[OT] Poetry

[randomling]

undead

dream dream
uh  deaf dream
i see no man
...hush hush

sleep sleep
long red queen
you run down my
wet back

and when i die i see you
oh, when i dine i see you

no sleep
im... sorry
i have no heart
and hardly a head
so weep weep
into a magazine
i feel unblessed
in your sweet sweet heat

dream dream
uh  death dream
i feel nothing
...hush hush

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

My poetry

Being Norwegian (and writing in Norwegian), I don't think many of you are going to have any use of this whatsoever, but here goes:

1

Rottene kryper inn i de hule epletrærne for å sove. Snorkingen lyder som fløytespill og holder deg våken om nettene. Du ser en stille innsjø ved klosterruinene, den gamle robåten er full av regnvann og synker langsomt. I kornkammeret er det lagret klør og tenner, de røde monkene kneler for Gud og smiler.

2

Du ser en utbrent kirke hvor skogsdyr kommer for å be, hvor en engel gnir lort på vingene. Den ødslige trehesten gynger i ingenmansland, de røde hestene står med søle opp til anklene.

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Foran henne

marsjerer soldatene
fra et mislykket feltog.

Gradvis blir ansiktene
til aske, opplyst

av en hvit halvmåne
og blåst vekk av vinden.

Bare grå krigshjelmer
og blodige bandasjer

ligger igjen i snøen.


Poets I particularly admire are Ulven, Trakl, Rilke, Celan, and Hofmo.

 

[GravyFingerz]

Popular Insanity
by Orion Cooper

It’s a rainy night
It’s a shame
It’s a pain
I can see through walls
But fog clouds my sight
No sleep, no sleep for me
Poked and prodded, needles in my veins
Drugs coursing through me
They want to sedate me but it’s too late
Their faces are blank canvases of disdain
But I know their secrets
Men cannot hide from me in any form
I am the secret master and master of secrets
And they ask their questions
Their intrusive questions
They always ask their questions
Their endless questions
How did you do it and why did you do it and where did you do it and when did you do it and who did you do it to
Their questions will receive no answers I’ve told them all I want them to know but they keep piercing and sedating and asking and watching
When the stars are right
Their sanity will feed his appetite
And they have the gall to ask what is wrong
What’s wrong
WHATS WRONG
WHATS WRONG

IM CRAWLING
IM CLAWING
IM GRASPING
NOTHINGS THERE
ITS ESCAPING
ITS GOING
ITS LEAVING
ITS INCHING AWAY
ITS GONE
ITS GONE
ITS GONE
ITS GONE
ITS GONE