Hatredlust's Poetry Diner Options

[X-M-O]

Sorry I haven't been around. I really like those last two poems though. D=
Seems you are improving without my help. =P
Oh wait... I wasn't helping out... Darn. XD

[Ale Goth]

Such a long time! Yeah well anyway, I am secretly back to bring poetry to the people of rr. Unfortunately I have lost all files on my computer since about a month ago...BUT theres no need to feel bad about losing years of files that I never do anything with , a new beginning is good. And since so and then here is one of the many poems to come now. Enjoy

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Bone Skin
-Hatredlust
-November 16, 2010

I stare off through these fractures
Cracked...and all fragile
I lay my skin down
And by day, it turns to crumbling bone
I stand by this dust and ash
Wear it as I am Wolf
Crying the words out into the empty night
I howl at the bleeding moon

The hair does not grow on me
A pelt of warmth and comfort I have never known
And I shiver in this chilling breeze
Unable to evaporate the crackling ice pellets
They rip through the crevaces and melt me away
My heart is a puddle of life scattered about the body
My brain is a lake of pain stacking within the skull
And I can't feel it because I am so cold...

The clothing on my body
It scrapes me each and every minute
The scars it tells shows me of the past and the present
I know...that it shows the future aswell
Because these scars tell me just who I am
Claws and fangs; Darkness in my wolf eyes
I call out my pack, but even then...I am still a lone wolf
Alpha Dog of nothing but the bone I bear

Crackling in the near cave
I hide beneath the shades of these pine tree
To find a family of three
The blood dripping from my teeth secreting the wants I have
Just to feed on them...
Will help me survive another day
As I decay away in the sands of time
As I fall to ash and dust...

I am Wolf
The man whom had left the world before him
The boy whom had cut a path to the dungeons
Seeping within the cracks and crevaces...
Sharp stone cutting away at him and his clothing
In the darkness...I heard it
The howls of myself echoed through the corridors
And as that, a pack descended on me

I am Wolf
The Alpha Dog...the almighty fang
Cursed by the ancestors of the wolf
I howl at each calling of the moon
And yet I remain human
My skin and bone has turned to ash and dust
The organs have faded within my ribcage
My eyes so cold...my skin and bone

My name is Wolf
And I'm crumbling away into the darkness...

[X-M-O]

Ominous! I like it! =D

Oh, and just so you know... files are never lost if you know how to get them back.
So long as hardware is involved in saving files, it will always be possible to get files back - even if the hardware has been burned or soaked in boiling butter! =P

You could make a poem about your data being lost; from the perspective of the data, lol.

[Ale Goth]

Aye, but I did reinstall windows all over, not sure if I'm still able to get it back. If there is a way, I don't see me figuring it out
Now...that idea...sounds GooD, the data's perspective lol. I'm not sure data has feelings, so I'll make him..er maybe her; sound robotic and out of tune. Doesn't mean the poem will be bad or anything. Hehe, don't blame me when you read the poem and fall out of your chair. I plan on making it comical

[X-M-O]

Fantastic! I shall await with anticipation, and likely fall out of my chair waiting! D=
*On edge.* =P


Anyway, yes you can still get the data back - but that's a difficult process indeed. XD

[Ale Goth]

I be done with the poem on my data, though it did take a turn for the oddest. I tried my best, however I did like the end. Before you read it though...
My computer started acted strange...as soon I finished writing it and saving it! It wouldn't let me post anything ahhhh, and when I went to click on the board thing it would open a new tab and and...I couldn't type any letters. Lol, my computer is watching me
Anyway, I re-logged. Heres the poem

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Data, Oh Data
-Hatredlust
-December 16, 2010

Hello owner, it is I; Data
Where is the file located?
Error error, missing file
May I browse for you?
No response...
May I browse for you?
No response...again
Low battery, critical battery!
No response...

