Undead Poets Society

[NAto]

Ehhh it's aight,1)Me and her are still Best friends and 2)From the way she talks about her current boyfriend,she wants me back.But I still need to do some soul searching so a relationship can wait.Till then all I could give if she breaks up with him is the ride on the ballogna pony

Well good thinking mate, it's better to take it easy

So far that's 1 Giovanni,1 Salubri,My Malkavian,and now 1 gangrel in the mix.Oi Vey,I smell this world burning in our midsts already

Funny how that happens

[BoneofFear]

Stalking the Broken Moon



Stars falling for this night of terror
Slow degradation tears upon tranquil nights
Like a pack of stalking nightmares
We watch as all countrys fall into decay
Slowly watching for a new burden

Border Lights scanning the skys
Figures return from oblivion
Old words fading into dust
"The antideluvians are coming!"everyone shouts
As the mark of the raven creates a sandstorm
Swallowing us all whole

A well sung eulogy for the prince of greed
Rings of the Death March bringing those blessed with betrayal
Death eyes me down with her beauty
Locking eyes,our minds slowly wander towards each other's path

Quiet cadavers shimering in night's light
I hear a hollow howl towards the moon as love is created by madness
Deconstructed figures watching in a perverted glance
As their shallow laughter voids from death's ears

Her embrace slowly killing the mad hatter
As all forests lay in broken spines
Torment and Revenge following the salubri
Deep into the rabbit hole she provides scars
Revival of the death's king

Revenge shall be ours!

[BoneofFear]

Well good thinking mate, it's better to take it easy

Well me and her are back togeather now so that's a plus

Funny how that happens

Ghenna's coming

[BoneofFear]

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Malkav’s True Enlightenment
By K-Bone

Wizards weeping at the morbid forest
Layered deep within the mud
Mistress of pain,Queen of Darkness
Shining her blacked light at their beady eyes

The masks of epiffany staining the dirt with their final breaths
A mark for which no one shall see
A dark deed for the dark daughters of janus
There’s no more prays,no more better days
Final scars begin to display the final words

"Bad blood will seep into your vains soon enough.
Also prepare to fall faster into oblivion,
For your name shall now be scared amongst the kindred forever.
This dreded demon I see before me,is now the demons to be blame."

The faded reflection in the mirror,strangely clear
Hunt for the blood so divine
Gift for madness from wine
No more better paths,no more signs of conjecture

Thine prey thought to see me fooled
Thy mirror finally cracks
Ye hast been forsaken
Your broken peices shall remain sacred to us

As my skin mends,I begin to miss who I killed

[Drakan]

The Blood Moon

(if anyone wants the backdrop to this, PM me. Enjoy!)

And so through the night paws did thumper
Trembling through the ground like thunder
Six gleeming eyes through the night peering
hunting for dark life thier bloodlust leering
of rogues abroad they snarl rotting teeth
for out of fresh wounds red blood do unsheeth
"our brothers thou had tought fear and dread"
"by fate of the gods ye shall live among the dead"

Thy lands call of a defender
Thy lands plea of our protector
A gift of the god of darkened lights
A Queen birth forth a pack that fights
Under a red moon stained of voilence
A Bloodmoon's symbol death to malevolence

A dark warrior ode to silent disobedience
who fights oneself underneath his silence
In systematic stride he bloodies the battles
As a yearn for true life within him rattles
His cry for freedom for the love of a fae
Impurest of blood and many adored as the stray
who kissed his face and kissed his soul
the brute became warm became all whole

But what fate lay for him in death?
What become of thee in your last breath?
As his queen unsealed his fate in the halls
His soul in servitude as it dies and falls
So lingered an inward howel desiring escape
of a life that was well born of rape

In the midst of the derelict rain
He abandon the life for which he slain
Never to go quietly in the night
As the ice spy impurity and shadow in the night
the bitter voice that scatter snow
shadow's heart knows there is nowhere to go

"Her soul is impure" she say
"Her soul understand me!" comes his cry
"Impale her thou fangs as a true warrior"
"Never no more! Ye shall never destroy her!"
All the blood that flowed
Under a red moon that glowed
As shandro his impure love lie dead
As the gods shake her soul tormented

And so through the night paws did thumper
Trembling through the ground like thunder
As a black silhouette carved through the snow
Regarded by gods and moon an unforgiven foe
All the rouges these fangs fought
stained blood and scars all for nought

[Drakan]

Rise and Fall of the Sun

I watch the sun rise
Naive I am not wise
I hear the bird's song
All day they sing so long
I watch the bees bring honey
Under skies ever so sunny

I watch the skies crying
Aware the hapless dying
I see a bird folding his wings
It's blackened soul no longer sings
Bees are buzzing to the dust
Where they perish as life must

I watch the sun fall
I hear a grim call
As the flesh grind to bone
Every book written and done
As the blackness come to take
Souls the light once make

[BoneofFear]

Lovely ones there maaaaaaaaaaaan.

