----------------------------------- Dauntless Sat Jan 24, 2004 1:51 pm The Diary of an Angst-filled Drama Queen ----------------------------------- Hey, me and Naoki (hopefully) are posting our teen angst poems in here. What was inspired by angstful "poetry" on our English classroom wall has blossomed into what we feel is the distilled essence of teenage poetry. Bah, I can't remember our first two, so I'll start our third one (the first two were wiped out by the Zieba) Angst III Nobody hears my cries of anguish in the night Nobody feels my heartbreak and pain Each day is an exercise in hell Exercise is hell as well My parents don't understand me (Something about obesity) If only someone could see into the depths of my heart Every night I cry and I cry and I cry and I cry and I cry. The darkness is coming for me... THE DARKNESS IS COMING FOR ME!!!?!! ^Our first two were so much better though. ----------------------------------- naoki Sat Jan 24, 2004 3:41 pm ----------------------------------- Meh. Mebbe my eyes are bad or something, but I could've sworn I could Sticky something. If not, hopefully Dodge will read this and do me the favor. I'll try one myself: I'm crying alone in the mall There's nobody to feel my pain Their ignorant laughs crush my soul I'm an ant in their capitalistic world The cruel Gap saleswoman Her judging eyes, her sneering lips Why won't she get me size 40 pants? Why won't she find me a 45A bra? Darkness hangs over the mall The NY fries taste like dead woman's fingers My fingers My hands My body The darkness ....... ----------------------------------- McKenzie Sat Jan 24, 2004 3:59 pm ----------------------------------- I think you are missing the key component the teen-girl angst ... love lost. Something like: why won't he call me what's wrong with my face why won't he call me what's wrong with my race I spilled out my heart I spilled out my soul I spilled out my brains the world is so cruel he told me me loved me he told me he'd call he make me feel stupid he made me feel small my friends were so jealous when we showed up that night they wanted to be me I did everything right the world has gone blank now there's no taste to my food my heart is all shattered there's no lifting my mood I look out the window I think I might jump I look at the drab world I think it's a dump why won't he call me what's wrong with my face why won't he call me what's wrong with my race ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sat Jan 24, 2004 11:21 pm ----------------------------------- Maverick must be a teen girl. ;) But you see, Mckenzie, we try to use the recurring themes that we found in the writing on the wall. We try to avoid realistic themes, instead looking for the ridiculous ones. I also agree that your point has merit. I will endeavor to assimilate your suggestion into my future "work". Ever downward spiral is perfect description of my imperfect life I write as I cry and I cry as I write I sit at the table Fermenting Refusing To eat what is left on my plate Fascist parents enforce meals This house is under martial law No one knows the depths of the pain I feel in my stomach Like a evanescent thunderstorm it thunders and storms and storms as I cry. ----------------------------------- naoki Sun Jan 25, 2004 10:37 am ----------------------------------- if people are taking these poems as serious outlets for our emotions then i'm gonna suck every bit from their account :x anyways, some more angst shall we? I'm too different I'm filled with oblivion The scars of darkness show too much I'm isolated forever Like the geeky kid in gym class Damn you Simon Cowell How could you see past my guise My shroud was gone, you saw me Now I can't be Kelly Clarkson I've dreamed of this day for a year I look in the mirror The crushing void in my heart leaving My glass eye melting away into her brown one My acne-raped face comes off like a mask My 250 pounds thrown away like an old whore I should've become beautiful Now I've become darkness The darkness which will seek Cowell I'll send him into my world Let the demons in my mind feast on him Let the aura of suffering encase his body Let him be ugly ----------------------------------- aliveiswell Sun Jan 25, 2004 9:57 pm ----------------------------------- ?: My thoughtless actions against the prom, My lust in the bed of my best friend's mom, (im joking, im joking) My black painted lips, all fake goth, Expose my terror of being wrong. My elders are ignorant as the teachers, And Satan is surely better than preachers, Marylin Manson is my hero, He is my leader, leader. I cut myself up in my room, Enshrouded in darkness, my mental tomb, My use of words don't convey my thoughts, I