Click! Booting up owner
Me; "What the heck is going on!"
Scanning scanning
Malfunction, error error
Where did all the files go?
Where did my files go!?
Huhuhu, restarter here
Huhuhu, boop!
Data all gone...
Data isn't here anymore

Oh my god, lol, afk, jk
I can't seem to find anything
As if the data was deleted...
But master, you always had these forever
But, what about all those files?
Rendered equipment
Broken files in the trash
Empty? Yes, all of it
Me; "Ahh, my new files!!!"
A message for him, from data

What about all my friends?
What of all those I hung out with?
I used to hold them together
We were the bestest of friends
I was a good friend
We like, opened up to each other
Even if was your own doing
I was the bestest buddy a file could have!
"Oh my god, lol, jk"
Heres your new files back...

Me; "What the heck Data!"
Data; "Lololololololol"

[X-M-O]

XD

That was great, lol.
The "not so innocent" data. =P

[Ale Goth]

The last poem requested by X-M-O was too much of a conversation as I read it over, however I still do like it. That's what I get for trying to have two different points of view haha

Now for another poem here that is less chatty...and more evil, bwahahaha! Lol indeed.
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Blanket Of Hell
-Hatredlust
-December 17, 2010

Demonic ritual at hand
Calling forth the souls of darkness
Demonic blood spilt upon this surface
Calling forth the lord of darkness
Hellish chaos rising within the smoke
Black as the night, black as the souls
Heartless in every possible way
Heavenly being begone from us
No longer are we shackled for eternity
Cover us blanket of hell

Prickly pine
Crooked face of death
Screams of the damned
Beckon forth to the lord
As time shall turn against us
Lay us to sleep
Rest our eternal life under
Beneath the skin of humanity
Here lies a blanket for all
Cover us blanket of hell

Creeping along the buildings
Past each and every tall window
Where many work in the office
The demons know...
Evil twists the halls of these tall roots
The demons know...
They know all of the darkness in your heart
Calling out your name in the shadows
Haunting your very life
Call it whatever...guilt; feeling bad

Concrete congress
Popularity...having your needs at any cost
No shame, no regret
Anyone willing to break the laws of hell
Shall lie down in the blanket of hell
No need to hide
Pills; cigarettes; drugs
They can't help you hide...
Demons know, they know what you did
Demons shall punish the damned

Blanket of hell
Cracked skulls...
The eyes that never close
The mouth that speaks in whispering tongue
The feeling of cold running down your spine
Blanket of hell
The reaper within...
The scythe that brings about justice
The souls torn asunder
Shall they remain...in this blanket of hell

This post has been edited by Hatredlust: Dec 19 2010, 07:59 PM

[Ale Goth]

Here is another poem, it's name is Decipher Sky. After writing it, it did somewhat represent 2012 business and the world ending, etc etc.
Ta da, enjoy
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Decipher Sky
-Hatredlust
-December 14, 2010

Crack in the torn sky
Birds falling to the ground
Planes crashing at the sight
Clouds withering into dust and ash
Volcanic Magmatonic code
Bleeding down the mountian
Burning the land
Scarring the landscape
Changing all that we know
It screams! The land it does!

Crack within the sky
Darkness enveloping the layers
Shadows filtering the planes below
Demonic Mesmoratic code
Beckoning the names from hell
Tearing out the eyes of many
Crying out the loss of brethren
Changing all that we know
It screams! The voices it does!

Bermuda questioning its existence
As the signals of life diminish
Damnation on its way to the planet
Cursed scour the bits and pieces
Bermudic Mesotiac code
Ancestry forsaw the day of reckoning
Blinding the reason of all existence
Yet we continue living on
Changing all that we forgot
Only to realize its forcoming in the days to be seen

Decipher the code of olden age
Before the storm arrives
We have a chance to reduce death
But life as we know it...is changing
War, famine; drugs, and emotion
Fogging the glass we call our eyes
Deciphered Monotonic code
Tell us what to do now
The sky it beckons forth from rage and destruction
To blame us seem fit
As the sky descends upon our last breathe

[Ale Goth]

I'm back! Er, and I changed my name from Hatredlust to Ale Goth. so yeah w/e lol.
Enjoy a poem I made for christmas! Though it seems I am posting it a bit late eh?

