Truth Is Only Skin Deep

Posts : 18 Join date : 2012-03-23 Age : 31

Hello every one this is my first post here and I thought I may as well post a few of my poems and see what every one thought

Fun Interrupted.
It is fun to see
What others claim
Do not exist

I revel in
A madness that
Claims many, releases few

Or, so I'm told
By the men in
the white coats.

But the others
Shimmering, etherial
They show me paths

Paths that exist
That others don't see
That don't exist.

I travel one
As we speak
I near it's end.

What will I see?
What will I have?
Peace, at last.

Why Laugh?
Last night i had a dream.
The dream was set on a stage
And the stage was set in a theatre.
The theatre was grand and proper
Lush tapesteries hung on the wall
The seats were all of a plush red
Silk cords tethered the waiting crowd
Wanting to see the play
The play of a thousand souls
The play of ten thousand smiles
The play of a millon frowns
The crowds was ushered in
They took their seats
The lights dimmed
The curtain was drawn
The stage lights rose
And there I was
Bound and naked
Broken and disheveled
Eyes swollen shut
From fists of rage
Blood free flowing from my nose
From the broken cartelage.
Scratches and deep cuts
From nails and knifes alike.
The crowd gasped
Then one broke into laughter
Which spread to another
And another in succession
Quickly like wildfire
Until everyone was in a roar.
THen I fell over
And the laughing subsided
Until one person shed a tear
And that tear hit another
Causing her to cry.
The entire theatre wept
The floor became very damp
Cleaners came in with mops and buckets
But they too cried when they saw me.
The curtain then fell.
The crowd stopped
The crowd then left.
And I remained, waiting for the next show.
Only one thousand minus one left to do.

Black And White.
Black and white board,crissed and crssed all over the place.
Up and down,and side to side I wish I could move like that.
But now I look out at the black and white,fighting to die and kill.
To get to the end is my goal but i weep for every soul.

So here I am sadly,it is true,on a field of black and white.
I am black he is white.We are of the same but I kill him in the name of a game.
I wounder and think while I wait to be killed,Did he have a soul and a life?
Didi he truly care for others,like I,or am I alone in this bloody mat?

So that is my story. Iwatch in pain as my good friend dies only so I can get to the end.
The horse slowly dies and is taken awat and I stop to watch,
Before I move telling myself I will end it all.

So i get to the end of this black and white board.
I turn in to a powerful piece.
And watch as I pin the king;woundering and thinking,
Why is he the only one not to die?
I win the game and watch with sadness as the board is reset.
And all this happens once more.
I am back to being a pawn,fighting to get to the end of the black and white board,crissed and crossed all over the place.

Subject: Re: Truth Is Only Skin Deep Sat Mar 24, 2012 2:32 pm

Hmmm...depressing but nice. It is nice to see new people here. Welcome Silverguns

Posts : 18 Join date : 2012-03-23 Age : 31

Thank you I am glad you enjoy them and thank you for the welcome

Subject: Re: Truth Is Only Skin Deep Sat Mar 24, 2012 2:40 pm

No problem at all. *grins*

Subject: Re: Truth Is Only Skin Deep Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:09 pm

Nice poem, I like it ^.^

Posts : 18 Join date : 2012-03-23 Age : 31

Thank you those three are very old though I was a bit surprised any one liked them

Subject: Re: Truth Is Only Skin Deep Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:39 pm

You should read mine, i have some up in this forum as well.

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