cut myself when I tried to shave my arm pits. The jocks detest me, oh my me, The broads are always angry, I assaulted their girlfriends again, I don't consider my thoughts perverted. The keys on my keyboard are all in pieces of tokens (?) My syntax was perfect, the compiler just broken, WHY WON'T MY IF STATEMENTS WORK, It's because no one loves me. Today my best friend sent me a file, He said it was a game to make me smile, I opened it and there mocking me, Perfect use of Font.Draw to tell me all the files that were copied on my hard drive to see. If only I was cool, my darkness not blanketed, Upon me in layers of unending shanketed, (?) I go to Chucky Cheess and jump in the balls, To my doom, to my doom, I will fall on some fat kid with cake on his face. Excuse the previous writing as horsesh_t. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Jan 25, 2004 10:39 pm ----------------------------------- Purple is the colour of my heartbreak purple is the colour of my face purple is the colour of the rain this is not a tribute to Jimi Hendrix Purple, ever purple Bruised and broken purple body I'm trapped and I can only watch as the hourglass slowly slips away the purple hours slip away The Colour Purple No, not the movie. Hehe. ----------------------------------- naoki Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:45 pm ----------------------------------- ANGST: fireballs rain from all sides their searing bodies ready to take the beauty from me demons stand before me some declare they're on my side but my heart knows their heart their twisted schemes as they step aside and let brimstone shower the earth i run and run, my heart beating like a drum running away from the pain running away from the torture but i can't because of the shrill call of the valkyrie it keeps me stuck in my place, unable to move and i see it coming it brings with it torment, shadows of the beyond their unearthly calls pushing it forth and at last i become marked it is sealed, i am forever doomed i am forced to serve the darkness i have been hit by the dodgeball ----------------------------------- Dauntless Wed Jan 28, 2004 11:04 pm ----------------------------------- Lol, I gotta say that last one really captured the idea of how teen poets try to incorporate literary devices in their poetry (let's call it poety since it's not quite poetry). Case in point; running away from the pain running away from the torture but i can't because of the shrill call of the valkyrie This is the part in teen poety where you're just like...wtf?? What does a valkyrie hafta do with anything??? Who knew that the call of the valkyrie did that? it brings with it torment, shadows of the beyond their unearthly calls pushing it forth and at last i become marked it is sealed, i am forever doomed i am forced to serve the darkness Dark theme, check. You could say it is like pathetic fallacy; pathetic fallacy is when a character exaggerates traits in nature so that they believe it is talking to them through symbolism / teen poet gets stuff out of nowhere (darkness...what darkness?). Excellent piece of work Mand....naoki. I'm gonna hafta try way harder to add some of the same. ----------------------------------- naoki Thu Jan 29, 2004 12:47 pm ----------------------------------- Teen Angst: I'm backed against the wall My eyes are larger than my palms I'm shivering I'm shaking I don't know what to do Blood is dripping before me But I have no idea why What pact have I made Whose pact did I join To swear that my blood would flow? I'm scared beyond belief The darkness, I can feel it coming I know this only happens to me Because I'm different Because I'm haunted I clean up my wounds I run to my sanctuary My dotted clothes are burned But can my dotted future be burned? With no hope left, I turn to the Book of Bodily Functions I'm sure they can't tell me what's wrong Because only death can tell me what's wrong Oh wait, nevermind It just says I'm having a period ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:02 pm ----------------------------------- I just had to say this in response to your SoulCalibur discussions in GD. Since this is the only forum where I have relative power and freedom to speak, I just wanted to say this WHOA WHOA WHOA! Maxi sucks!!! A Maxi is a product for women. Talim. Now that's where its at. It's ALL about Talim and her little quick self. Sure, she does about 4 ticks of health every hit, but man is she fast. The guy with the stick sometimes gets lucky though. Also, wtf is up with that guard impact crap? That's no good, people. It should all be about the combos and the fighting and stuff. But I guess I'll learn it anyways. Also, in other, unrelated news, my air rifle, the XS-B18 is coming in like oh..15 days at the least!! Hurrah! ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:06 pm ----------------------------------- Just sitting here in my room On a bed that reeks of heartbreak Listening to the gospel of Dashboard Confessional and Simple Plan Their hardcore sounds just touch my soul Their truthful words they make me whole I'd slit my throat to go see Dashboard I'd eat a horse for Simple Plan tickets Comments? Should it have been longer? See, isn't this much easier than writing LKF? Btw, LKF about naoki. The man actually does eat horses, but not for any specific reason. He's kinda like, a horse connoiseur. He really wants to eat a Kentucky Derby winner someday. But these days, all he gets is the 35-1 odd horses from the Windsor Track. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:12 pm ----------------------------------- Angst-filled Author's Note: Talking in caps expresses my anger RAGE MY MIND IS ON FIRE EVERYONE ****ES ME OFF **** THEM **** YOU I ****IN HATE YOU ALL THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR HATING ON SPAMMERS WHY THE **** IS IT WRONG FOR ME TO SPAM YOU ****ING COMMUNISTS RAAAAAGHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH RAGE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH FILL MY SOUL WITH SUBLIMATED GOTHICA QUENCH THE FIRES OF MY UNWORTHY MIND RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH I gotta say, not too good....but who knows, maybe someone will like it. Besides, this is my second one for today, I think I'm allowed to slack a bit. And, I can always delete it later. :p IMPORTANT EDIT: I had too many A's in the third RAGH, so I edited two out. Cuz you see, it just wouldn't be art otherwise. ----------------------------------- jonos Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:19 pm ----------------------------------- ^best one i've heard so far!!! Don't torchure my torchured soul, In the inky blackness my pain goes deep, I cannot strive for a better me, When only light can heal my shrunken soul. I only know pain and suffering, I only use black light cause it hurts me, Pain is my repreive from my sorrow, I listen to music that makes me dead. ahhh, that sucked ----------------------------------- shorthair Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:23 pm ----------------------------------- Well whe nyou have jesus in your messages , it stopts you from making good angst poems Blaitently Lies Through Teeth To make Jonos Feel Better Dauntless ,you really caputre the essence of CAPS , amakes the whole peom fit into perspective Blaitently Lies Through Teeth To make Dauntless Feel Better ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:24 pm ----------------------------------- AAAH!! It's hacker dan on Shorthair's account!! Behold the typsos! talim > cervantes > raphael (damn bbb players!) ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sat Jan 31, 2004 11:50 pm ----------------------------------- Psh, who cares. Lets get back to the angst, and no more of the fanboy crap in this thread. ----------------------------------- AsianSensation Sun Feb 01, 2004 5:13 pm ----------------------------------- Angst Why do you torment me so? As you stand there, laughing at my inability of fighting back. Mocking me. Baiting me. I run toward you. Fists ready to pound your brain into pulp. You just laughed, and with a swift kick, brought me upon my knees. Commanding me to give up. I spit in your face. Cursing your ancestors, for bringing forth to the world, a scourge such as yourself. I see you are angered, but I never knew you were a coward, with enough guts to wield a blade against an unarmed opponent. your knife struck me repeatedly. I cower in fear. Yet still, you advance toward me. I tried to push you away, to give myself a chance at escape. But you just pressed on, closer and closer and closer. You grabbed me by the arms, and thrust forward that cursed blade, running it through my midriff. Now I as I lay on the ground, my life force are but an ephemeral ghost, I have only one last thing to say: "You are never playing Raphael again, you damn button mashing bastard!" ^ | | you would get it if you play Soul Calibur II with bunch of newbies that only use BBB with Raphael. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Feb 01, 2004 11:34 pm ----------------------------------- Geez...No more SC II in this thread you bastard. But you must be Heihachi right? Post a poem if you say yes. Don't post anything again (anywhere) if you want to say no. Oh, btw, excellent grammar, chinesy as always, man/Men (you'd get it if you knew his real name): my life force are but an ephemeral ghost, And way to make sense here...haha: you were a coward, with enough guts to wield a blade against an unarmed opponent. You grabbed me by the arms, and thrust forward that cursed blade, Well that's why you lost...dude has three arms. ----------------------------------- AsianSensation Sun Feb 01, 2004 11:51 pm ----------------------------------- Of course I was using Heihachi.........I meant uhm...uhm...... Heihachi must I be, for I fight with karate yeah, that's right..... and hey, what if that angsty girl was Chinesy? huh? I was only keeping in character. I mean, you can't possibly expect her to speak english that well. To give her perfect and flawless grammar would be so out of character. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Mon Feb 02, 2004 12:04 am ----------------------------------- Inspiration!!!! My life is the suck I can't take it anymore My grammar are horrible I do bad in English and thing like that The mark of 98% is like as if the great snow tiger had rapes my sister Where the other 2% go? Seppuku is the only way out Well....if I could be more chinesy, this woulda been much better. Someone else like mengke should take chinesy angst and run with it. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Mon Feb 02, 2004 11:57 am ----------------------------------- I strike my hand and draw a line across the page the ink drips as it descends to the cursed plain sweat falls to meld into one one with the blood formed from the fire and the fun I hold down and keep the demons subdued pressure builds as it passes through the guild through the fields the winds whirl around and blows in my face ashes tumble as I pass through this state greed falls to join into one one with the dead found in the graves where it sung pierced flesh allows the demons free free to see what the light does to me what the heat does to me What a masterpiece of angst. Analyze it thoroughly. This has everything you'd ever want to aspire to in angst. This is straight from the wall. It's gold. Tell me what you noticed and liked and I'll tell you after. ----------------------------------- Knightmare Sun Feb 08, 2004 4:42 pm ----------------------------------- I think you are missing the key component the teen-girl angst ... love lost. Thats deep McKenzie... ----------------------------------- Tony Wed Feb 11, 2004 11:46 pm ----------------------------------- eh... I donno :? I'm not much of a writer... but umm... this is more of an english question I chouse to answer in an original (i think) way. And I'm too lazy to email this to myself to print out in school tomorrow, so I'm just gonna post it here. To be, or not to be... that is the question! To jump? To hang? To cut my veins? Or just take Advil over night? To put up with all of this pain? Or end it all in suicide? ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Feb 15, 2004 1:42 am ----------------------------------- Hey, you think I could make a cameo in the compsci comic as Angst Boy? I get to write my lines though...but you guys can give me input. Hopefully your comic gets out of this dry procedural plot introduction stage so you can get into the swing of things and have cameos and stuff like that. ----------------------------------- Andy Sun Feb 15, 2004 2:51 pm ----------------------------------- dauntless is famous... he's in the papers ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Feb 15, 2004 8:48 pm ----------------------------------- True dat. ----------------------------------- Mazer Sun Feb 15, 2004 8:54 pm ----------------------------------- In the paper? What happened, did dodge rip off your shirt to expose your nipple? ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Feb 15, 2004 8:55 pm ----------------------------------- Oooh, By-passer insult + current events reference + niggling grammatical error= No cigar. Lol Mazer, you know we love you....r brother. ----------------------------------- Mazer Sun Feb 15, 2004 9:01 pm ----------------------------------- Damn you Dauntless. I swear I've never done that before! ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Feb 17, 2004 4:38 pm ----------------------------------- Yeah whatever, Coutsos #1... ----------------------------------- Mazer Tue Feb 17, 2004 9:01 pm ----------------------------------- Yeah whatever, Coutsos #1... To naoki: You have my full permission. Chidori dauntless' ass. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Feb 17, 2004 9:02 pm ----------------------------------- I'm about to get Japanesed? Chidori must be Japanese for "ballsack". Can you believe I worked out beside Coutsos #1 today after school? The man can lateral pulldown the entire stack of weights! It's alright #2, I'm sure you can do the same with your mind. ----------------------------------- Paul Tue Feb 17, 2004 9:18 pm ----------------------------------- chidori=a thousand birds=lightning strike. Some kinda strike thing that stabs you with energy on a person's hand, and "kills you to death" hehe I love that phrase. