Ninjavenom
Oct 13th, 2003, 12:24 AM
I've just been writing phrases down recently, in what i guess you'd call "poetry", only what i write never means anything. I just write down the phrases that pop into my head. It's kinda weird, and some of them are senseless, with impossible adjectives o .o They're all separated by an empty line, the same as how i wrote them.
Just as bastards craft their jewelry
Shrieking vomit like a fountain
Conditionless Power Overwhelming
It's like pools of fucking stardust
Cursed apocalypse of napalm
May i browse your shelves tonight?
Perhaps but a twitter
For fear of grinding darkness
With shredded omnipotence
Influence... waning
It's pointless to continue
Thank god for apples
Bone grinding agony of flesh
Back down, mighty Golem!
Feast no more tonight
Lest ye crave sculptured vanity.
Sloth
I'd like to claim i'm not a bucket psychopath
But who knows?
It's like spawning children
Only ferociously powerful
...And when you touch the lips of God...
Do you bleed?
It's kind of like slitting the throat of a gutterslut
Engaging carnal cruelty
Maximize the crustcore
Karate Whore
Defilition of the autophage
Empiric tyranny grasping wildly
Hope only clings for so long
The key grip of the new millenium
Quite like the banter of Harpies
Where lymphatic suffocation occurs
Once consent has passed
Eliteness forcing dept control on one's ego
Sliced through like a knife fucking butter
Putrescent perversions pervading the pacifists
Of a sheltered ego
Salmonella
Fish
See? Poetry sucks unless you're the one who wrote it. :(
Just as bastards craft their jewelry
Shrieking vomit like a fountain
Conditionless Power Overwhelming
It's like pools of fucking stardust
Cursed apocalypse of napalm
May i browse your shelves tonight?
Perhaps but a twitter
For fear of grinding darkness
With shredded omnipotence
Influence... waning
It's pointless to continue
Thank god for apples
Bone grinding agony of flesh
Back down, mighty Golem!
Feast no more tonight
Lest ye crave sculptured vanity.
Sloth
I'd like to claim i'm not a bucket psychopath
But who knows?
It's like spawning children
Only ferociously powerful
...And when you touch the lips of God...
Do you bleed?
It's kind of like slitting the throat of a gutterslut
Engaging carnal cruelty
Maximize the crustcore
Karate Whore
Defilition of the autophage
Empiric tyranny grasping wildly
Hope only clings for so long
The key grip of the new millenium
Quite like the banter of Harpies
Where lymphatic suffocation occurs
Once consent has passed
Eliteness forcing dept control on one's ego
Sliced through like a knife fucking butter
Putrescent perversions pervading the pacifists
Of a sheltered ego
Salmonella
Fish
See? Poetry sucks unless you're the one who wrote it. :(