Here's one song that me and a girl I've been trying to get with (that one bitch is outta my life now so On to a new crazy one ) have been working on.

Birthing Pains
By K-Bone

V1
I choose to hurt myself
For what I have become
These truths of lies are blurred
I will detest,I am done

I swallow all the pain
The only feeling felt
I cut away my pride
As my whole world,will slowly melt

Pre-Chorus
I'll show you who I am
My dearest fiend
Take note for I shall fall
Deep inside the willing dirt

Chorus
Take my everything
For I'm useless to thee
Rip me inside out
I'm no longer me

V2
I bask in open flames
To burn my shame away
The melted flesh will stain
I'll stop caring for the day

These forms,these open scars
My brain begins to rot
The liars chairs,for you
As I start to connect,these dots

Pre-Chorus 2
My loved ones gone astray
Nothing left but shame
The soothing feel of blades
Deadline on the head

Chorus 2
Take my whole being
My dear demon
The longing road is closed
For this night of dread

V3
I'd do it all again
Give you a running start
I will let you down
Let me fall apart

I'll take it all away
And show you how it hurts
Forget me cause I'm gone
The wreckage that lays with me

Repeat Chorus 1 and Pre Chorus 1

V4
I'll ruin your world too
If you follow me
Bright the pasture lies
Inside the ashes tomb

I will break you down
Send you here with me
Death,the calming test
I will lay you to rest.

[Drakan]

Thanks Kyle. You wright some real kick-ass stuff yourself. They feel rather medieval in the general theme. "Death becomes thee" is my favourite.

Most of my shit is usually a case of thinking to much.

Hey! How come the rest of you don't show more stuff?

[Krypto]

I have merely not tapped into what could be potential poetic writing talent. But i will do soon enough don't you worry and if not eventually i promise you! i always like a spot of philosiphy. First of all i hope to poetically analyse 'The Blood Moon' it's a marvelous peace of work one that rhymes and tells a story elegantly

[Krypto]

Well here we go, i don my ever reliable pen and take my first steps into the ever curious and soul touching art of poetry. Spent 2 hours this evening nurturing this creation, i can safely say my ultimate 2 hours of this week so far. An absolute joy to create, it began as a seed you see than quickly blossomed and flourished into an extensive tree of poetry. Please excuse the overwhelming length

I decided not to reveal the background of the poem, this allows one to interpret the poem more thoroughly, without coming across possible spoilers. And therefore make the overall experience more enjoyable.

Criticism, praise, improvement, suggestions anything at all is most certainly welcome with open paws!

Now without further ado may i present to you all..

Tranquility of the damned

Thoughts are cast to the memory
of blue skies.
From the scent of lotus flowers
to the stench of skewered flesh.

A kingdom vast in wealth and beauty,
a stretch of land with no end in sight.
Corrupted by greed and dark intentions,
now i stand before the seed of evil.

Honour and trust brought into question.
Kindred made to slaughter one another,
no sign of love that once flourished.
What fools are we blind to this fate,
whispers amongst the shadows,
a chorus of elusive voices, the ever
subtle footsteps throughout the night.

Father and son, mother and daughter,
brother to brother.
Relations cease to exist now.
Famalies torn asunder,
morales twisted by dissolute leaders.

My world crumbles through passionate eyes.
Homes licked by the scorching inferno,
Taverns reflect a cold welcome.
Cathedral doors tainted with the blood
of the fallen. The holy cross non-existant.
Religion scattered to the four winds,
banished without a single trace.

A land lies desolate and violated.
Flowers shrivel and moan in agony,
Grasping for the elixir of life.
Lush, green forests rich in life.
Splintered and toppled by raging battles.
The sweet, innocent tweet of mocking birds
or the spiritual howl of the noble wolf?
All distant pleasures of a long forgotten world.

I see now that nothing matters,
No rescue from these grim and gloomy times.
No fear manifests as i ponder my fate.
The enemy pounces towards thy position.
Garnishing a psychotic look in the eye,
Ever emphasised by a bloodthirsty grin.

Keen on the coins stashed
securely within my pouch.
Greed has eviscerated all
warmth on this plane.
The reaper can't be far off now,
Sharpening his scythe and
ecstatic in hysterical laughter.