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Feb 17, 2004 9:19 pm ----------------------------------- Chidori...=...ballsack? I don't get what you're saying. ----------------------------------- naoki Tue Feb 24, 2004 4:40 pm ----------------------------------- I'm about to get Japanesed? Chidori must be Japanese for "ballsack". Can you believe I worked out beside Coutsos #2 today after school? The man can lateral pulldown the entire stack of weights! It's alright #1, I'm sure you can do the same with your mind. fool. Coutsos #1 does that by hacking into the International Weight Adjustment server and re-programming the displacement pulleys to do it for him! Then he goes over to Naruto.Com, and transfers the music files into the school PA system, to play the theme song while the machine works itself out. Also, I will Chidori him good. But first, I must do 5 hand symbols (2 involve breaking several fingers to accomplish it) and charge up for approximately half an episode (10 minutes) before I can attack. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Feb 24, 2004 5:03 pm ----------------------------------- Hehe. You called him #1 as well! Ze Darknezxxxxx..... ----------------------------------- Paul Tue Feb 24, 2004 5:18 pm ----------------------------------- Hehe, I'll be ready to do the sound effects of finger signs, *FWAPP* *FWAPP* :D ----------------------------------- Mazer Tue Feb 24, 2004 9:42 pm ----------------------------------- fool. Coutsos #1 does that by hacking into the International Weight Adjustment server and re-programming the displacement pulleys to do it for him! Then he goes over to Naruto.Com, and transfers the music files into the school PA system, to play the theme song while the machine works itself out. Naruto theme music? You mean for the music they play in the morning instead of the usual crap we have to listen to? Now there's a plan. I'm thinking either the second intro song or "Strong and Strike." And then for effect you and I can run through the hallways (on the walls, like true ninjas) performing hand seals, shouting rapidly in Japanese, and beating the crap out of each other. Sound good to you? ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Feb 24, 2004 10:25 pm ----------------------------------- I'd kill to see a wall-walking bear. ----------------------------------- Mazer Wed Feb 25, 2004 7:52 am ----------------------------------- Well, I'm not sure how this has to do with anything but... http://users.mnsi.net/~mdss/wwb.JPG Remember what you said, now. Go and kill Tom Coutsos. EDIT: Oh yeah, you were calling naoki bear now... doesn't matter. You still have to hold up your end of the bargain. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Wed Feb 25, 2004 8:55 am ----------------------------------- I dunno....smells like a doctored photo to me...But discretion is the better part of valour. You will have his beautiful head on a stake by noon. ----------------------------------- Maverick Wed Feb 25, 2004 4:39 pm ----------------------------------- Im not sure. That looks real to me. But im not one of those CSI guys ----------------------------------- naoki Wed Feb 25, 2004 5:26 pm ----------------------------------- actually, considering how people in naruto can summon animals, i'm guessing that a bear should be one possibility. after all, they have summoned frogs, puppy dogs and monkey kings. bearsex no jutsu? ----------------------------------- jonos Wed Feb 25, 2004 5:58 pm ----------------------------------- what!!!? i don't think ive made it that far yet. i guess i will just have to read a lot more. i still think sexy no jutsu is the best jutsu, next to your bearsex ones. ----------------------------------- Paul Wed Feb 25, 2004 6:00 pm ----------------------------------- God, I see no ANGST, we're going off topic. Geez, stick a sex in any word and turn it into japanese... ----------------------------------- jonos Wed Feb 25, 2004 6:04 pm ----------------------------------- this IS angst. angst is reading naruto when we should be doing doing normal stuff like trying to get laid and stuff, but instead we are rebelling against others our age and achieving more angst-level then them. does that make sense? ----------------------------------- Maverick Wed Feb 25, 2004 6:53 pm ----------------------------------- WTF is naruto. And who cares? ----------------------------------- jonos Wed Feb 25, 2004 8:16 pm ----------------------------------- !!!! naruto is life biatch. narutofan.com and go check it out for your soul's sake. wasn't trying to be rude or anyuthing with biatch, ive just been wanting to say it for a long time, but its' a pretty gay word so i won't use it again. