of the unheard Equals the unsure When given the ability to be altered And hence re-manufactured
Into a lie with proof Venturing from the truth
Anger of the Insomniac:: Driven into madness He paces the floor Concealed by the easily embraced Darkness Looking over his shoulder he sees the haunting face of the clock ::Anger of the Insomniac
It reads...
2:35 AM
They disgust me Those insolent peons Curled up in their beds Experiencing the Great Gift of Slumber As I continue to pace this worn floor Ranting and Raving due to my unrelenting sleeplessness
:: Another hour passes He now can be found curled in a corner Sitting in a pool of his own blood Once again he looks upon the clock :: &
DementiaAs I attempt to return this perpetual dementia back to its once immaculate disaster My already fragile mind is faced with an increasingly upsetting set back, Once again I find myself in the pit of confusion Left to the mercy of my ever-questioning heart Where even the simplest of decisions are debated. Coffee or tea Hot dog or Hamburger Death or Life The endless arguingDementia
Forces me to find a way too metaphorically Detach my head from the rest of my body … If only such things existed… And now With lack of a permanent solution I drop to my knees A
The Unseen TruthSure I could. I could make it sweet and elegant, Even though it's dark and demented. This feeling of mine, I could make you think it the most beautiful, Because your minds are all too easy to mould. I could put together a nice bouquet of rosy verses.The Unseen Truth
Dead is my soul for I have nothing to fill my heart
And make you think it was all for your ooh's and aah's. Because you're all so easy to please. Yet it seems that it is I who is the most simple. Because behind the rhyming bouquet, And underneath the sweet shellac, This fact still remains: I fe
Neutral
I thought you died or something, sheesh.
Ah, and I'm glad you like "Our Stunning Performance". I actually thought I could've done better with that one...
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The world is full of stupid peope...And YOU are like the Chuck Norris of them all.
people*
Wow. What a bad time to typo.
Anyway, I'll be around to read if you're able to get anything up here.
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The world is full of stupid peope...And YOU are like the Chuck Norris of them all.
people*
Wow. What a bad time to typo.
xD
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Give love and receive love!
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I love my girl and she loves me.
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~Viruz-Design
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