The more i see the less i scream
The figure 8 inside out is infinity
The naked lightbulb is always wrong
They make your break complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I once impersonated a shopwork dummy
The levi jean has always been stronger than the uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons in the west wing at night
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I am a student in Reading, England (originally from near Manchester), my biggest influences are Keats, Poe and the Manic Street Preachers and anyone who has heard their first 4 albums probably knows why. I write for fun and because words mean so much to me, I'm pretty isolated and internal and I seem to clam up easily in public situations. I have some bizarre OCD behaviourial patterns. I love the Simpsons and Blackadder. I struggle to sleep sometimes. I am not sure how talented I am as my poetry has been very private until now but I want to improve so all criticism is welcome (as is praise, naturally).
Swallowing doses of oblivion.
Carson McCullers - Gore Vidal said her "genius for prose remains one of the few satisfying achievements of our second-rate culture."
'If you were half as smart as you imagine you are you'd clean up your act'.
'Life's like coin collecting, it stopped being fun a long time ago'.
"Architecture does really exist, like Coca-Cola: though coated with ideology, it is a real production, falsely satisfying a falsified need... Modern capitalism, which organizes the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, is incapable of presenting any spectacle other than that of our own alienation". - Raoul Vaneigem, 'Internationale Situationniste' #6
I KNOW I BELIEVE IN NOTHING BUT IT IS MY NOTHING
"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world."
Octave Mirbeau - 'The Torture Garden'
Manic Street Preachers - 'Of Walking Abortion' (first verse)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake or phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
"I should have been, I don’t know, a con-man, a robber or a prostitute. But it was vanity that made me choose painting, vanity and chance" - Francis Bacon
"The art critics are useless or harmful" - Manifesto of Futurism
“Acedia or sloth…is the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing and only remains alive because there is nothing to die for.” - Dorothy L Sayers
Legend
Richey James Edwards, lyricist and guitar 'player' with Manic Street Preachers.
Richey was loved by many, worshipped by many, an idol to many. He was such a great lyric writer, he was so articulate at expressing his feelings. He was full of slogans and quotes. He has been an inspiration to many bands that have come along since The Manics; Pete Doherty wrote a letter to the NME about him before The Libertines went big, bands such as My Chemical Romance, Kinesis, The Horrors, Towers of London, Johnny Panic and Green Day all owe a debt to him in terms of lyrics, attitude or performance, and indeed the whole emo movement sometimes comes across as a watered down Richey tribute!
Carved '4 real' into his arm after the bands authenticity was questioned (see face picture).
Condemned to Rock N Roll - Manic Street Preachers
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves
The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe
A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock 'n'
Condemned to rock 'n' roll
No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reasons for just living life
Ripcord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy
This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing, pestilience, a seed
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock 'n'
Oblivions all we know
The figure 8 inside out is infinity
The naked lightbulb is always wrong
They make your break complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I once impersonated a shopwork dummy
The levi jean has always been stronger than the uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons in the west wing at night
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
Riderless horses on chomsky's camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I am a student in Reading, England (originally from near Manchester), my biggest influences are Keats, Poe and the Manic Street Preachers and anyone who has heard their first 4 albums probably knows why. I write for fun and because words mean so much to me, I'm pretty isolated and internal and I seem to clam up easily in public situations. I have some bizarre OCD behaviourial patterns. I love the Simpsons and Blackadder. I struggle to sleep sometimes. I am not sure how talented I am as my poetry has been very private until now but I want to improve so all criticism is welcome (as is praise, naturally).
Swallowing doses of oblivion.
Carson McCullers - Gore Vidal said her "genius for prose remains one of the few satisfying achievements of our second-rate culture."
'If you were half as smart as you imagine you are you'd clean up your act'.
'Life's like coin collecting, it stopped being fun a long time ago'.
"Architecture does really exist, like Coca-Cola: though coated with ideology, it is a real production, falsely satisfying a falsified need... Modern capitalism, which organizes the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, is incapable of presenting any spectacle other than that of our own alienation". - Raoul Vaneigem, 'Internationale Situationniste' #6
I KNOW I BELIEVE IN NOTHING BUT IT IS MY NOTHING
"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world."
Octave Mirbeau - 'The Torture Garden'
Manic Street Preachers - 'Of Walking Abortion' (first verse)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake or phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
"I should have been, I don’t know, a con-man, a robber or a prostitute. But it was vanity that made me choose painting, vanity and chance" - Francis Bacon
"The art critics are useless or harmful" - Manifesto of Futurism
“Acedia or sloth…is the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing and only remains alive because there is nothing to die for.” - Dorothy L Sayers
Legend
Richey James Edwards, lyricist and guitar 'player' with Manic Street Preachers.
Richey was loved by many, worshipped by many, an idol to many. He was such a great lyric writer, he was so articulate at expressing his feelings. He was full of slogans and quotes. He has been an inspiration to many bands that have come along since The Manics; Pete Doherty wrote a letter to the NME about him before The Libertines went big, bands such as My Chemical Romance, Kinesis, The Horrors, Towers of London, Johnny Panic and Green Day all owe a debt to him in terms of lyrics, attitude or performance, and indeed the whole emo movement sometimes comes across as a watered down Richey tribute!
Carved '4 real' into his arm after the bands authenticity was questioned (see face picture).
Condemned to Rock N Roll - Manic Street Preachers
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves
The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe
A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock 'n'
Condemned to rock 'n' roll
No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reasons for just living life
Ripcord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy
This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing, pestilience, a seed
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock 'n'
Oblivions all we know
- Last seen right now. Member since February 26.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 66 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Tired and ailing".
- I am a 21 year old man (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm listening to music or watching tv or reading..


- I have 66 comments, 17 poems
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The title references Kyd's 'The Spanish Tragedy'.21 lines, 2 comments, October 14
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Or indeed any hard living embodiment of poetic spirit. RIP13 lines, 3 comments, October 12
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Had to be economical with words, always a struggle.
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kimbo xox bimbo on October 7awe thanks! it'll be good to know someone on here since I'm new =]
hope we become friends!!!
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sky black on May 31Hi there, love the stuff you have written on your page!
I'm originally from Manchester too
was wondering which part? Bloody small world! Lol xx -
August Starlight on March 9I LOVE your username!
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Oh.My.Juliet : (: on March 3Hey! Thanks so much for the comment on my poem! I really appreciate it(:
I hope your day is awesome!
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