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Thu Feb 26, 2004 6:01 pm ----------------------------------- Here's an actual piece I wrote for the Pluralist writing contest, that I'm submitting tomorrow... It's not angst. It's a prose piece, and you can read it to find out what it is about. Cold Morning Prose – 218 words Dawn breaks dreary and still. A death-grey forest of barren trees and lifeless shrubbery is arrayed on a steel-grey canvas pierced with the virgin rays of dawn. Like lazy fireflies in no hurry to alight on the ground below, early winter snow drifts gracefully down. One flake lands cat-like on the eyelashes of a hunter below, but he lies perfectly still; such is his art. He is like a lioness waiting in tall grass, with brutal claws ready to dispatch her prey; his concealment, synthetic camouflage; his prey, a noble stag. In his hands lie pain and instant death; his mind is awash with the heady intoxication of holding power over life. One slow, smooth pull and the stag dies of lead-death. The Lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. Viewed through the clear glass of his scope, the crosshair-pinned monarch of the woods seems too real, too vulnerable. By now the sun has been born of the cool womb of dawn, and the outreach of the fully manifested saffron sun brings warmth to him. Abruptly the hunter’s illusions of godliness are interrupted, and he realizes he cannot bring himself to kill it. Filtered gold spills through the spindly arms of warmth-starved tree branches above as the hunter trudges off, pondering what it is to be merely human. Tell me if you can see the sort of plot progression too (Hint: The two arcs involve [environment, man]. So basically like [0,0], [5,5]. Except the two "coordinates" are details about the "scene") ----------------------------------- Dauntless Thu Feb 26, 2004 6:08 pm ----------------------------------- Additionally, Men In Hats (meninhats.com, by Aaron Farber) featured an angst-modification poem. This is the original; { Oh this horrible thing called life. I wish everyone would just shut up. I hate the world and I am alone. } The modified version, by Aram, one of the characters. { Oh this horrible thing called religion. I wish Sam would just shut up. I hate the Jesus and I am sick. P.S. God sucks. } Aram then runs off and hands the poem to Sam, the confession stand guy. Don't be offended! No way does anyone condone this type of thing! Here's the original strip: http://meninhats.com/d/20040209.html ----------------------------------- Mazer Thu Feb 26, 2004 7:44 pm ----------------------------------- Here's an actual piece I wrote for the Pluralist writing contest, that I'm submitting tomorrow... It's not angst. It's a prose piece, and you can read it to find out what it is about. Cold Morning Prose - 218 words Dawn breaks dreary and still. A death-grey forest of barren trees and lifeless shrubbery is arrayed on a steel-grey canvas pierced with the virgin rays of dawn. Like lazy fireflies in no hurry to alight on the ground below, early winter snow drifts gracefully down. One flake lands cat-like on the eyelashes of a hunter below, but he lies perfectly still; such is his art. He is like a lioness waiting in tall grass, with brutal claws ready to dispatch her prey; his concealment, synthetic camouflage; his prey, a noble stag. In his hands lie pain and instant death; his mind is awash with the heady intoxication of holding power over life. One slow, smooth pull and the stag dies of lead-death. The Lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. Viewed through the clear glass of his scope, the crosshair-pinned monarch of the woods seems too real, too vulnerable. By now the sun has been born of the cool womb of dawn, and the outreach of the fully manifested saffron sun brings warmth to him. Abruptly the hunter's illusions of godliness are interrupted, and he realizes he cannot bring himself to kill it. Filtered gold spills through the spindly arms of warmth-starved tree branches above as the hunter trudges off, pondering what it is to be merely human. Tell me if you can see the sort of plot progression too (Hint: The two arcs involve It's about a guy camping in cs_office during a round of counter-strike. Right? I'm not going to pretend I ever try to understand poetry by myself, but I'm curious as to what this one is "really" about? ----------------------------------- Dauntless