Fuck it all and fuck you.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
No peaceful thoughts
No wishful wants to be true
Just empty, numb, and without
Not one single day wraps me in happiness
I carry the incredible plague called pain

Trust and love have been denied in my eyes
Only cold black shrouds me in rainy funeral clouds
No more everywhere is where I am
Now nothing is more empty than who I am
The sea that once was held in my hands is now a desert lost and forgotten
I wanted to drown
No I fry
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    No peaceful thoughts
    No wishful wants to be true
    Just empty, numb, and without
    Not one single day wraps me in happiness
    I carry the incredible plague called pain

    Trust and love have been denied in my eyes
    Only cold black shrouds me in rainy funeral clouds
    Always no more everywhere is where I am
    Now nothing is more empty than who I am
    The sea that once was held in my hands is now a desert lost and forgotten
    I wanted to drown
    Now I fry
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Cheer up Chad, you're bringing me down today :o:)

    I like it though.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Jeremy1012 wrote:
    Cheer up Chad, you're bringing me down today :o:)

    I like it though.

    oh it gets a whole hell of a lot worse than this one, bud.
    and thank you.

    i actually was very premature in adding it to this place.
    i actually just added another 12 lines, give or take.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    No peaceful thoughts
    No wishful wants to be true
    Just empty, numb, and without
    Not one single day wraps me in happiness
    I carry the incredible plague called pain

    Trust and love have been denied in my eyes
    Only cold black shrouds me in rainy funeral clouds
    Always no more everywhere is where I am
    Now nothing is more empty than who I am
    The sea that once was held in my hands is now a desert lost and forgotten
    I wanted to drown
    Now I fry

    And what is left behind reminds me of why I sleep away each and every day
    And everyday is in fact barrowed time
    May my tomb be dug sooner than later
    Let me die
    Just let me forever rest low

    And to the grim reaper
    Come and collect my soul you fucking pussy
    Take me home and burn me deep
    Scorch my blood
    Tear me apart boiling
    Consume my charred flesh
    It has only become rotten anyway
    I could give a fuck less
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Brisk.Brisk. Posts: 11,561
    Don't usually find myself around these parts but cool poem?

    I'm intrigued by this following part.

    ''The sea that once was held in my hands is now a desert lost and forgotten
    I wanted to drown
    Now I fry''

    Wondered if you could explain that?
  • The ChampThe Champ Posts: 4,063
    Don't worry Chad, 2009 will bring you happiness :)..
    'I want to hurry home to you
    put on a slow, dumb show for you
    and crack you up
    so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
    god I'm very, very frightening
    and I'll overdo it'
  • Grace7Grace7 Posts: 53
    As he brushed by to stop me I hadn't noticed the guitar in his hand
    he blushed lightly he began to sing he looked in my eyes with love and I tremled at the promise
    I felt my ring and walked back to the lie.
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    your a good poet friend
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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