February 12, 2010

  • Two Poems

    (Note: these two poems are derived from older posts on this Xanga ranging back at least three years. lol! I’ve certainly been here a long time! … Anyhow, they are of a somewhat solemn/depressive nature, as most poems of mine were back in those days. I still find myself attracted to darker displays of art, and in a way, I don’t think I’ll ever stop respecting ‘dark art’, even if I were to turn into a fluffy pink bunny tomorrow for some random reason. Dark art expresses the yearning soul, locked in a complex of worldly anxieties,… which I both sympathize and empathize with. … … *ahem* Sorry. went on a rant there. … Enjoy! )


    Idleness, a dreamkiller
    The clock ticks late
    Held to blame for wasting away
    Another day

    Steadfast in the corridor
    the voices forever echo
    What have you done?
    Where have you gone?

    The temptor beckons the morning
    for another day to wither
    though not within sin
    its without progression

    An anxious spirit appears
    dismissed by the mockings
    as the voices of habit
    manipulate once more

    Awake from the dead!
    Initiative calls
    The front lines await
    the order of your battlecry.

    Nam3less One
    (c)2006


      D   r   e   a   m   l   e   s   s
          The sleep of Darkness
            To where shall I go?
     Blind is vision, deaf is hearing,
             Shadow ever known.

    No light remains
                       Searching the Abyss
    The powerless daze
                      of the eternal, listless…

    No color to gaze
                      In silence sumberged
    Eyes layeth still
                      as existance is purged…

    No form of will
                      The image so ebony
    All is nothing
                      In eventless purgatory…

      T h e   n i h i l i s t   m o t i v e
              Enforced in patience
              of time nevermore…
       A  n  n  i  h  i  l  a  t  i  o  n

    Nam3less One
    (c)2006


Comments (2)

  • I liked both of these. The first I can relate to all to well, those voices that both tell me to waste the day, then accuse me of doing nothing with my life. I’ve gotten better at silencing them, however.  

  • Yes, This is really cool I like how you arranged the words in the second poem it really added to the ambiances of each sentence for me.
    Indeed…I think I like the first poem more for it seems to me to relate to your short rant in the beginning very well.

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