Thu Feb 26, 2004 11:00 pm ----------------------------------- Oh, it's not like a hidden meaning. It's like this; it starts off cold and bleak, and the hunter is like a machine. He's unfeeling towards the fact that he is about to kill something. He feels like he's a God, because he can has power over life. Right now, if he wills the stag to die, it will die. (No pun intended...it was completely p-unintentional :twisted: ) And that proverb comes to mind. But it has an unexpected effect; he remembers the giveth part. As the dawn bursts into day, he warms up and feels compassion and decides to show mercy. He walks off feeling like a human, and thinking of the ramrifications of that. If Kevin read this he'd be like, stop camping! Such a n00b! But he wouldn't be able to say spray! Or, knowing him... Oh yeah, the progression thing I was hinting at was [cold, machine-like], [warm, human]. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Feb 27, 2004 5:36 pm ----------------------------------- Here's the latest Angst from Jeriah, the clown: A Haiku by Jeriah Yo, sadness is like all up inside this nigga East coast forever "Well, that was an interesting twist on your usual works." "I aimed it for today's youth market." ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:00 pm ----------------------------------- More angst: Sadness is like cherry blossoms I hope you find the irony in my nihilism The flower is in full bloom It falls to the ground the cold hard ground All because the world is a horrible place. All -------because -----------------------te world ------------hates everything. F**k the man. ----------------------------------- jonos Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:10 pm ----------------------------------- nice poem, but someone please lock this topic, im gonna commit suicide any minute!!!! ----------------------------------- Dauntless Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:12 pm ----------------------------------- That's always heartwarming to hear. I mean, that's always like having the fiery hellhounds of hell (redundancy is good in angst) snap at the heels of your sorrow/innocence. At least we know we've served our purpose. ----------------------------------- jonos Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:18 pm ----------------------------------- i feel of suicide every time dauntless utters his words, my hands flow over my blood stained keyboard, the blood is from my rists, i lick my rists because i am a vampire, i belong in hell because i fornicate with animals, when i am in teh form of one. does no person know of my pain, i drove a steak through my heart, but it was cow, and not wooden, i am an idiot. i am an immortal vampire and i cannot be killed. when will my pain end, i shot myself with a gold bullet, when i forgot that its a silver bullet. i am a disgrace! ----------------------------------- Mazer Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:50 pm ----------------------------------- Roses are red, like blood Violets are blue, like the bruises I get from throwing myself down the stairs after reading jonos' posts I'm no good at poetry And neither are you (I'm kidding) ----------------------------------- jonos Sun Mar 07, 2004 9:53 pm ----------------------------------- now i am going to commit suicide!!!! im not serious about what i write in this, it takes me probably 30 seconds and idon't put too much thought in it, so i don't really care if you think it sucks, because i think it sucks!!!! but if you say that it sucks then i will just hvae to write some more. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Mon Mar 15, 2004 11:06 pm ----------------------------------- **** the world with its corporate marketry Kids today rife with indecency So caught up in your politicin' So blind you can't see you're trippin' Girls just in their teens Trying already to be fashion queens Big America trying to change the world Liberated countries where U.S. flags unfurl We really need to ask what's the motivation Greed and corruption only feeds my agitation What is a country with no values doing "saving the day" when the media is screwing with the people of today with shock advertisement SARS, mad cow, anthrax,West Nile, terrorists All excuses for Big Brother to look over your shoulder People today don't even stop to think Sex sells, and people listen to whatever is told to them The growth of indecency and hypocrisy is quadratic We legalize drugs cuz teenagers already have it One thing feeds on another, and soon we're Sodom and Gomorrah What's the world going to be like when you wake up tomorrow Pedestrian tactics won't help you save the world Overzeal and deception won't help you save the world The answer is not to legalize or invade Think it out if you want to make a change Well then. