One floating and insignificant speck in an infinite universe, a biological, pathological, psychological incomprehensible hardly defensibly being, seeing the fleeing fleeting, earth depleting, self defeating and repeating inept look at the adept precept we intercept.
Just a monster on repeat, just the general's defeat, just the random outburst, just the best of the worst. I'm first one to be last, and the future of the past. I don't make sense, I lost that since. I don't make change, I'm fucked up not strange.
I'm insane, inane, introspective, introverted and out of production. I'm got sharp teeth, underneath. Dull knives, and no lives.
I am part of the problem not the solution. I'm the soul that you condemn, I'm the pollution. I'm the toxin left, that can't be cured, the poison theft, your fines procured. I'm part of the machine, not the angel in the dream, I'm the devil that I seem, I'm the torment in the scream.
I'm all the above, and dwelling below, the crosscurrent trapped in the undertow. I'm the enlightened darkness and the illuminated,shadow fumigated,subjugated,alternated,underrated, heading from the firefight. Looking for some insight to recite to ignite the midnight's bright lights.
Just left of the right, just right of the wrong,Two rounds from the fight, last verse in the song. My voice may be loud, but no one will hear. My mind isn't proud, but it's purged of fear
The Monster who escaped his cage, the mad man lost within his rage, the beast who walks among the men, the repeat who won't be again. The only thing I never did, was burn the place in which I hid. The only thing they never said ,was if I'm living are you dead. As I scream the demons know, what only time and fate could show.
Just a monster on repeat, just the general's defeat, just the random outburst, just the best of the worst. I'm first one to be last, and the future of the past. I don't make sense, I lost that since. I don't make change, I'm fucked up not strange.
I'm insane, inane, introspective, introverted and out of production. I'm got sharp teeth, underneath. Dull knives, and no lives.
I am part of the problem not the solution. I'm the soul that you condemn, I'm the pollution. I'm the toxin left, that can't be cured, the poison theft, your fines procured. I'm part of the machine, not the angel in the dream, I'm the devil that I seem, I'm the torment in the scream.
I'm all the above, and dwelling below, the crosscurrent trapped in the undertow. I'm the enlightened darkness and the illuminated,shadow fumigated,subjugated,alternated,underrated, heading from the firefight. Looking for some insight to recite to ignite the midnight's bright lights.
Just left of the right, just right of the wrong,Two rounds from the fight, last verse in the song. My voice may be loud, but no one will hear. My mind isn't proud, but it's purged of fear
The Monster who escaped his cage, the mad man lost within his rage, the beast who walks among the men, the repeat who won't be again. The only thing I never did, was burn the place in which I hid. The only thing they never said ,was if I'm living are you dead. As I scream the demons know, what only time and fate could show.
- Last seen 6 hours ago. Member since December 15, 2007.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 68 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Disconnected from reality, mind mind slips slowly into an intangible void, even though you may see me, or even shake my hand I simply am not there ".
- I am a guy from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm the last bird on a dead tree..
- Visit my homepage at evil.com
- I am in the groups Abstract Insanity, Devourers of Darkness, Lady of Dreams
- I have 68 comments, 1 contest, 208 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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Eyes as black as midnight skies
softly speak your little lies -
Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, hallelujah lock and load!
My gun's pointing to the road of perdition, violence's all it showed.74 lines, 1 comment, May 29 -
Twisted dreams and pictures that remain haunting me,
Restoring the pain, I can't see the face that is taunting me.29 lines, May 29
My Poetry
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Know my eyes will never close
In spite of every road I chose71 lines, October 19
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x--nocturnia--x on October 22
~hugs you tightly~
CROW!!! I am NOT mad at you! If it's because of my formal, blunt mannerwhen adressing things with you, please forgive me this. I have beem online recently not always in a pleasant mood. I have not meant to offend you! I adore you, really. You're fun! The note in WA was because you asked why I keep deleteing things - I was just answering your query, as I forgot to reply to the message directly. My snootiness in TT is completely false - I'm just teasing. You are awfully clever, my deear.
To be honest, I miss interacting with you. That's why i asked you to play the other day. I would very much like to engage in an RP with you
You're still one of my favourite authors, and It's ok. You don't reallly have red hair (secretly, I want to be auburn!) and it wouldn't matter if you did, I've just never picked on someone for being a red-nut before ^.^
I miss hanging out with ya Crow - sorry again if it was my bluntness and formality that got to you.
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Evenstar on August 23well. I'd be lucky no #4 to sign your guestbook.It really is true that you're an amazing writer,because most of it is just flawless rhyme and power.you write vividly.
keep on going with AP,we're all glad you're here. at least i can say that for Liz and i. -
x--nocturnia--x on August 14I never thought about it, but I've never signed your guestbook!!
There is something about you Crow that I find very special. I can't say I'd blame you if you couldn't give a rats ass. But I figured, to sign I'd better let anyone who reads this know...
I think you are an absofuckinglutely genius poet. The exaggeration is intended. I mean it; I love your work, and always have. Remember writing together? We should do that again sometime!
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Lost Vampyre Angel on January 15*shakes you* damn you, you are missed! heh anyway *controls herself* return to us soon my lovely feathered crow
