ExTReMe FrEAk's Poetry Thread
ExTReMe FrEAk
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From now on, everything goes in here that I write. If it is a sonnet, it will go into here, and the challenge thread.
I'm going to go ahead and put my previous poems in here, in the order I posted them. This saves space
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***NOTE*** I have been seeing a lot of spelling errors in my work... When I see them, I fix them... but I still miss a few. If you see any spelling errors, or what might be a spelling error, please PM me about it .
New poems added on
Sep 4th
My Love (Percival J. Periwinkle style) w/ Percival reading it
Sep 3rd
Mourn the Victims
Sep 2nd:
Andrew (Acrostic)
Aug 31st:
Dance for a Witch
Aug 30th:
Youthful Regression
Earth, Reborn
Astral Freedom
I'm going to go ahead and put my previous poems in here, in the order I posted them. This saves space
.***NOTE*** I have been seeing a lot of spelling errors in my work... When I see them, I fix them... but I still miss a few. If you see any spelling errors, or what might be a spelling error, please PM me about it
.New poems added on
Sep 4th
My Love (Percival J. Periwinkle style) w/ Percival reading it
Sep 3rd
Mourn the Victims
Sep 2nd:
Andrew (Acrostic)
Aug 31st:
Dance for a Witch
Aug 30th:
Youthful Regression
Earth, Reborn
Astral Freedom
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
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I take the time to realize there is complete silence
I feel the moister from the clouds settle on my body
I look at the sun through my eye lids
I get a very warm feeling through my whole body
As I lay here in the clouds, I think of nothing
My body begins to get more relaxed
My legs seem to disappear
I think on this, while I’m still relaxed
They are floating away in the clouds
Once I feel this through my mind, it begins to happen to my arms
They begin floating away into nothing
It makes me feel better
I now feel my body start to do the same thing
It’s drifting and floating, away from me
It’s just me and my head, with the radiant sun
I feel my head begin to vanish
I am still here, but my head is leaving
How odd this is, but there’s still beauty in the sun
My head is now gone, it’s just me my sun
My sun, my son, your beauty still comes
I see all around, and you are my son
Although you had left, I have now come
You fill my spirit with the warmth of the sun
Just relax, take a hold of this cord
The silver still shimmers for you and your mom
Take it please, and go to your mom
My time will come, to join you my son
As the flame dances on its wick
The alter seems so beautiful
The cloak seems to flow
As the tip of the knife begins to carve
The markings begin to show
The wood seems softer
As the shapes come together
The stone work is beautiful
The water is pure
As oil and salt blend under candle light
The energy begins to rise
My body now pulses
As energies now increase
The spirits are kind
The love is showing
As sun sets in the distance
The woods now glow
My soul is released
As the animals come to watch
How lovely they look on this sunset
My body falls limp
As I ascend above
The glaze is perfect
My understanding grows
As I become a drop in the collective
My journey is complete
As the fear sets in
Will I come down?
Or keep my head in space?
It seems so strange
Four hours ago I used it
Three hours ago it was worthless
Two hours ago it kicked in
Now I am lost in my own thoughts
It truly was from Arizona
Some of the best I’ve ever had
I hope not to break my mind
But it seems that’s where I’m heading
Purple hands caress my sides
As my tail drags behind me
The ground eats my legs
As the walls shake my hands
Why does this always have to happen this way?
I asked myself, as I look at my headache
At least I would have if I could had the ability to think
As the intensity still yet starts to rise
I am tossed into an abyss
In this play, nothing can be comprehended
Only seen, if you would call that seeing
I could feel the vibrations began to course through my body
This is when the fear gets worse
As I look at my hand, it begins to melt
But was it truly my hand?
Where the hell am I?
Why can I hear my woods speak to me?
I wish I could grasp their words
This does not help me
I close my eyes, just to find that makes it worse
I scream without words, as the chair picks me up
Then runs me to the lake
It heaves me in as far as it can
I breathe the water, and find relaxation
As a walleye smiles at me
He leads me somewhere
Somewhere dry, where he can walk
I see a stick in his hands
He points it right at me
I hear a bang, and see a flash
I was then all over
As the day begs for a time which it slept
Since before our lives the sun has been bright
And the dew in the dark has always crept
Lives passed and came at their own willingness
Yet it seems I have always remained here
Light brings warmth, night brings comforting caress
Sitting by two powers brings on some wear
I feel as though my age is catching me
Aches and pains from mysterious places
Oh in my youth, I truly had been free
If I could just flip back a few pages
When I have become youthful forever
Light and Dark, we’ll always be together
Calm and beautiful is this barren reef
Nothing for miles but the calm wave’s lies
As I look up, I see a cold storm breathe
Churning and lashing, the seas are angered
Sing softly Manannan, lend me your hand
Your tricks and illusion bring us danger
The hull is cracked, is this your great plan
The rain felt cooler now, as did on our heads
We drink beauty of our long journeys end
She, who is our mistress, puts us to bed
Manannan Mac Lir, now truly our friend
Bitter water, had then touched my lips
The spark within me, now comes to grips
-No fear -No worries
-No feeling -No strain
Who cares of death?
This pain is still working
When my heart is broke
I’m in my darkest hours
My pleasure swells, before it crests
While I’m at my lowest, my ego shatters
Emotional masochistic, that’s what it’s called
Creating pleasure from pain
Sweeter than your lips
I’ll accept without shame
Then it all falls out, in great disappointment
Once I acknowledge self gratification
The pain crawls away
Leaving memories of anguished saturation
At the same hill, there is always a presence
The shadows conceal my mysterious companion
At this hill, I am never alone
The path is bare on my journey home
Except for the hill, where this creature roams
I stop and look around, only hearing rustling in the weeds
I can feel a stare, which I can not hone
I see its shape on these nights
A man, a beast, a deer, a car
It changes and changes, and won’t leave me alone
It may still its movements, to let me know
On this road, I am never alone
My mind is troubled by this thought
This thing stalks my approach on every night
Why does it show, does it mean me harm?
Mysterious and dark, it slows my heart
For days and nights, growing wise to the way
With never a thought, what he left behind
Resting his mind, from his path he won’t stray
Shadows wrap around him entirely
He’s charmed the night to accompany him
Light strains snap a thought, you should cry for me
The trees respond, For you, we bow our limbs
Their leaves had fell, as they wept for the night
The winds then chilled, leaving tears on the ground
The man then was covered in a bright white
Radiance so bright, life sprang all around
As all the great seasons come and then go
This man takes their lives, to help them grow
I realize what had been done
I was told it was the last thing that would be done
Never realizing, that meant it was on the list
It’s frightening how true people can be to words
“It is the word of God, and you must obey!” He screamed as I kept walking.
He had grabbed me firmly, across my wrists, and then he started shaking me.
“Jesus, free this man of the devil… He is innocent! Though heathen, he will find his way to you!” He began to yell, as the shock of his actions leave me.
I clinched up my fists, and released my wrists, and drove him into the ground.
“If you are the medium in which Jesus lies, then lies are all that you have said. If you touch me again, you’ll be feeling worse than Jesus’ head, wearing his crown on his cross. Jesus had suffered for all of man’s sins, so why don’t you give him a rest?” I had said softly.
The man had quivered, and looked to my eyes, then told of his sins.
“You won’t get far confessing to me, for I am your Satan… It is because of me that you listen in church, but when you die, I’ll tuck you to bed.” I had said to the man for effect.
“Blasphemer!” He had exclaimed.
“Idolater!” I had replied.
“Why do you reject my words?” He had said with a tear in his eye.
“Your words are you own, they are not mine.” I had told him with a sympathetic sigh.
“Who are you to defy God!” He screamed in a burst of rage.
“I am my own, your views aren’t mine.” I had told him as I helped him up. “It hurts when defied by a strangers mind, don’t you agree?”
He looked at me, and began to realize that not everyone views his law.
“What should I do? I feel deceived about the word of Christ. Where do I go? What should I believe?..” He rambled as I cut him off.
“You believe what you want, that is our gift, and what you have tried to take away from others. If not religion, there is at least one thing you can be sure of, people have sex with each other.”
With a smile, he had left, now realizing mortality. We all die some day, in various ways, why should we be fed by others?
