NIN_NOOL Posted August 23, 2003 Been denied access I was, Betrayed by my own, Seen all, cried for all. Performed tasks to save your asses, Born with the evil witches, saved the bitjes. Wizards gone in the blizzard. Merchants and their serpents surround us. Birds of prey are above us. Who is me for I shall see till the end. I watched my friend grow and die, Progress is slow, Hope is low, and believe to achieve or leave. All we need is enlightenment! The impulse of hell will scorch your souls, I will see you live and die, All you'll see is eternal life full and sorrow and happiness. I will live till my end. Thus will feel your pain and prosperity. I will achieve my goal, peace for all, Never will it end. Who is me? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Haseena Posted August 26, 2003 I used to write for love for things I thought I knew I always happened to be someone who did not trust a ghost I commanded a sight a perfection of night Needed a light to see what’s hiding out side People came to me just to hold my mind To control my source and the things that made me to be I wonder why they hurt me like that am I not nice to their state I feel to be much older now 20 years old and broken inside So much distaste and closure of hate so many people killed me late I had a plan for this people of mine gave them my hope and with that bested their line Freedom came at last yet it captured my tongue forced me out out of this group why am I sad how come I feel this loss not so many rejections I had to let live even stand side by side expressions experience both last a while tends to prick your spirit never makes your forget forgive not always what does you wrong but it’s not many that comes inside your heart I am not writing to make you think to get you out or make you stare I write to ease and prepare my soul provoke it for what I have come to see lately I’ve lived and folded my needs occupied all my thoughts into one thing I’ve fallen inside so many times all those periods I lost a great thing I hope not to loose again Found me my root my soul the real thing I was created to uplift Of mankind two kinds are alive one that’s good and another that’s bad I’ve chosen my side where I should belong evil I’ve pointed out of my tide Evil I now have given a name, set standards as what it could be For me it is what my lord hate and dislike what kills my faith and discharges my fate A new way of living I many times proceeded to get but sadly turned out to a loss one major cause That loss only being not having my Creator near my chest observed by every sense and worshipped by every thought within it was bad days dark years many I’ve been through some I thought even to be fun but deep down something was wrong I love this now to know inside what I want and that being to be a neat person not a hypocrite that being less than a clean person one heart only living to pray and hail the reason it exists I’m sad actually even though I’ve reached my potential being I’m sad over the times I have lost The times which I didn’t even remember my God, the hours I did not repent or gave a sad mind a thought to keep, I am truly sad for the amount of time I lost when I was astray Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
OG_Girl Posted August 27, 2003 Who am I! I don't know where I came from I don't know where life is leading me, Some times I am harsh, some times soft, A lot of heartache, U telling me don’t cry baby? I cried and cried but seems nothing helps My pain, ooh too much for me, Who am I? I am lost kid, life too fast for me, Nothing seems slow for me, Scared, life will pass me by I got to be brave But how I can be brave While I am lost my direction I got to be brave to survive I have to be brave PS:This is not a poet jusy my feelings I drow it' as u see i just drow my feeling first , brain storm then later I come and correct spelling and grammer's mistakes Salam Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted August 27, 2003 I Commit bigotry with "I" self, Though i pray i place doubt on shelf Than,Obressing questions like, who iz me? The defiance of enemy in me fights the descency in me, creating no peace,torn in two piece violence don't cease people don't see just granted so free And hopefully one of me might flee to see what it be without me!! Can it be A B without C? No,but otha half retaliate later fully powered like navigator to see who'z inner-greater can 'A" which is me be instigator???? If not,excuze me,than who iz me... ---s.u.b.l.i.m.i.n.a.l---At---I'ts---.m.i.n.i.m.u.m---- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NIN_NOOL Posted August 29, 2003 I sit in one of the corners Of a unknown Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade : Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives ; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the still night. Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From begining until now That has driven a culture mad, Find what occurred in a place we call home, What huge imago made A psychopathic people : I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return. Exiled peoples knew All that a speech can say About Democracy, And what warlords do, The elderly rubbish they talk To an apathetic grave ; Analysed them all in their books, The enlightenment driven away, The habit-forming pain, Mismanagement and grief : We must suffer them again and again. Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse : But who can live for long In an euphoric dream ; Out of the mirror they stare, Imperialism's face And the international wrong. Faces along the street Cling to their average day : The lights must never go out The music must always play, All the conventions conspire To make this fort assume The furniture of home ; Lest we should see where we are Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good. All I have is a voice To undo the unfolded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky : There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone ; Hunger allows no choice To them or us ; We must love one another or die. Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies ; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic flashes of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages : May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites