Soaked in a liquid
I can't quite define
Overwhelmed by a rage
Like a boar or a swine
This anger, this urge
Causes the real me to faint
Moments later I wake up
Covered in blood & warpaint
On the poet Obsidian-Nightfall by Jims-Hart, literature
Literature
On the poet Obsidian-Nightfall
This is written in the style of the subject himself, with a glass of Tawny Port beside me. But Than again most poets have this love for the alcohol and the ones that don't are usually boring. I said usually so I don't want to hear any whining. Obsidian-Nightfall & his writing are both far from boring.
Dominic, or Obsidian-Nightfall
as he is more commonly know in the dA community is a poet, but you probably figured out that much by the title alone. First things first, my motivation, why the *bleep* I'm writing this. A couple of days back Dominic wrote a rather short journal. And it only said the following: "I would rather you hate me and f
From her hair, her eyes,
To her un-rhyme-able name,
It leads to
Seizures, shock, and pain.
Ingested, inhaled or injected,
She is poison, its all the same.
But I'm not preaching,
Listen, don't trail behind
I take her poison
Liquid, or another kind
She is poison
But I don't mind
I'm playing the blues silently
On my air guitar
Singing along, in my head
Smoking an invisible cigar
The whiskey on the other hand
Is as real, as real can be
Girls will come and girls will pass
I will be staying me
So I close my eyes
And take a sip, just because
Time may heal all wounds
Let's see if it really does
The crack in our foundation is bleeding sweet sorrow.
Pelting dirt on a pile
Digging for a new tomorrow
A new day
Less of tears
More of nothing
I can't wait
to be chilling in my coffin.
Although this is scribbled on a toilet door
this is written especially for you
Next to, poetic statements as:
"This place smells of poo"
And below
"If you want a steamy night
Call 555-7890654"
There is
Something romantic on this door
Written for you
I could've written a note
With sweet words
And quotations
Of what someone else wrote
But this way
I hope you see
I love you
I am different
And I want you to remember me
Soaked in a liquid
I can't quite define
Overwhelmed by a rage
Like a boar or a swine
This anger, this urge
Causes the real me to faint
Moments later I wake up
Covered in blood & warpaint
On the poet Obsidian-Nightfall by Jims-Hart, literature
Literature
On the poet Obsidian-Nightfall
This is written in the style of the subject himself, with a glass of Tawny Port beside me. But Than again most poets have this love for the alcohol and the ones that don't are usually boring. I said usually so I don't want to hear any whining. Obsidian-Nightfall & his writing are both far from boring.
Dominic, or Obsidian-Nightfall
as he is more commonly know in the dA community is a poet, but you probably figured out that much by the title alone. First things first, my motivation, why the *bleep* I'm writing this. A couple of days back Dominic wrote a rather short journal. And it only said the following: "I would rather you hate me and f
From her hair, her eyes,
To her un-rhyme-able name,
It leads to
Seizures, shock, and pain.
Ingested, inhaled or injected,
She is poison, its all the same.
But I'm not preaching,
Listen, don't trail behind
I take her poison
Liquid, or another kind
She is poison
But I don't mind
I'm playing the blues silently
On my air guitar
Singing along, in my head
Smoking an invisible cigar
The whiskey on the other hand
Is as real, as real can be
Girls will come and girls will pass
I will be staying me
So I close my eyes
And take a sip, just because
Time may heal all wounds
Let's see if it really does
The crack in our foundation is bleeding sweet sorrow.
Pelting dirt on a pile
Digging for a new tomorrow
A new day
Less of tears
More of nothing
I can't wait
to be chilling in my coffin.
Although this is scribbled on a toilet door
this is written especially for you
Next to, poetic statements as:
"This place smells of poo"
And below
"If you want a steamy night
Call 555-7890654"
There is
Something romantic on this door
Written for you
I could've written a note
With sweet words
And quotations
Of what someone else wrote
But this way
I hope you see
I love you
I am different
And I want you to remember me
First of all
I have to pinch you
So you are sure
You are not dreaming
I love you
As a friend
And as a human being
But most of all
As my new
"Mr. lover lover"
I want your lips
Pressed on mine
Get freaky under a cover
But before all that
I have to tie up
One last loose end
So sit here
Wait while I
Dump my boyfriend
Coca cola is my fuel
It is better than oil or gasoline
No wars
No lies
Just tasty caffeine
But I am not an ecofreak
In fact
I love the new Mercedes
Its fast
Its vulgar
Attracts the ladies
And the advert
Plays my favorite song
But still
The aftermath
Is wrong
But there is only so much
I can do
Behind my Packard Bell
The Starbucks generation
I hate the taste
I love the smell
Don't want to change it
Not alone
Don't want to be
Another clone
So I hide behind a screen
Behind words & Mr. Walker
Wait for the Messiah
Our new leader
The Man
The better talker
I'll be there if you need me
Have a spot free on my shoulder
I will be your rock
When your world
Grows dark and colder
And I will dry your tears
And I will dry your tears
I'll be there if you need me
Listen when you are talking
Curse when you are cursing
Walk along when you are walking
And I will dry your tears
And I will dry your tears
I'll there if you need me
And when you want me to leave
I'll go and leave my sweater
Dry your eyes on my sleeve
So you can dry your tears
So you can dry your tears
What is your name?
It's slipped my mind, I can't recall
Who are you?
You seem nice, here take this,
Keep it for me, keep it safe.
Hold on just a second,
Take a seat over there,
On the .
Let me do this a minute,
Do you want ?
Where is it?
It seems I've misplaced something,
I can't remember.
Do you mean this?
Oh that, what is it?
It looks nice, do you mind if I have it?
There, if I put it there I'm sure to remember it,
Do you want some tea?
Take a seat over there,
On the
Excuse me do I know you?
Where did I put that...?
If love was an ocean.
Your heart, the sand
I'd hope that the currents
Bring the waves to dry land.
If love was the sky,
And I was a bird,
I'd wish for the wind
So, to you, I could fly.
If love was a raindrop
And we were the earth,
I'd wish for the rain
To wash away the hurt.
I thought that when I lost you
My world would be lost too,
But everywhere I turned, I heard,
Time will heal all wounds.
I did not think that it would fade,
The love I had for you,
but now I see,
It's plain as day,
Time has healed these wounds.
I don't want her back,
Well maybe some bits
Or just a big chunk.
But I would only admit this
When I am drunk.
It just didn't work
And we both just moved on
I hardly think of her now
Only when I hear that one song.
And yes there are new girls
And yes they are nice
But none of them yet
Have melted the ice
Ice which starting forming
Around parts of my heart.
And yes I'm doing stuff
Which I know are not smart
But I know what I'm doing
...at least that's what I think
If you want me to be honest
Just get me a drink.
Than I will tell you
What goes on in my head
The thoughts that I have
When I'm laying in bed
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