The Silent Serenade

[Emodrummer]

Well... I suppose I have been in a writing mood lately so I find it quite pointless to keep creating an array of threads when I can easily just put them in something like this. I'll start off with a quick poem that I wrote tonight... and I'll as well show my past works which I will admit I am quite embarressed of a few. But those choosen were the ones I found without having to spend hours searching through the forums. They go from most recent and then decend from there. Anyways... Enjoy?

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En‧slave‧menT

Like a hypodermic syringe,
it quickly drains me of all my fears.
Calming my blood;
the boost slowly takes control and my insecurity disappears.
I-I can't help but feel so bewildered by it's stunning power,
it's remarkable push.
Dear God.. what is this Fiend that I have become?





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<div align="center">
Brief Rhapsody
He is Legend
Captivating Purity
En-slave-menT
Apotemnophiliac
『A.R.』 ain't got shit on me!
-Beyond Obscurity-
Where'd You go {Part One}
Where'd You go {Part Two}
Where'd You go {Part Four}
Where'd You go {The Final...}
Twisted
From the Depths of Hell He Arrives at your Door Step
From the Depths of Dreams Comes Deceit
The Sunset Will Never Charm You
A Poison that Kills
The Fear Within Your lips
Apocalypse
Winter Air
Last Day of July
I'll be Your Favourite Sacrifice
But Still I Go On
All That's Left
Funeral Grade Flowers
Forever Haunted by Memories</div>


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[Emodrummer]

Captivating Purity

Lips like an angel,
shimmering grace the world is compelled to see.
An incandescent smile,
too brilliant for the greatest of aristocrats to believe.

Skin so delectable,
it radiates elegance that is more then desirable to feel.
Eyes so golden,
I can't help but ask if it's an apparition or real.

An offering of my hand,
seems but the only thing I am brave enough to attempt.
It is but a dream,
to somehow explain these feelings for you to it's full extent.


Ahh well I actually attempted a love poem... I hope it wasn't over the top or anything of that sort? Enjoy. :)

[uchihaprincess]

omg the first one.

>_> brings back memories

*starts laughing*

hahahahhaha.

uhm... xD

The second one is beautifully written, quite normal though.

and it is alright for your level.

But the way it is written is amazing.

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[Emodrummer]

Heh thanks once again Uchi.

[sora]

The first poem is nice and mysterious. Makes me wish to know the details. =P

Captivating Purity - Aw I loved it very much, full of passion and gorgeous. <3


Others poems - I've read 'em all before, I don't have anything to add, but all of 'em untold and each one has a an amazing flow and that it! =)

[Emodrummer]

I am sure you would rather not know. Though, thanks once agian Sora. As usual you are too kind. Anyways, here is another which I will admit is quite weak and slightly rushed but it deserves a place here nonetheless. Enjoy.

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<div align="center">He
is
Legend</div>

A fiend of glamour, astounding the masses with his tricks so paradisiacal.
Before our very eyes, we eagerly watch as his flawless grace blinds our very heart and soul.
Depraved, inhumane, our barbaric grip seems to take hold and we lose the right of total control.
The imagination warps our very mind.

Sadistic - Cruel - malevolent - merciless, the only fiend alive is within ourselves.
Uncivil - pitiless - morbid - demonic, and yet the fools still offer a path leading away from personal hell.
A fragile mind, exposed to objects so obscene so perverse we can't help but lose our sense of self.
The savage within, like a caged moth easily slips it's way through the bars.

"SADO! SADO!" The Oni's voice penetrates our skulls.
"AKUMA! AKUMA!" It's deep voice rings on, we are utterly enthralled.
For he whom is legend, is none other then the ignorance and undying fear within.

[sora]

Sigh,.. this poem is true, some parts of it express my life a the moment. =(

It's not a weak poem, it is sad and got emotions. Made me bluesy, anyhoo Great work Emodrummer.

[Emodrummer]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Sora @ Sep 21 2006, 03:15 AM) [snapback]379548[/snapback]</div>

Sigh,.. this poem is true, some parts of it express my life a the moment. =(

It's not a weak poem, it is sad and got emotions. Made me bluesy, anyhoo Great work Emodrummer.
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Hah sorry about that I suppose. Though, thanks nonetheless.
You're too kind as usual.