I had never seen what they seem to see
I cannot be who they want me to be
Their egos above me, I want to crawl
For months at a time, my life had to stall
A shroud of darkness had come around me
Hiding in the shadows had always been key
Am I real? Because my feelings gone dull
In the mirror I stare myself eye to eye
This man is to be no one but himself
I think to myself; my soul swells and crests
The book slams shut and then placed on the shelf
Then the memories were leashed up like pets
The darkness within me left with a sigh
Take away the feels that care
The more we struggle the deeper we get
Intertwined in the branches of trees of life and death
We are changing, ascending
Becoming true balance of dark and light
The arms of the scale of good and evil
Twelve dark spirits will bring this world down
For this I will cry
Twelve light spirits will build it back up
For this I will smile
Twelve evil beings will give this world pain
For this I will scream
Twelve good beings will give this world bliss
For this I will believe
All will be appointed
We will bring them to
They will find each other
There is nothing to survive
Brimstone and fire will fall from the sky
The seas will all begin to rise
The winds will snap and spin
As the Earth quakes your lives
All will be reborn
With only ourselves to start new ways
The sun is reborn deep inside of me
Discarding this cast-off reality
In my soul, I am free to roam
Arcs and flecks everywhere
I see what was once there
However, blind to what is now
Memories discharged throughout time
With no focus, yet a focus on everything
Doors and windows placed where they could not be
Astral sight of melting hands, hands which were never there
Behind the door awaits is my mind
The door stepped out of a tree into a meadow
This meadow was bare, for all but plant life
The air kissed my cheek as I felt the soft dew
I could smell the freedom of my mind
In the center of this place, a wide open area
With nothing there, but a rope hung from the sky
How strange a site before my eyes
I climb the rope, then went deeper inside
The rope is gone and I am surrounded by water
As the currents flow across my body
Such sweet currents to relax me
I drift as though it were I holding myself
How wonderful this is
But I still don’t understand
Theses places I’ve been…
Are they who I am?
really nice writting freakY
thank you for sharing ...
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
They you for all the positive reinforcement.
I had danced once again
‘Possessed by the Devil’ they say
They’ll put me to a rope for him
But it was really worth it, dancing in the woods
Joy and freedom around me
But now they’ll put me down for good…
For this great sin…
They slip the rope around my neck
The knot sits in front of me
They ask for final words
I told them, “from this rope, I dance again”
They kicked the barrel out
I am suspended from my chin
As I promised them with final words
I had began to dance again
The rope kept getting tighter
As my movements slowed a bit
I danced and danced, it made me proud
I danced ‘till my end
i agree with the grecian goddess
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
All these burdens wear me like a
Noose. I am standing on a sharp blade
Darkened with the blood of those who stood before the
Raging demons. My heart and mind pleas; sorrow is not
Enough for these beasts. They thirst for my soul. The soul
Which now contains the poison of dark repetition.
***Comment*** Not only does this peice contain my name (which is why it is an acrostic)... but when I wrote that.... it described my inner conflict of dealing with depression. The worst part of the depression wasn't the fact that I was depressed, but how it would swing all the time. I would never go manic, or normal, I would go from depressed, to zombie all the time. I would act without knowing; I could watch myself do things, but could do nothing to stop myself from doing them... That is where this peice is coming from, a sane moment with me and the paper.
Tonight I dance for the lives that were spared.
There will be mourning for those who had not a chance for morning.
Let my words spread love and compassion to all.
i like this EF.. thank you for sharing.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
That night had been very lonely and sad
I had nothing more than a broken heart
With my actions, I made her very mad
Time was spent alone, ‘till I fell apart
Why didn’t she understand how I feel?
She had never returned my love for her
Why had it been my heart she had to steal?
It is revenge, with my self I concur
I then prepared my 9mm
I was going to her to show my love
Her words I noted, seemed a touch sweeter
She said she had missed me, at least kind of
I looked into her eyes with much vigor
We shared love, and then I pulled the trigger
Percival himself reading the sonnet
***comments would be appreciated
Here it is played forward
Go ahead and try to guess it first...
Here it is backwards
Do you understand it now? If not, just ask what it says.
that totally took my breath away
R.I.P
nice writting as always...
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA