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my..psychotic...poems..
PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2003 1:40 pm
by Kenchii
Gods Love's
When all hope is gone, nothing to hold on to.
Your left standing, all alone.
Alone with shame, dispare, and regret.
doors open above your head.
"is it possible that I am dead?"
wing feathers flot down with white glare.
God sends his angels down to help you with your fears.
He helps you everyday, you just dont know.
You just have to learn to accept his love before you really 'go'.
You might have seen these posted before, just thought to put them back on... they are 2nd place award winning at the local dade fair i attened.
Billy
Remember me Billy?
When you made fun of me.
Remember me Billy?
When you pushed me around.
Remember me Billy?
When I broke into your house.
Remember me Billy?
When I grabed you by the throat.
Remember me Billy?
When I got out and didn't make a sound.
Remember me Billy?
When the cops came in and looked around.
Remember me Billy?
You can't remember Billy because...
They found your body dead on the ground.
Slipping Closer & Closer
As I enter the room covered with peers,
I am waiting for my assingment that lurks near.
As a cold breath blooms across me,
I turn around ever so solfly.
A silhouette of a demon I seen,
My thoghts were very keen.
He punished me with his jokes, and cruel laughure.
Things he said he thought he would get away with.
Everyday slipping closer and closer.
Disrespecting, unconrtolable jesters.
Everyday slipping closer and closer.
Til that day arived when a fist was throwed.
Brushed off my sholder, it hurt my bone.
Not taking permission to assult a friend,
He did it again, and again.
Two,three,four,more and more.
Anger rushes inside of me, fast and uncontrolably.
Thoughts of death follow up behind my head thinking swiftly.
"I can't let this go, I can't let this be." ,
As I thought so quietly.
Then I slip to another place in time and agree to let your control loose.
"This is the end of your games, the're will be no truse".
Grabing his head with the palm of my hand,
I take it and slam,slam,slam.
Brain cells begin to fry away,
I have thoughts of him dieing today.
Soon he grabs my arm and pulls away,
Walks back slowly,
Looking confused and empty.
Everyday slipping closer and closer,
that day came, and now its over.
All done by Kenchii please dont use in any way .. yeah..
PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2003 3:20 pm
by Master Kenzo
Good writing there, Kenchii! I could have sworn I heard that Billy one before though, did you post it on any websites?
PostPosted: Tue Nov 25, 2003 7:13 am
by Tet-chan
I like the billy poem
PostPosted: Sun Nov 30, 2003 4:44 pm
by Heaven's Cloud
Yeah, the Billy one sort of freaked me out! Great poems!
PostPosted: Sun Nov 30, 2003 4:47 pm
by Solid Ronin
That Was Awesome
PostPosted: Mon Dec 01, 2003 2:21 pm
by Kenchii
thanks!
PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 9:19 am
by Kenchii
Here are some more I just made... BTW they are all copywrited.
You Won
I'm traped again.
In a cage with no friends.
All I see are enemies, trying to kill me.
When I try to move, I bleed.
When I try to succssed, I fail.
They are smashing my heart in with silver nails.
I want them to go,
I want them to die.
They push me down whenever I try.
Fighting my way out, I'm dieing inside.
Everyday falling no chance to survive.
I guess this is it, it's the end...
All thoughs people broke my defence.
My body is mutilated, but I'm still here.
My life has finally ended with agoney, failer, and fear.
By: Brian Borray
1/8/04
Confused
Why do I hurt?
Why do I cry?
Why do I trip, when I try to fly?
When will this stop?
When will this go?
When will flame melt all snow?
Why can't I win?
Why can I fail?
When will I free my soul from this jail?
This may sound redundant, but this is how I feel.
And no, I don't want to eat the 'last meal'.
Why do you hate me?
Why do you scream?
Why do you try to fight the unseen?
No, I can't do that!
No, I cant do this!
Do you want your head smashed with my fist?!
My mind is bothing me, almost everyday.
Nothing I can do now, nothing I can say.
Doctors don't want to help me, beacause I don't have the 'green'.
Friends not beside me, because they are all mean.
I knock on the door, but who do I see?
Demons breaking my soul, and feeling it with agony.
Pain that won't go away, everyday its with me.
Hate is all that I see.
Its getting to me everyday.
What more can I say?
My mind is getting mad, its thinking angry thoughts.
I really don't want to do this, but I'll shoot some shots.
This time I mean it, and 'No' I won't miss,
When you lay on the ground, with my hand at your chest,
you will have second thoughts on who you have distressed.
Don't try to hurt me,
You will not hurt me.
You finally understand whats going on.
After all these years, you were playing the same ol' song.
I will knock you out the door,
I will put you on the floor.
No regrets this time, you know what this is for.
You will be gone, your life no more!
Brian Borray
1/13/04
You Can't Win
aka
Sticks & Stones
Push me around, make me mad.
Put me down, make me sad.
Just keep giving me 'trys' and 'trys',
make my hate rise.
You think you got me,
you think you won.
You ain't seen none of my anger son'.
I'll slice you up and cut you down.
Or maybe I'll make you drown.
You put me though a lot, but i'll put your though more.
Smash your between an iron door.
