I'll be adding all of my new poems under this thread, i'm to lazy to dig my old poems and add them here, in anyway, here is one that i wrote today: Untouchable reality insane insanity mental instability Nights of no sleep reflections from the deep scattered memories... In the mirror, lives a man, long wildered hair, eyes of unrest Who the fuck is this? Sounds of a beast, echoe in my room, Introvert perception of a madman. Leave me alone! give me back my feel, you are not real! Fools, murderers! Massacers of sanity. I, I want to, fly away, Touch the deep blue sky, and drift away, on the wicked cloudships that navigate in the endless blue.
Hehe, well, i wrote a random text this night, it was 3 am and i couldn't sleep, and my head was rushing like a madman... i sometimes have those wicked moods. Ever wondered what insanity feels like? Let me tell you this friend. Hit your forehead with a hammer and read on. Insanity is like the smell of dried blood and it tastes like rust. You see this image of a drooling dog? no no, not a hungry one my friend, but thirsty... bloodthirst. Blood is a medicine for the insane, it feeds your madness. Insanity and chaos come hand in hand, how long till you loose yourself, and madness eates away your bones and flesh. And bet on this friend, huge holes in your brain will appear soon. Might aswell kill your family and then hang yourself, i mean, in the end, insanity is all the same.
I ran trough a jungle, It had large buildings, high and cold. There where these weird creatures, you would probably call them monkeys. They pointed at me, and laughed like the demons in my nightmares. There was no way out, i was imprisoned, the large concrete walls surrounded me. I shouted back at the monkeys, to go away. But they mutliplied, and then, there were thousands of them. Thousand screams of laughter. As i ran, from the demons of my dreams, i came by a large pit, it said, A way out. I jumped into this pit, ready for the unkown. And awoke, falling of my bed. Remains of a nasty dreaM.
Thanks welsh Here's another one: Hate. Hatred feeds, the darkest emotions. It makes you powerfull, you can destroy cities. Destruction, gives meaning to ones live. Who has lost the false words of kindness, dissappeared, from their memorie. You know, i like hate, Less painfull then love. Hate cures all the pains, and all your sad feelins. Come people, let us kill eachother, I think, i would like that.
Here's a text i wrote it's called: Order of hate and insanity Yesterday, When i was wandering, in this dream. There were this people. The priests of a new religion. They said to me "Ey man, you are one of us, come over, and join us in a drink". They led me into this weird tower. On the roofsealing, there were angels hanging on ropes. I think they were dead. Blood from the angels dripped down in this large stone reservoir. One of th epriests in a black robe gave me this bronze goblet with a red substance in it. I think it was whine. The priest said "See that naked lady over there, take this knife friend". I walked to her, said "Savior of soul, i thank you" Sliced her throat and washed myself in her blood. Everyone raised there voices and shouted "Welcome, Welcome, a new one is born, let us drink, till there is nothing left to drink" Happyness, joy, family, no regret. We drank the angel's whine, and washed ourselves in the blood of the innocent. I think, i'll go back tonight, it was the greatest fun. Friends, you should all come with me!
Hear me friends! Today, we will cleanse. Join me in my march of hate! We will go from city to city, drag children out of their houses, impale them on the wooden fences! blood will color the streets, and turn day into red dawn. Hate HATE hate, come on, lets march, bring doom, destroy. We will gather families, feed them to the wild boars. If you march with us, take a knife, and some green pills! Down with them, murder all of them! Join me, let the day bring peace. Let us march to our new era.
Days, long, vague, untouchable time. Time has died, together with meaning. As i wait here, waiting for dead. Prepared to vanish. Life is a ridiculouse thing. Personal strives, that is meaning. Meaning is blind, blind fools. Come and get me, black wanderer of the afterlife, i will come with you.
I would like to have some alcohol, You know, and maybe some pot, and some of that other stuff. Go to that other place, that calm place, a place of peace, I don't know how to find it, I asked the man next door, he said it is a place, that does not exist. But i saw it! Liars! Give me more of this stuff.. soon i will go..
Emptyness, there is nothing, outside this four wall room. My family, my friends, all vague memories. Only this one insane mind, and a bunch of painkillers. Where is the damn exit? is there someone, who wants to show me? The path, that leads to salvation. I need it, or else, my head, won't hold. Is there someone who can knock, on the door, if there is one. Where, where, what i'm i doing here.
Dreams, A place of light. The light that has, vanished from reality, the real world, a dark place. Death is a long dream, Eternal dream, endless sleep. Maybe, i need a long long sleep. I think, i'll do one last sleep. Dreams are such a nicer place to live in.
You know friends, and less friendly friends, I like the loss of meaning, it makes you become more aware, of this rotten and sick world, i found out, that beauty and perfection are mere illusions. A strive for meaning. You know friends, we should all drop our strives, and start this cult, we'll name it : Cult of the meaningless shitheads. ---- From here on i'll stop writing english poems and focus on dutch poems, as i feel that i lack the vocaubalry to let my poems come alive.