[Emodrummer]

Brief Rhapsody

<div align="right">A creature so blunt looking, within the palm of my hand.
I've done this numerous times before yet, the fear is still there.
I hastefully tie the tourniquet, as if by force or demand.
And let the creature loose, to sink it's fang in with natural flair.

The poison in it's fang, slowly injects into my ecstatic system.
Painfully, I accept and let it drain into my relaxed, yet numb limb.
Like a snake, the poison slithers through my pumping veins.
Mentally I feel refined, yet nausea turns my stomach in the end.

The pain is gone, and the dopamine in my brain begin to react.
The whole scene becomes pleasureable, and my problems seem so, intact.
Music becomes orgasmic, with a flowing, utmost sensational tune.
Lousy jokes become hysterical, and the surrounding lights shimmer like the midnight moon.

The time seems to fly by, though it seems the rush does too.
A cold floods across my body.
And as a drop of blood escapes my nostril, my mind becomes askew...</div>

[uchihaprincess]

Your vocabulary is about this big..

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or even longer.

the average person is about

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[Emodrummer]

C.yber Fetus

<div align="center">In endurance and speed I excel,
Through the skin walled tubes I propel,
Sex - orgasm - lust
Pumping through the veins like a dopamine reactant drug.

Hear the scream,
Hear the moan,
The loss of my old home,
And into this pelvic cocoon.

In Exile I ponder,
unfed - denied.
Yet, from outside to in,
I can hear the b*tch continuously cry.

I now become the unwanted treat.
Waiting upon the b*tches deceit,
I float ignorant and unwanted,
And knowing defeat, I accept.

Cries and pondering is all I seem to hear,
driven by her unrelenting, loveless tears.
a woman so heartless,
Just the thought of me she can't endure.

We're all dripping pink maggots,
soaked in the formaldehyde of selfish desire.
How did we come to this?
Sadly, knowing will be something I'll never acquire.</div>

[Emodrummer]

Hack 'n Slash Slavery

Salivating adventitiously.
I'm an animal marked by your claw.
Ignorance is crystallized Bliss.
What seems left, but our inconsolable flaws.

Burn in Hell Oh Holy one,
For you killed a nation of many.
From the Mothers to the Sons,
We're the discarded debris.

All the left-over amphetamine,
All the lifeless trees;
What's a world have to offer,
But a cynical fiend such as thee.

Burn in Hell Oh Celestial one,
For you are the decadent lie within us.
Vulgarizing the children,
You're the infection forming pus.

A flea among lions,
An undying weed among flowers.
Your call is of the siren,
But your snake-like bind cannot be overpowered.

Crucifixion was no punishment,
But the incoherent sadism to set us free.

AMEN.



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I very much so appreciate compliments, criticism and advice. *hint hint*

[Piper]

Since you asked nicely, I suppose I can comment :P

I like your writing style, and I noticed very few cringe-worthy grammar errors. Yay for you! You did a nice job on your tone and descriptions. The poems aren't really the sort I'd enjoy reading over again, as I enjoy reading more cheerful types, but they are good nonetheless. Keep posting your work, not that I need to tell you that. ^_^

[Emodrummer]

Ahh why thank you Piper. :) I've actually been trying to strain myself to write a decent 'good' poem, but blah it's hard when the emotions aren't quite there for the moment. I'll let you know if I pull one off though. :P Thanks again by the way.
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[ aN-oK-I-oR-ihS ] (eniacoc)

<div align="right">An array of images,
a carnival before my very eyes.
A scape goat of a clown watches from my mirror aimlessly.
A phantasmagoria,
an optical formation to my right.
The joker in silence screaming, scratches at his skull relentlessly.

Back-back and forth and forth, I whisper to myself perpetually.
Live; love; die; burn, is this joker of a being all that's left of me?

On this moonless night,
the weak, vulgar odour disilluminates the powders ability.
As it slowly bubbles and melts,
I worship the everything that I use to be.

