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Postby The She-Wolf » Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:52 am

This is something I wrote a long time ago, originally in Portuguese.

My dagger's blade
Caresses your naked body
Slowly, steel kisses all over your chest
You reach out your arm to me,
I can see marks from previous cuts,
Ceremonial traces,
Like a map of winding roads
The knife's edge cuts into your skin,
It goes down into your flesh, ripping
You taste the pain,
From incision point, it spreads
its roots all over your body
And I, in ecstasy, stare at the trickle of blood
that starts to stream
Blood!
I open the wound further,
I want blood!
The vital fluid hypnotizes me
On the pentacle a candelabrum with black
candles is burning
The air is filled with incense
The lights make the ceremonial blood shine
My lips stick to your wound
I suck the blood from the fountain of desire
Languidly, I run my tongue over
my blood-red painted lips
The fluid tastes bittersweet
Ahahahahahah!!!!!
Wildly, my blade cuts into your
hairless chest
What a soft, pale skin
The whiteness is cut by a crimson-red path,
My tongue follows
I watch the dancing flames on the melting wax
The candles release a sweet scent
I want to get intoxicated on your blood
Forget what I am
J'adore ton sang
J'adore ton corps
I embrace your naked body
We roll
Take my dagger
Now slit my veins!

12/03/1998 (23:49)

"Suck it
And drink from his essence
For it is the fountain of angels"

TSW
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Postby myhna » Tue Nov 01, 2011 2:38 pm

nothing special, only words... :


hinaus in die kälte
den kopf klären
mit dem regen
mit dem wind


bis nichts mehr da ist
ausser nasser haut
und nassem haar

nur noch kälte
von den knochen
bis ins herz

bis du zerbrichst
wie ein alter ast
in kinderhänden

for those who speak german:

selbst der schönste schein
hat einen feind
der zweifel
mein steter begleiter
...ist er da
bin ich sicher:
ich lebe - ich sterbe
freund
in einsamkeit
(und durchwachten nächten)
zerstörer
ungesagter sätze
unsicherheit
und halt
architekt und abrissunternehmer
für luftschlösser aller art

(...irgendwie mag ich es... sorry, no translation)
‎"Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everythings's different." -Bill Watterson


Jedes Bild ist wie ein Messer ein Gebrauchsgegenstand
und lesen meint hier denken mit anderm Verstand
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Postby The She-Wolf » Thu Nov 10, 2011 3:46 am

@myhna: I know elementary German, that's my fave of all languages. Oh well, must improve my finantial condition to return to Goethe Institut Lissabon and complete my german studies.

I'm cleaning my computer and found this "lost file". I'm not entirely sure of when I wrote it. Just words and thoughts poured on paper (or rather on screen :) )

You break my heart
You break my heart… every day
You bastard…
Every single day
The same happens
My crystal heart…
Falls on the ground
It gets shattered into one thousand pieces
And everyday
I coldly pick it up
And put the pieces back together
I bleed for you
You bastard

I have never understood pain
Neither the pain I have caused upon others
Nor the pain others have inflected upon me
How we have this ability to inflict pain on others
Have I ever loved?
Have I ever really loved someone?
You are for me an inspiration… baby
You baby bastard


You are in my mind
You steal my night dreams
Will you ever know how much I love you?
Oh hell, I am a bunch of contradictions


This one is more recent:

Your Flame (Sacred Fire)

I could write something beautiful
But I feel dark

As we share the same bed
Your fire keeps me warm
So I can forget
The coldness in my heart
"Se te é impossível viver só, nasceste escravo"
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Postby Danhod » Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:46 pm

Transitions:

Out of the cold the snowman grew
Into the fire the snowman flew
Out of the fire came the blue
Does this poem annoy you?
As Real As Rainbows
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Postby FrankieStrange » Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:20 pm

I've had some really good feedback from this one, so I guess I'll post it. It's my first ever attempt at dark(ish)/gothic(ish)/erotic(ish) poetry, haha.



Us


I blush, as your dark eyes cast over me.
All life within me has died, like thee.
Open your arms unto me.

Feel me, steal me,
Take from me, my breath.

Take me, break me,
Awaken me from death.

You bring me to my knees,
Despite my worthless pleas.

Clawing, pawing at my skin,
The night is staring at our sin.

I pull you nearer,
Tangled, in our passion,
One, we are.

Fed by my sighs,
All pain within me dies.