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Tue Mar 23, 2004 10:30 pm ----------------------------------- Visit here again, people...new recruits. Tell your friends ;) ----------------------------------- jonos Tue Mar 23, 2004 10:39 pm ----------------------------------- Why must we sit and watch, While Spain rots to the dogs, As cowardice and ill feelings Run rampant in all the EU's dealings, We must stand for what we believe in, And not fall down to those who call us heathens, Only 4 countries can lead, In truth and protect other's greed, And make it safe for the other, Countries to come in after, And eat up the economic deals, While those who liberated sit and reel, Do we want them to become isolationist, Because they will help when the anti christ, Comes again to wreak havoc, Among the ignorant whores we are, While we sit and watch those countries bar, Our cowardly asses from their dealings, we sit and moan because we have feeling, Now, but not when they needed our help, We have failed the world and those who lead us from hell... ----------------------------------- templest Fri Apr 09, 2004 12:32 am ----------------------------------- pathetic fallacy is when a character exaggerates traits in nature so that they believe it is talking to them through symbolism / teen poet gets stuff out of nowhere (darkness...what darkness?). I haven't read further to see if anyone has corrected this, but last time I checked.. pathetic fallacy was when the environment adjusts to the mood of the situation? ie: horses going insane, thunderstorms, ect in Macbeth? yep, did a google search: pathetic fallacy: an expression that endows inanimate things with human feelings. Not flamebait. Just a little commentary. ----------------------------------- Dauntless Fri Apr 09, 2004 12:35 am ----------------------------------- Huh. Well I guess I got the wrong idea from English class. ----------------------------------- naoki Sun Apr 11, 2004 2:13 pm ----------------------------------- Templest is correct on his definition. You could have the darkness surround a person and swirl about him, to "add" to his sense of confusion. ----------------------------------- templest Mon Apr 12, 2004 12:33 am ----------------------------------- let's give it a shot... **ahem** Bitter Heart... Lost love... and Ruined Innosense. The deep darkness of my cold black heart hurts, I feel do lonely and the pain from those jerks, no one understands how I feel, only I know that it's real, I am invisible to many eyes, no one cares so I just don't try, every morning I wake up and breath, feeling like a lost dove, everyday I feel so naive, for once believing that it was me she loved, now that this love has come and gone, why do I still feel so wrong? This poem makes no sense, but neither does your mom. -Templest ----------------------------------- Dauntless Mon Apr 12, 2004 3:42 pm ----------------------------------- Hear hear, a new recruit. Welcome, brother Templest. Templest, ooh-ha-ha! It's not fucking easy being green The things people say are fucking obscene It's like, everyday people practice being mean On me; it's not even funny I never asked to be this particular shade How come all the black white and yellow guys get laid? I'll just sit here and fade into nothingness...brutal nothingness You think French guys have it tough Being called a frog is barely rough If you're not one you don't know nearly enough about the world of pain that I live in. Let me just take a moment to remind our readers that this thread, and other quality threads like "Rap" Battle and Derek's Philosophy were brought to you by Dauntless....look for my future campaign to enter the Spam Pantheon! ----------------------------------- jonos Mon Apr 12, 2004 3:54 pm ----------------------------------- You think that you're lives are shit and do not matter, But you haven't taken the shit I take as i hear the cool-kid's laughter, I walk past in my black nailpolish and greasy hair, With my white skin I don't fit in with them there. I wish I was black because then I would fit, Then I could rap and not have to take this shit, I'd rather be a coward and a frog, Then live with myself, a wet dog. You think you're being tortured because you're green, But Toad, you haven't been white like me or unclean, I cut my fingers so they are scarred like I play guitar, Cause I can't afford a plastic one because I'm a retard. I can't find a job because of my clothes, And because of the AK-47 under my trench-coat, One day I might as well snap, Blow some fucking brains so I don't have to take this crap.