Try to put me though hell, you'll regret it.
You'd wish you never 'said it.'
By: Brian Borray
1/8/04
Commericalized Products of Society
I see you walking everyday thinking that your good.
I see you talking, thinking your thoughts are all understood.
I see you buying all that crap, everything that you could.
You think you can be someone else by just blending in.
You think you can be a star with just the clothes, money & sin.
You better be ready for the crap your going to take,
You going to fall in the dirt, cry and your going to break!
Steriotype child with a messed up brain.
Its people like you that drive me insane.
You cant understand whats right from wrong,
Only if it is sung to you from a famous song.
Buy my shirt, that is cool, buy my CD 'cause 'I rule'
Try to look the best in school,
ending up the complete fool.
Life is more then just popularity
have you ever heard of the word sencerity?
Who are they to you?
Plenty I see,
You have a hard time finding the key
To open up your heart and finally realize,
Thos people are ugly, devils in disguised.
Your getting pointed out and riticueled
Then you'll hide your head, your the fool
You finally understand whats going on
..and the hell with that famous song
Its yourself that you got to know
let the real person show.
By: Brian Borray
01/20/04
PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 1:52 pm
by true_noir_chloe
Nice poems. I was curious, did you post these at Megatokyo's forums and they completely flamed you? I think I read the Billy one over there. They are the worst forum in the world for writers. That's all I'll say about that forum.
You're really good.
Those last poems were easy for me to rap to.
I'm sorry you have such anger, and one day I hope that subsides, but it sure made for some very deep and poignant poetry.
PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 3:22 pm
by Reverie
[i][size=84]Its yourself that you got to know
let the real person show.
[/size][/i]Excellent, excellent, excellent!
Great poems!
PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2004 12:45 pm
by Rachel
hey, cool poems.
PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2004 4:51 pm
by Kisa
good poems, kenchii.
PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 6:54 pm
by Kenchii
Thank you, all of you!
PostPosted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 4:49 pm
by Solid Ronin
I wanna say it again your awesome as it comes to poems btw I saw your pic and your avatar look alot like you
PostPosted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 11:24 pm
by YesIExist
Those poems are rather angry. How are things going for you lately?
PostPosted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 3:17 pm
by Kenchii
Ronin of Kirai wrote:I wanna say it again your awesome as it comes to poems btw I saw your pic and your avatar look alot like you
Thanks, hah, I guess so..
YesIExist wrote:Those poems are rather angry. How are things going for you lately?
Well, rather okay. Somedays when I don't get alot of sleep I tent to be mad and stuff. Otherwise, im okay.
PostPosted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 3:39 pm
by Solid Ronin
I feel ya man
PostPosted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 6:19 pm
by churchgirl111
awesome poetry...i think that kenchii's poems and yours( one and the same??) speak well for those who ever feel anger or have people bully them and everything...having gone through that i completely understand the anger involved...hope the anger subsides but agree with chloe...makes for some beautiful peotry
PostPosted: Sat Jan 31, 2004 6:27 pm
by Zilch
(mouth drops open) HOLY HUNKAFAT'N'JUICYMEAT! THESE ARE AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!
Anger is one of the greatest poets in the world. So is loss of sanity.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 4:58 pm
by Kenchii
Thanks. Here are some more...
Judgement Day
Confusing thoughts approach on winter afternoon.
The final judgment will be said soon.
Will you love the one who created you?
Or will your perish within the heat that surrounds you?
Do you really love him as you say you do?
Do you really care for others like he tells you too?
I don't think your ready for this,
This is going to be a journey you already missed.
Running in circles around the flames.
Dancing to all his little games.
Understanding what is going on.
For you its yourself that is really wrong.
Darkness overthrows the being within,
do you have the strength to conquer sin?
Are you ready to decide today?
Or will you just colaptes in the shadows and fade away?
....
(UNFINISHED)
By: Kenchii
02/20/04
Nalcon
Injections everyday, i'm not getting stronger.
I cannot live without them.
I want to live without them.
To survive is to see again,
but to die in the blindness, I can.
Your my friend, I hate you.
I must feel you in me, you must keep me alive!
But I will kill you if you try to survive.
Bloodletting to death, you are my friend.
Keep me inside of you until the end.
You tell me hurt me and I don't know why?
Please Nalcon let go I don't want to cry.
Voices get out.
Please tell me not to hurt myself,
please forgive me for hating.
I'll kill you,
You have forsaken!
By: Kenchii
04/15/04
For those of you that are wondering what
Nalcon is its a drug from a game called
Galerians. I had the idea from after playing it. Drugs you have to take to stay alive but at the same time your hurting inside. These feelings can go towards other substances, not only drugs.
EDIT: Thanks for the nice typo pointers, I no longer have MS Word on my computer.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 7:34 pm
by antefurem
Ah, when will people learn?
Grammar is important even in poems! ::waggles finger::
Shall I poke further into criticism, or shall I stop here and give you a pat on the back?
I can give some constructive criticism... but I may need your "okay" after all these... uh... positive remarks.
PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:36 pm
by true_noir_chloe
I like the thought you put into "Judgement Day." Yes, it needs work; but, I still enjoyed reading this one.