As I feel my growing flame,
I scream out your name,
Into the night.
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Postby rlk222 » Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:13 pm

I like "the night is staring at our sin." Good line. Im so jaded in this department, I am a literature scholar so it's hard to find originality in many poems these days. There are some things here that I enjoy and could be song lyrics easily, though. Good work people. I would not expect less from MDB fans. We're a very sensitive, creative, and tortured bunch, us. All the ingredients for poets and substance abusers or serial killers. =p "The limits of my language are the limits of my world." Keep writing!
"It is my sins that you deplore
Count them fair,
For I have more."
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Postby Tomgar18 » Tue May 22, 2012 3:29 am

Wrote this yesterday, think it'd suit a mellow kind of mellotron and guitar vibe:

The waves receding now
The moon is waning now
And I never learned how
To hold this in my hand

The autumn coming now
Dark days are forming now
My passion’s disallowed
And I can’t win

Harsh reality
Won’t grant reprieve or charity
While my soul grows weak and dimmed

Loss of clarity
Leaves me an empty parody
Where once a fire roared

The death of lore I sired
The emblem on my pyre

The silence smothers now
My voice is silenced now
I’ve broken all my vows
And I’m lost
"UGH!"
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Postby psychosomatiKing » Sun May 12, 2013 11:45 am




I travel tonight
with tiny footsteps
of the heart
and defy all reason
the distance
or even
the blackest weather
so we
(and you and me)
can be alone together
"Inspiration is a word used by people who aren't really doing anything."
— Nick Cave
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Postby Thiago » Mon May 13, 2013 4:29 pm

I I wrote this originally for a demo of my band.

Tears of bereavement

The darkness that haunts my soul
It's the same that one day loved me
I saw the fog deep in the forest
The northern cold that want to silence my spirit

Under a black moon a funeral
The last sing of the birds
The sad violin begins
My soul cry

And I stand watch the funeral
Between the forest of sorrow
I smell the ashes in grave
Tears of bereavement

Until the ghosts go away
The sadness, dancing at my side
The wind at my face show the gates to oblivion
The forest die

The shadows waiting for me
In the grave it's me
My body without my soul
This is my funeral

Thought the darkness I cry / The Angels scream
The Devil's dance / Satan smile
Like the wind I die / The song of birds
Death talks to me / The violin ends
The sorrow speak with me / the hell rise
My body dies / My sad funeral
Dreams of Life / Moon of sadness
In the clouds / Jesus Christ
In the mountains / Satan's Rise

Forever, in the forest of oblivion
My souls scream, watch me die
I can't breath, forever
Forever, in the forest of oblivion
My souls scream, watch me die
I can't breath, forever
Sadness!!

The moon rises black, like my soul
The angels and the devils dancing at my side
They show me the way
The gates of sorrow

The sadness brings flowers for my grave
And my soul continues watch my funeral, from the grave
The forest crying
Sorrow!!

…And my funeral ends. Now I can rest
Now I can cry alone with the ghosts
The faces go away, the birds cry
The sadness wait, the forest die
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Postby abbie » Sun Aug 18, 2013 7:43 pm

Nameless

You are a rare kind,
a loner with your book
and like a fragile bird
I come close
and you fly away.

And I got drunk alone that night too.
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Postby Kolapso » Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:20 pm

abbie wrote:Nameless

You are a rare kind,
a loner with your book
and like a fragile bird
I come close
and you fly away.

And I got drunk alone that night too.


Nice poem, feels like I can relate to that somehow.
You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind.
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Postby Poundskin » Tue Aug 20, 2013 1:13 pm

Some poetry from my songs:

'I'm a sophisticated lady, now my pussy is dribbling, please consume my sticky produce'

'Listen up cunt headed pea sized penis troops, if you do not proceed to fuck these bitches assholes I will personally bum fuck you!'

'If the illuminati exists then fucking kill all of them unless they want to give me power'

'Fire Nuclear Warheads'

'I have dominated this world with my pussy'
The place to go for your free wild dreams - http://poundskin.bandcamp.com/

I get savvy vaggy
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Postby abbie » Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:27 pm

Thanks Kolapso, you're very kind.

@Poundskin To be honest that's pretty misogynistic, don't you think ?
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Postby The She-Wolf » Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:01 pm

Poundskin wrote:Some poetry from my songs:

'I'm a sophisticated lady, now my pussy is dribbling, please consume my sticky produce'

'Listen up cunt headed pea sized penis troops, if you do not proceed to fuck these bitches assholes I will personally bum fuck you!'

'If the illuminati exists then fucking kill all of them unless they want to give me power'

'Fire Nuclear Warheads'

'I have dominated this world with my pussy'


You have been asking for it. :toilet:
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Postby UnAs » Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:05 pm

Poundskin wrote:Some poetry from my songs:

'I'm a sophisticated lady, now my pussy is dribbling, please consume my sticky produce'

'Listen up cunt headed pea sized penis troops, if you do not proceed to fuck these bitches assholes I will personally bum fuck you!'

'If the illuminati exists then fucking kill all of them unless they want to give me power'

'Fire Nuclear Warheads'

'I have dominated this world with my pussy'

Very tasteless IMO!
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