'Hey kids, lets go have sex and shoot up!'
Echoes the humour-filled voice of the clown, unforgiveably.
From my neck down I give in,
Is it a sign that somethign good is still left in me?</div>

[Piper]

Nicely done again. Basically, I feel the same as I did about your last two, except I liked this newest one more. I liked how you aligned it to the right, and you always have weirdly cool names for your work. Descriptions and imagery were well done, as usual. Keep posting. ^_^

[Emodrummer]

This one isn't as cheerful as I'm sure you'd enjoy, but it isn't directly dark... well not so much compared to the others I would like to think. hah Thanks nonetheless, I'm glad you have been enjoying them thus far.
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Can't rAp3 the willing

Disdainful pressure;
I bet he can feel the inviolate Mephistopheles pressing in against his inner loins.
Eden distorted pleasure;
f*ck you and your attempts to sway away from disappoint.

I'll greet myself with pleasure, as my lower half meets my hand.
The taste of sweat, the relentless punishment of your uncommon demands.

Sexsexsex; we'll punish ourselves for our mindless sins.
Drugsdrugsdrugs; 'Oh dearly beloved, let the uncommon graciousness in'
Whorewhorewhore; we'll stimulate the all of which we desire.
Sadistpigfiend; Let's begin this distorted cycle of water vs fire!

Calmness through pain;
Masochism is an unnatural trait you know?
Father's good grace;
You've lost touch with instinct and let the b******s take control.

I'll accept these infallible lusts, I do hope you can do the same.
I'll take your hand and give it something new, we'll call it our own ruleless game.

Let me taste your sweet marinade, prepared by birth with blood.
Let me indulge myself.
Let me taste your immaculate alkali, prepared with grace for love.
Let me indulge myself.

[aids]

O my...very interesting poem...its different.

-You don't have to quote the post right above yours. ^_^ -Piper

[Emodrummer]

Ahh why thank you... I suppose. :P

[aids]

This sorta reminds me of the type of poems i use to write back in the day now that i think about it.

[Emodrummer]

TAINTED

Mr.Mel Black, is a lonesome, homely old fool.
Everything about him seems maniacal and just plain cruel.
To the children he is seemingly lean, mean and utterly obscene.
Yet, in all honesty, society sure knows how to morally demean.

In his aged house, upon the aged hill, where he ponders silently and still.
Rocks would often hit his glass windows, and often even mark his homemade wooden sills.
Being so choleric and cynical, Mr.Mel Black would arise from his creaky chair.
A stained knife in one hand, and a face luminating a ravenous despair.

Opening his aged anterior door, he would creep down creepily in hope to creep the creeping adolescence.
Though, in agony he would always collapse before he even reached his black, roughly painted picket fence.
Weeping miserably, he would remain and retire there in pain; insane, and yet averagely mundane.
Red-eye and ticked, Mr.Mel Black would return to his home where he'd ponder incredulously about things appearing humane.

Mr.Mel Black, was neither maniacal nor cruel at all.
He was just lonely, and aged and unenthralled...

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My newest. Enjoy.

[Piper]

I really enjoyed it. It wasn't as dark as you normally write, but it wasn't pansyish, either. I also liked the rhyming, and the poem just flowed well, I thought. It also had some nice strong imagery. Good work!

Yeah, this is basically what I posted on the other place, but it's still true. Whatever. -_-

[Emodrummer]

Hah, thanks yet again Pipe! ;)

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Memoirs of a DEMONOID_</span>


<span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype">1twoseven9sexf*cklovedie13lust837sin
Ratiocination circuits; persistent, in hope for massacre.
Inbred sarculation; we're magnanimous, yet aching for disaster.

Distort the brain waves, we'll reverse their sense of decency.
Sex will be child's play, rape will be an act of respectability.
Dear, gracious Nazi; revive him, REVIVE US!
At this morally descending rate, they shall abide by him or die by us.

ROBUSTROBUST! We were once strong and healthy.
DISGUSTDISGUST! We've now become degenerates, aged and unwealthy.

'Wipe away that gooey ingraciousness, we're real men NOW'
As they'll say.
'Why remain at that,
when this brings the orgasm to a stronger place.'

Tragic; we were to think life, to be a f*cking race!