As my sword is drawn for the oncoming skirmish,
my spirit is instilled with peace and happiness.

As my mind is casted towards the days of light.

[NAto]

Hehe, any commentry I might have on this poem will probably be biased, seeing as how this is partly how I feel about the world (hence my signature ).

Cool poem though man... Although it's long it's easy on the eyes and easy to read, also it achieves an emotive function which is cool I think we should finally make the switch from post-colonialist literature to pre-apocolyptic literature

[Krypto]

Thank you Sir! indeed my poem along with thoughts are heavily influenced by emotion, you may be enthusiastic to know my upcoming poems will cater to your taste

Based on depression and misunderstanding, we'll all had our share of tainted humans in our lives. The change in colour is used to emphasize the effect and feeling of the poem. You may notice wolf characteristics

Recession of Innocence

Once more through the desolate streets.
Eyes harbouring at every turn.

Grins of disapproval,
eyes filled with disguist.
Hissing at the stray that lies
amongst them.

Onlookers spew forth tension,
scream at thee brimming with coldness.
For I am the stray unloved, unappreciated
alas so misunderstood.

Hounded for my image,
not once seeking what lies here in.
Innocent and pure yet i am,
what mocking God believes i deserve this?

Invokes the fury that quells inside me.
Retribution against those who torment me.
Yet i harbour a good and heartfelt spirit,
forever guided by the light of Rakuen.

And so my burden inevitably continues.
Striving for a pack where i truly belong.
Searching for those charming few
within this broken world.

Devoid of warmth and open arms,
no brotherly bond between fellow men.

For now i walk no company besides me,
thy shadow dances eternally with me.
One howl of despair is all i shed.

The journey goes on, with no end in sight.

[Drakan]

I thank you Ali for your contributions. You have so far done most excellently. I rather admire your refusal to be bound by the rhyming of sentences too.

I'm most particulary fond of Recession of Innocence. Well done.

[Krypto]

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, lucid dreamers and entrepid ghouls. Please lend me your ears as I resurrect this apex of human creativity from the embers of the ashes, to rise once more like the glorious Phoenix! A token of my gratitude towards Dan, as it is he who inspired me to return to the joyous venture of plummeting my inner thoughts.

Here's one I began a few days back, the inspiration is derived from no source other than my own thoughts. I prefer to follow a natural style, letting the words flow like an elegant river. I think it's about time I release it as it is, rather than wallow over what may be improved. I believe Poetry to be subjective to each individual reader, in my eye I am content with it.

Constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Cascading Purity

Sleepless dreams dance in decay,
Incarcerated hopes remain locked away.
Despondent Elkwood pierces the infinite ether.
Violated by the greed of the two legged parasite.

Hollow towers spawn of desire,
desecrate horizons with dire compassion.
Starry nights are seldom none.
Sprawling concrete jungles deplore
The earthern womb.

Nature's creatures exhibit true abundance,
living in harmony amongst Gaia's groves.
Like water and tree nurturing all,
unbiased in selection, loving to all.

Incessant filth fills the air,
showering contempt beyond the morbid domes.
As the radiance fades into the cosmic ether
Will the beast reverse his relentless destruction?

Gaia bears no mercy for the ill.
Parasites swept by Neptune's wrath.
Shed a tear for nature's groves,
before the greenery sleeps beneath an eternal tomb.

[Drakan]

Ali, you've done wonders at resuscitating this wonderful library of the mastered art of the langauge. I'm still yet to re-scan one of your previous entries, but I have no doubt that your style has not wavered on ounce by any means. You have indeed an amazing and intelligent grasp, as does anyone else who has posted their works here, of metaphors, construction and flow of thoughts and so forth. In short, I admire the beauty in this latest poem.

You have all done well. It is a shame that no one has ever posted much more, including myself. Please! I implore you all, show me some more wonderful works!

I don't know how true these uttered words may be, but in terms of critiquing poetry I believe (at least from my perspective) that it's difficult balance one's thoughts thoroughly merely if only that in my mind there is no correct or incorrect way to write it. At the end of the day, it all boils down to one thing: metaphors. Call it what else you like. Intepretations, analogies, a figure of speech woven into a construct, it's all a matter of putting the mind through the fingers and into paper - or a keyboard.

I do plan on working on some writing soon. Hopefully, I'll have something new to show you all. In the meantime, hopefully I can fix that dreaded yellow I used. If not... hmm... I'll have to think of something.

Well done, Ali. I am both proud of you and pleased to see this thread recieve such adoration. Thank you.