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A freewrite solely for the purpose of the darker side of poetry. Each week, a form of inspiration will be presented [most likely an image] to spark your creative genius. The purpose of the freewrite is to inspire you visually so that you can inspire us poetically. Feel free to add your contribution or to sit back and read some beautiful, dark poetry.
First off, I want to apologize to all those who waited (patiently and impatiently) for me to update this. It's been a really stressful month with personal problems and school, so I want to thank those who stepped in and added pictures for the old thread. I will do my absolute best to stay on top of this. The school semester is coming to an end, and I may have found a doctor for crazy people (yay...quack medicine..) so it shouldn't be much of a problem. Again, really sorry for all the delays.
Now then...Second things of importance...Something that I've been considering, but it's still up in the air, so I'm throwing it out to you for suggestions. I was considering only updating
the pic each week instead of the thread (e.g., each week instead of making a new thread, I would only edit my post with a next picture that way all the poetry is in one place). Like I said, still up in the air. Give me some feedback and maybe we'll give it a go.
Now, thirdly...What everyone wants...The picture. This is off of Epilouge and it's by the artist Callista Cassidy. It's entitled Valerie Sachs
inner beauty i thought in so many ways thats what he had seen in me
outer sole to accomplish the impossible,
demonstrating the original,
perpetration to the vision wich u see me.
inner beauty is this not what u have wished for,
misconseption of an outer layer of just skinn deep, tissue that is maid of cells and microscopice innervals, to wich my sence of humore is more than a wink from you to me, let me trace this unforseen legend of love
over view of the clouds up above me, tracing me with my every scare my every thin piece of skin.
can u see me for me? or is just lust that depends on what u call obssecition?
what makes a rose?
what makes a question seem timeless?
i had forgotten about what i see in my self in my self painting of what i need not from u but from a women who has suffored to much greav for a tease.
let i, let you not say what matters the most.
like a piano let me make music notes with my smile,
let myself imagine a wonder a world with out definition,
compassion or passion neither i will let him be,
bring me the stars, the scales of a rare sea animal,
pulse, the way i see it, my heart beats, yes it beats like onomonopia,
so let me make u wonder whats some one with out any one
whats you with out what i recalled once spoken a lil thing called love,
inner beauty is this all that u seek or is it just more than skin deep
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WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT A LIFE FULL OF LYRICAL WORLDS THAT ONLY MUSIC CAN DEFINE THE IMAGE OF SUCH GREAT QUOTES
Our youth has been taught to treat the streets like a god.
Now they keep claiming the streets till the streets claim them,
More victims of that glamorized street life,
That thug life, that suicide street soldier’s life,
Dieing on the streets,
For the streets,
For reasons without reason,
Living a farce,
Scarred by a televised glorification of street life,
Claiming the streets till the streets claim them,
Becoming more victims of the pavement,
The same pavement beneath ur feet,
Can leave u six feet deep,
An untimely death another life spent,
Man life is irrelevant living for pavement,
Allow me to reach out to the youth,
So they won't be fooled by the message from these vinyl criminals,
Radio gangstars with subliminal messages,
Infecting instrumentals with lyrics gone mental,
Speaking of things they know nothing of,
Planting seeds they don't intend to sow,
Killing our youth to make their pockets grow,
Injecting our youth with their interpretation of the good life,
Big thangs, big money, big house.....no real friends no kids, no wife,
My masquerade convicted by contradictions amongst reality,
My wounds pour out deception and weep moral blasphemy,
I laugh at your expression as you come to witness my true form,
I'm past immoral infection and inner grimace I myself abhor,
A shape shifter converting matter into living hoaxes,
Parading frauds marching across souls and corpses,
I've found your acceptance entertaining as I molested your trust,
I've assassinated integrity and faithfulness with lies and lust,
As you flee from my trap and seek a haven I will certainly annihilate ,
You've been ensnared from the beginning and sinking at a flying rate,
Solace raped by my will to deface every ounce of your honesty,
Fire squads decimate angels and execute the impeccable flawlessly,
I provoke desire and eliminate the hope of peace and amity,
My rhythm is chaotic and apocalyptic laced with battered calamity,
Shattered insanity tossing misled souls into the mouth of the beast,
I grip you inner thoughts just to be buried alive amongst the deceased,
I silently make my way and violently play my games,
Rivers of blood flowing beneath my feet and setting churches in flames,
I've decorated your clouded vision with holograms and illusions,
I've dragged you away from wandering ears and into seclusion,
Your please for mercy and help are only for my secret pleasures,
Gladly send your family your remnants in flesh stuffed letters,
Just another victim to treasure as I place your hearts into lockets,
I'm just as satisfied as I add another useless corpse to my closet,
I haven't written in a while, just trying some words.
Carried deep within the midst of my soul,
I am but a child,
Lost with no rode,
My eyes seek,
But there is nothing to be sought,
My outer skin,
Awaiting its death,
Eventually cracking,
An unhumanely rot,
This life's circumstances,
Afixxed me this way,
Made me lose control,
My skin's its dismay,
Lies cut the skin like pure hate,
Leaving scars and lines,
An unfortunate mate,
Like a husband beats his victim,
I am the result of the worlds hate upon itself,
Nothing to heal but all of its doubt,
I await,
Looking towards a horizon lit by words of pain,
Watching a light fire build in the sky,
Burning down the day and the nite,
Hearing the mornings cries,
As a child awaits,
Yes a child waits,
There is nothing to look forward...
sunny.
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WELL HELLO THERE FATTY!! i am a girl
MY ONLY LOVE SPRUNG FROM MY ONLY HATE
-Shakespeare
Smallest things set me off I can never predict
My emotion's from minute to minute
From a sea of despair to a pile of not fair
To a fuck this why- me I'm in it
Is it time
That is mine to adjust and go on?
Is it wise to revise how to deal with what's gone?
cannot cry anymore cannot sleep any less
Words of pain in my heart coming out at last.
There is so much that is scarred
my internal network twists and turns
malfunction is far from the word
I want to use.
There is so much more to the life in me
it has split and rewove itself so many times before.
People can only see the skin outside
the threads of hate and love look the same
dyed by own thought-out-lies.
I am this mask for now
but underneath I am fighting
this age old demon of mine.
Together the hands of love
are uniting together
to rebuild this nation
that is me.
The Dark Room XV -- Come Join In
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