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I would like to label this place a gallery of Devil's Views...

And WELCOME to a Devil's World...

The ignorant guy

The ignorant guy who wants to get his self-recognition,
the ignorant guy who cries...

The ignorant guy who wants to reach for the sky,
the ignorant guy he tries...

The ignorant guy who slashes his wrist...
The ignorant guy who's insane...
The ignorant guy who can't see...
The ignorant guy he's blind....

FALLEN.

I drift... My head...
So heavy.... It sinks....
From left... To right....
My hands.... My mind...

So fast... Is it right....?
Head's down!
Blood...

dark hour(s)

"Plans of God to run,
Things of gains to tons,
Minds, torn within sorrows in incarnations,
forbids us....

Turns in folds,
lights on hold,
Familarity bans control....

Falling rains,
Shiny grains...
Paint a sky of burning pain....

Walk a past...
Path of lust (last)....

Stirs of distal visits... black.

An hour which controls within us... Blink..."

Introduction : dark hour(s)

Dark hour(s). Dedicated to mankind and life. 'Dark' which symbolises the groping & confused stage they're in. Or the things which they often pretends they know and do even though it's just all part of our imagination and spectaculations in this colourful world. Like a man in the dark or in his sleep. Beliefs generated.

'hour(s)' to see life of an individual as a singular subject. A singular unit. To understand that despite the long or short life spans that exist in this world, life itself is not measured by the length but quality of it. That a moment too long may often be too short when you look back at it. Like the way people describe how your whole life's experience would just flash by you just before you die. The duration. An 'hour'? It's just what you make of it....

Overall view - The poem is trying to describe the helpless trapped feeling which exist in a person's life and as to his / her views of life in general.

Main Body :

- "Plans of God to run"

In life, there always seems to be fate, plans, certain 'designs' and destiny which have to be followed.... No matter which path you walk, it would seems like it has already been laid out to an extent for you? Overall, life as in the world would still seems very much of a Newtonian nature though it has already sort of been 'overruled'.

- "Things of gains to tons"

As above. Things already laid out in life often because of human's nature / instinct or greed, people just try to exploit the systems, other people... And abuse the existing world...

- "Minds, torn within sorrows in incarnation"

The world existing as it is. To a great extent today is shaped by the leading species - Man. Our world today shaped by our ancestors 'yesterday' and the world 'tomorrow' would be shaped by us. Though not all disgrace. Ruthlessness and selfishness are inevitable parts of the picture. And with these pictures strongly built upon the existing world today, we are in turn shaped by it and ready to reproduce them for the use of 'tomorrow'.

- "forbids us...."

The above picture reflected. Restrains us from revealing our true human nature and is returning us to bestiality.

- "Turns in folds"

Different turns and moments of your life hiding from you as if they're all folded up but waiting...

- "lights on hold"

Justice and fairness being unable to strike a position to reveal themselves in life... In this world highly structured by humans...

- "Familarity bans control"

These things just repeat themselves until we are all so USED to it.... We just let life repeats itself as it is... As time goes by.... Nobody would really question why or do something about it....

- "Falling rains"

Seemingly a gloomy season. A natural part of a cycle. A natural part of life.

- "Shiny grains"

Have you seen how the beautiful sun set on the crops of harvest before? Symbolises hope and life. Again a natural part for the cycle of life. And it has been brought about by a seemingly gloomy season.

- "Paint a sky of burning pain..."

As a picture and a symbol, it is suppose to be so beautiful. Yet, the food we have are used to feed on people who would kill each other just for the sake of their own 'tomorrow'. Creating the existing ruthless world...

- "Walk a past"

Living our life as it is. Living our life as our ancestors did.

- "Path of lust (last)"

And the kind of life or living we've chosen. Of our own selfish desires and objectives (lust).... Would probably be the seal of our own doom (last).

- "Stirs of distal visits.... Black."

As history revisits itself..... The killings and greeds of the past comes back to haunt people of the present day.... All seems so dark and uncertain.

- "An hour which controls within us..."

A life. A singular unit. Are we making use of it or has it been making use of us? To do the things we wanna do within this life time... Or to do the things which needs to be done?

- "Blink"

When we're so very tired, we just can't hold our eyes open anymore... We blink... When we wanna refresh the memory of the picture we're visually experiencing in our mind, we blink... Normally... We blink... Blink...? Why do you 'blink'? Are you tired? Maybe it's time to start afresh?

After words :

'Dark hour(s)'. May it be one. May there be many. Is just what we make of it in the dark? Notice how the poem rhymes from the start slowly coming to a blunt ending rhythm? A repetitive picture of life to a point where questions come from within....

Bizzare Day

Bizzare day... Dark sky,
heavy rain... Droplets turning black...
Polluted, it's gloomy...
The sky, it's heavy...

Bizzare day... Light cracks through...
Hope turns stray... All becomes gone.
None.

Bizzare day... Empty shells...
Blood... CLEAN. Silence.
Bizzare day, it's weird.
Bizzare day, it's wired.

Bizzare day, so to speak...
This beautiful day I stood.
Air is fresh, sky is beautiful...
But what I see is this 'bizzare day'...?

Talks

Talks about God,
Lords...
Talks about thoughts,
lots...

Thoughts about me & you...
Thoughts of revolution...
Talks about things... End.
Talks about life span...

Talks, thoughts.
Talks of my thoughts...
Thoughts of yours, talk...
A thought so strange...

