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Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 98
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 2:33 pm: |   |
happy pomes will die a horrible stinky death in this thread!
die happy poem
happy poem die die die
poem die happy
werd! |
Marc Chevalier (Chevalier)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Chevalier
Post Number: 1243
Registered: 11-2001
| | Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 10:53 am: | |
Calling all happy poems ... please step up to the mike. |
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears
Post Number: 57
Registered: 10-2002
| | Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 2:39 am: | |
Phantom Itch
Scratched until I bled
Torn skin -
no relief,
Balled fists
pounding limbs
Anything to soothe
It's under the skin,
deep down in me,
part of the flesh itself;
That morphine itch
reminding me of car wrecks
and lost weekends.
- R. Althea Metz
© 2002 R. Althea Metz
Discoloration
white tile
red splatter
black mass
in grey matter
brown eyes
blue moods
flesh foundation
on yellowed bruise
orange sky
scarlet sin
pink scars
mar purple skin
- R. Althea Metz
© 2003 R. Althea Metz
Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder |
I like mustard (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis
Post Number: 3354
Registered: 1-2001
| | Posted on Monday, April 28, 2003 - 12:53 am: | |
Pain is cool.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
My momma has a secret hobby,
she told me not to tell a soul.
She carves tattoos into her body
but to die is not her goal.
She takes a nail and makes it hot
and puts the flat part on her skin.
I really wish that she would stop
but the nail goes deeper in.
Sometimes she takes a cigarette
and burns a pattern on her arm.
My daddy hasn’t noticed yet.
She tells me that she’s in no harm.
A knife is pressed onto her breast
and the cutting has begun.
As her blood leaks I protest,
the words she’s carved read “Trust No One.”
My momma has a secret hobby,
but tells me that she’s doing fine.
She doesn’t know that with my body
her bad habits are now mine.
-J. Scott |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 97
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 11:51 pm: | |
ooh a pain thread... ok, here's another one i was typing up earlier...
Live By the Pen, Die By the Pen, 01Nov93
I'm begging for salvation on an empty marble stand
All is dark.
My loving angel stands before me with a shotgun in her hands
I kiss her feet and ask for my punishment
I am born
She puts the barrel to my forehead
its touch like a cold loving kiss
pulls the trigger
I am forced out of myself
and see myself
skull exploding in a bloody mess
chunks of hair and bone and flesh
brains flying out into the darkness
the body falls limply to the ground
after death convulsions
She bends down, gun still smoking
runs her fingers through the palpitated mess
I see an eye
She holds it up for me
I see myself falling to my knees
I'm begging for salvation on an empty marble stand
All is dark.
An angel stands before me dressed in black
her face is white as snow
eyes... colorless but deep and love
I know this place and ask her why
She kneels forward
opens box at feet, a blade
She hands me a jewel encrusted dagger
turns around
I stab her in the back
and see the blade pierce through my chest glinting red
I am born
She puts the barrel to my skull
I know
I close my eyes and wake again
I'm begging for salvation on an empty marble stand
All around lay the bloody mangled corpses of my family
and friends
My hands are stained red with pain
a hunger deep within
I bite
tearing at my wrists
the blood flows free
All is dark.
I see an eye
She holds it up for me
I see myself falling to my knees
I'm begging for salvation on an empty marble stand
looking in the mirror
tears falling like rain from strange uncaring eyes
shut out the world
systematic failure of emotion
I fall from the stand deep into eternity
where I am nothing
never was
now is forever, doesn't matter
permanent insignificant reality
All is dark.
I raise the barrel of the shotgun
its cold steel kiss like salvation upon my forehead
I look into the mirror smiling pull the trigger
empty click...
as always, something is missing
falling always falling
mind in darkness all is gone
I am born
I'm begging for salvation on an empty page
writing with an empty pen
from an empty heart
where once there was pain
now, only words remain
again: salvation.
c. 1993 Emiliano Lee |
Josh Eads (Virucidal)
Paysan
Username: Virucidal
Post Number: 1
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, April 27, 2003 - 11:12 pm: | |
I like my pain.
It keeps me warm.
I hold it as the mother does the Babe.
I like my pain.
I wield it as the sword. It is mine to keep.
I am a rat.
I am a worm.
I am the floor you walk on.
I am the filth.
I am the unborn killed without the spark.
I am the flightless bird in the nest.
I am the executioner's blade.
I am the screaming women abused.
I am the wandering child left alone.
I am a screaming violent death.
I am roadkill left to rot.
I am you.
I like my pain.
neverending a constant stream
sorrow for all to see.
Take my hand a sparkling light
My pain for you will be.
I like my pain as I like you.}
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