Laying Dormant- Poems

[_xX_Frosty_Xx_]

T.H.U.G. L.I.F.E.

A little Crip boy
Twelve years of age
Actin' all hard like his life's on stage
Working on corners, making over minumum wage
Angry at the world like a bird in a cage
Nothing can contain his rage.
He hates any who oppose him
He barely acknowledges anyone who knows him
Some say he has a heart, but he never shows it.

As he gets older, his ego gets bigger
One thing about him, he hates racism
He dispatches anyone who calls him a n*****
Mad as if he's blinded by liquor.
Five bullets embeded around his tattoo
"Thug Life" across his chest
Shot so many time's like he's a bullet proof vest
Hasn't died yet, so he claims to be the best.


After C-Walking all night in a club
The boy intends to prove he's a thug
Or so it seems....
He pulls up to a bank
All he wanted was some money from the ATM
But the crooked cops stopped and looked @ him
"Hey boy, why you out @ 1:00?"
As if he was reaching for a gun he went for his pocket
The cops took out their guns, proceeded to unlock it
A shot rang out
A scream came out
As he fell on the ground his fist opened up
To reviel a blue flower, no reason to kill.
Remember, next time you pull out a gun,
"The Hate U Give Lil' Infants Fucks Everyone"



<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: _xX_Frosty_Xx_ on 2002-04-21 12:43 ]</font>

[ABDUR101]

Damn...powerful power man! Keep it up

*just woke up from a rest*
No poem o_O

[Psylocke]

Sharing my misery with total strangers since 1992...


My Tortured Soul

Twisted shadows on the floor
Half-formed spectres in the corner
They watch my every movement
They come quickly to snatch each tear that falls
My pain feeds them; makes them stronger
While I grow ever weaker.
The shadows shift and grow
They engulf the room and me.
My world is dark and cold
Misty with my tears.
There is no hope of escape.
No one can help me now.
I want to scream and fight
But my limbs are heavy and weak.
My voice is lost in the shadows
Stolen by the spectres in the corner.
I cannot defend myself
I cannot even cry for help
No one knows the unseen war inside me
No one can possibly understand.
When I wake, the shadows will retreat
(Or so it would seem)
They will melt into the walls to wait for night.
The half-formed beings will dissipate
(Or so it would seem)
They will leave to torture another helpless soul.
They will return for me at nightfall.
I live in fear, I live alone
How will I ever be set free?

[ABDUR101]

That was yet another interesting poem psylocke o_O

Keep them coming, very unique.

No, no poem from me. I'm not in the right mindset.

[Psylocke]

This one started out as a poem, but for some reason I felt the need to make it into a song. Here it is:

Broken

Here it lies
A piece of glass
Broken
Shattered...
Like me.
It cannot cry
It has no tears
I can cry
I do
Locked inside myself
Alone in my misery
It seems like all I do.

I am broken
I am broken
Alone
In this silence...
In this darkness...
I lie with the broken glass
I am dead...
Inside.

I broke this glass
Crushed it in my hand
The shards fell to the ground
My blood fell, too
I felt the pain
I pushed it away
I can ignore this kind of pain
But the kind you give
I can't ignore
Sharper than this glass
It cuts more deeply
And now...

I am broken
I am broken
Alone
I am broken
I am broken
So all alone
I fall to pieces
My heart falls to pieces
My mind falls to pieces
Over you...

I am broken
I am broken
Alone
In this silence...
In this darkness...
I lie with the broken glass
I am dead...
I am dead...
Inside.

[Sai-Yuk]

This poem isn't my usual kind of work... it wasn't written 'as me' so the speak... as some people may know, i role play... this is a poem i wrote from the perspective of my character... i wrote it, but as him so to speak...

He's still a depressive bugger

I hope you enjoy it...

Edit: You'd think i'd learn to spell by now

^_^

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Sanctus

How i crave, for nights black to fall
for the beauty of the moon doth call
i wish for beauty, i wish in vain
i wish for freedom, from this pain

i wish i could see, into the heavens
to see the angels sing and dance
to see them laughing, to see them cry
and then in my sorrow, i'd see them die

they'd die inside, because of me
while the demons, dance in glee
sinful creatures, twist and writhe
but still those angels, are alive

in heaven pure, and hell i'm damned
the mighty fall, before my hand
my hand of torment, my hand of love
those feelings fit me, as if a glove

the hand that nurtures, that does create
but grace is granted, much too late
as god i'm not, yet god is me
such delusions, they set me free

i wish not, to suffer these delusions
i wish for one, to shatter these illusions
i am a man, that much i know
yet in my reverie, let beauty grow

<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Sai-Yuk on 2002-04-22 16:07 ]</font>

[_xX_Frosty_Xx_]

Nice poem Sai . Did you like mine?

[Psylocke]

Sai, that was beautiful! I'm beginning to think you're better than me...

I hate it when I question my talents...*sigh*

[Ayame]

Wow...it sure has been a long time since I've posted any in here.
Well...do love poems count?

Forever Love

I've always loved you
since the very start,
I'll always love you
with all my heart.
I'll love you forever
and always be true,
These feelings I have
are my love for you.
I love you more than anthing
no words can describe
This love I have that
I wish not to hide.
I wish to express my love
so you know how I feel,
I want you to love me
the way I love you
so that out love can be real.

This was a love poem I had written a while back...I thought I'd freshen it up and show it to you all.

[Psylocke]

That was, as all of your poems are Ayame, wonderful. Nice to see you post here again.

Currently I am working on a series of related poems. 3 in number, last one's almost done. Will probably post them later tonight.