Talks of the street walks...
From all walks...
Thoughts of the nine clocks...
Top... Bottom...
Separate walks...

Self-DESTRUCTION...

SLASHED YOUR WRIST,
SMASH YOUR HEAD,
CUT YOUR TONGUE AND BASH YOUR RIBS..

DIG YOUR EYES,
PULL YOUR HAIR,
CUT YOUR THROAT AND BREAK YOUR NECK...

TWIST YOUR ARMS,
SQUEEZE YOUR THROAT,
DROWN YOUR LUNGS AND DIG YOUR ABS...

PULL YOUR TENDONS,
SINK YOUR RETINAS,
FLOOD YOUR CAROTIDS WITH ALL THE TOXINS...

wah... so violent...

Originally posted by Devil1976:
[b]Self-DESTRUCTION...

SLASHED YOUR WRIST,
SMASH YOUR HEAD,
CUT YOUR TONGUE AND BASH YOUR RIBS..

DIG YOUR EYES,
PULL YOUR HAIR,
CUT YOUR THROAT AND BREAK YOUR NECK...

TWIST YOUR ARMS,
SQUEEZE YOUR THROAT,
DROWN YOUR LUNGS AND DIG YOUR ABS...

PULL YOUR TENDONS,
SINK YOUR RETINAS,
FLOOD YOUR CAROTIDS WITH ALL THE TOXINS...[/b]

A reflection of the new generation.

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

A reflection of the new generation.

DESTRUCTIVE... You can exercise self-control to avoid it, but you can't deny the FACT of ITS EXISTENCE...

Originally posted by KittynMeow:

wah... so violent...

Alot of times, the things that we do to ourselves are... Just that in reality, they appears to take a milder visual form... And my WORDS on CONSTRAST seems so MUCH BOLDER... In REALITY, rather 'harmless'... Compared to ACTIONS...

Originally posted by Devil1976:

DESTRUCTIVE... You can exercise self-control to avoid it, but you can't deny the FACT of ITS EXISTENCE...

Yup. All around us every seconds.

SAME Old Me

Neither big & neither small...
Deep in my heart, it's same old me....

Neither steel or something raw...
What's on my mind, the same old me...

Distal thunder struck the sky...
Still in my heart the same old light...

Through the motions...
Through the prides...
How much have I grow?
Same old me....

Fall of a Society

Stand. On the head, he's tall.
Shoulders. On the burden that we've brewed.
Shaking. He slowly lost his sight and lost his mind...

Stand. On an empty head, it's meant to fall.

Day, not the end...

Day, not the end.. It breaks free and come again...
Day, not the end... The life span....

Day, not the end... It's not the end....
Day, as we wait each time... Would it come again...

Day... Would it come...?
The day... I would break free...
That day, it shall come again...

Originally posted by Devil1976:

Day, not the end...

Day, not the end.. It breaks free and come again...
Day, not the end... The life span....

Day, not the end... It's not the end....
Day, as we wait each time... Would it come again...

Day... Would it come...?
The day... I would break free...
That day, it shall come again...

Night, not the beginning.. it ties down & go again...
Night, not the beginning.. The expiry date

Night, not the beginning.. It's not the beginning....
Night, as they can't wait each time... Would it go again...

Night... Would it come...?
The night... you would hold captive...
That night, it shall go again...

Battle between Day and Night!

Sadness Engulf

Sadness it engulfs me...
Swallows me as a whole...

Like an empty shell eaten up...
An entity without life...

Sadness it surrounds me....
Steals me of my life...
Spits me like a misery...
Tiny rotten lime...

Sadness when you see me...
Walking down the streets...
Words are all that fills me....
Nothing felt within....

Originally posted by Devil1976:
Sadness [b]Engulf

Sadness it engulfs me...
Swallows me as a whole...

Like an empty shell eaten up...
An entity without life...

Sadness it surrounds me....
Steals me of my life...
Spits me like a misery...
Tiny rotten lime...

Sadness when you see me...
Walking down the streets...
Words are all that fills me....
Nothing felt within....[/b]

Just curious Devil, ae you familiar with Emily Dickinson?

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

Just curious Devil, ae you familiar with Emily Dickinson?

No. Why?

I don't think I would have much chance to read poems other than except from in here? Not like I would have the time...?

Originally posted by Devil1976:

No. Why?

I don't think I would have much chance to read poems other than except from in here? Not like I would have the time...?

Heehee sometimes your poems remind me of hers.

After my exam I will do a thread for her. She is quite an interesting person.

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

Heehee sometimes your poems remind me of hers.

After my exam I will do a thread for her. She is quite an interesting person.

Why? Is she 'dark' as well...?

Originally posted by Devil1976:

Why? Is she 'dark' as well...?

Heehee. No lah, not she is not dark lah.

She is very shy type.

Look out for my thread if you want to know her better.

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

Heehee. No lah, not she is not dark lah.

She is very shy type.

Look out for my thread if you want to know her better.

Then you say I reminds you of her...?

KILL YOU

Cut, I see you bleeding...
Soaking the floor....
Your tears purifies the blood...

Sad. Is it an emotion?
Why does it affect you so much?
Yet I don't feel a thing?

Pain. Is it a physical strain or torture?
I see the emptiness fills you up as I execute.
Numbness prevails....

Death. Is it a torment or just a process?
Is it the beginning or the end?
Would your body still be there?
Would your soul still be in it...?