The poetry room
Ah, be welcome in my poetry room....as you might hear by the echo, this room is far from full and yet to be decorated with sounds from all over the world.... Maybe even your own... So if you feel creative, please go ahead and write me a poem... Make sure to fill in all textboxes so the right people get the credit for the artwork on this page... For now there are only my own little scribblings and very welcome contributions by friends, but the collection is still growing, and so is my appreciation for your creativity...
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When you send your contribution to the poetry room you will end up on a strange white page.... but do not worry...just hit the back button and you're back here in the poetry room to enjoy...eh...well....that's partially up to you...isn't it?
Rockclimbing Silence
by Purgatorius.
R ays of sun trying to torch our backs and necks
O nce we started climbing the rock...
C ould not hurt us, for we had trained our techniques, arms and leggs
K athy, Jane and Gwen said we would be the laughing stock...
C ould they be any more wrong, we thought, as we were about to reach the top
L iving life to the max.... That's what it's all about...
I  found my balance on a good place to stop
M aking sure my safetyrope was attached as I admired a cloud...
B eautifully drifting by, my freedom this cloud represents
I  felt more happy and free than I had ever felt before...
N ever before totaly free, just me and two of my very best friends
G oing on now, for allmost within my reach lies this great peak's lore...

S till I wonder what would have happended, if...
I  would have checked the ropes myself,
L ying here lifeless, broken cold and stiff...
E nded my life in a second, allthough I was in perfect health.
N ow who tied that rope, was it you Frank... or Jeff...
C rying out from high above my body, screaming that question to you
E ventually they will here me, I thought, but you guys seemed deaf...
The Cold Night
by Purgatorius.
T his bed seems enormous now that you're gone...
H ollow seems my soul now your joy doesn't fill it
E ndless seems the day when I wonder what I've done...

C ould you not explane why you decided to leave,
O ver and over our last day spooks through my head...
L ike a ghost it sneaks up to me, the everlasting grief,
D uring the evening I wonder what if.... but lonelyness instead...

N ow that the sun has set and brightens some-one else's day.
I  realise that that is what you are doing too...
G iving your light, your smile and your body away,
H owever no longer to me, and why would you...
T his empty, old body just is no reason to stay.
Untitled
by Just B.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I'm feeding myself on your eyeballs,
Just look at me chew
Death
by Purgatorius.
D emolished you lay there before me, my dear
E nded your existence in a fatal accident...
A ll that knew us, knew my greatest fear
T his is it, this is were our life together does end...
H ow some dare call you just a car, we know you were my friend...
Predator
by Purgatorius.
P erfectly hidden, perfectly still
R unning suddenly then, will he succeed?...
E nding all doubt in a flash with the kill
D eath is inevitable, like human greed...
A lways be cautious, always alert
T he predator is hiding in the shade...
O n your journey called life you will get hurt
R emourseless you must be, design your own fate ...
Untitled
by Black Rose
At the morning I can't eat
I'm thinking of you
On the middle of the day I can't eat
I'm thinking of you
At the evening I can't eat
I'm thinking of you
At night I can't sleep
I'm starving of the hunger
Untitled
by Wightangle
I cannot see nor can i hear you, but from above you have come to warm my neglected body. He comes from below only to take the nectar from my unyielding soul.
As you fill me with your plentiful, pleasurable fluids our souls meet and for that moment i shall be free from the darkness that holds its existence inside of me.
And after you go I shall die once again,
Only to be born on the night you come again.
Look into my eyes
by Dark Angel
What do you see, when you look into my eyes?...
Do you see how much I love you?...
I want you to see...
The joy you bring me...
Look into my eyes and see my soul...
The soul you keep alive...
To watch you sleep...
And listen to you breathe...
From my eyes...
Heavens tears fall...
Falling from the sorrow...
Of knowing I have hurt you...
Yet...falling from the joy...
Of knowing you love me...
My love...Look into my eyes...And tell me...What do you see?
What I need
by Dark Angel
I need a place to hide in
A friend to confide in
I need a home to rest in
A talent to be best in
I need a bed to lie in
A large pillow to cry in
I need the rain to run in
A world to have fun in
I need my Spider to trust in
No other man to lust in
Lonely Night
by Thorns of Truth
P anted lips toudh in the cold of night.
A ction not of love, although pure with delight.
S urging with warm pain, that is all too lovely.
S topping is not an option, continuing is inevitable.
I nnocence is lost, insanity is born...
O rgasms are marked by full and complete satisfaction.
N aked and nameless, you were a dream that was too good.
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