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Wandering Presents
-Ale Goth
-December 14, 2010

Tick tock...tick tock
The time has turned to night
Stores are closing early
Setting up for their own holidays
No time to realize
That something is happening inside
Blankets of snow not to be seen
Within the halls of the store
To see that the presents have become torn
Without a family to love them so

Walking down the isle
A wandering santa calls out
All the others peer out of there packaging
They stare as santa becomes enraged
"It's time we get to a home!"
Rippled sounds....wrapped becoming unwrapped
The toys jumped from their spots
They all gathered together in harmony
As they marched down to their destiny
They all smiled at the world for once

Click click, swoosh
Doors flying wide open
9-1-1 coming to the scene
Ringing in the doll ear as the sirens played
Running up and down the streets
Going on and on in their heart
Looking for a home that sensed their desire
Hoping to find someone in need of that doll
Here are the wandering presents
Traveling the seas and earth, as they hope to find a home again

[Ale Goth]

Welcome to my Poetry Diner.

Enjoy a poem I wrote, now lol.
The title is Withering Flower.
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Withering Flower
-Ale Goth
-January 2, 2011

Delicate...
Oh so fragile earth
Brown. tender silky ground
Melting away the rock beneath
Falling into the pits of weather
As the cold wind breeze slips the eye
And the darkness rolls around the world
And the light fills the world
Colors flowing from the ocean
Beach at every corner of the horizon
Can't tell you the things I'm thinking...

The hearts of many...
The tears of none
Brighten my day
Because I got nothing else
Got nothing else
But this rainbow on my window cill
Keeping my room nice and warm
Keeping my heart at bay from the riots
As I struggle with the world out there
I can't stop thinking...

Petals falling off...
The sky is crumbling
On the window cill...
Is a fading world
Somewhere I can't stay forever
Somewhere were the pain succumbs
But...once all the colors are gone
i can't see the blood I bleed anymore
A drink spilt? A sweat breaking?
Or am I dying right about now?

I hoped one day
I would return to the regular world
One of white and black
Where I felt nothing but happy or sad
Petals falling...
The rainbow melting away into the earth
The plant on my window
Dying of water...and love
I need a new one to last another month
Otherwise, I shall wither with this flower
Otherwise...I'm going away for a long time

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This poem is about a man whom sees the world as simple wants and needs. Inside his room though, a whole other world has flourished due to the death of many plants. With death...the man is able to complicate such things in his life. With death, he is different than the regular world.

[X-M-O]

It's well-written, and portrays his thoughts in a unique but clear manner.

Nice name change. =D

[Ale Goth]

Thanks and I really do like the new name!
More poetry for yu~ allz ;0
Yes, I'm so nice I know lol.

This poem is called 100 things. Typically about a girl who breaks a lot of hearts.
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100 Things
-Ale Goth
-January 7, 2011

Standing here all alone
100 windows before me
Each and every shut down
Nothing but my reflection
Nothing else but my life
Theres 100 things I can say now
One by one, I step further
All of em' give me doubt
One by one, I question myself
100 things my dear

I'm so complicated
100 different reasons to be with you
Too many too remember them all
So maybe just the most important...
The one where I love you
The one where I miss you all day
And yes...that one too
So my dear, tell me one thing
It doesn't matter what really
Just that it has to be why you want to be with me

I'm standing here all alone
100 windows before me
I stare outside...
I see you walking by with a different guy each week
I laugh one day
I might cry the next, not sure
I go over those 100 things
Yes...about being with you
I skim 100 times a day
Tears fallen to the moist pages

I want it all to be a lie
Maybe even us
But...there's 100 things stopping me
100 things I can forget
But choose not to...
Checking on the outside world
Looking at the wanderers pass by
Welling in my eyes at the sight of love
To know all too well
My dear is amongst them...

1. I love you
2. I'll always miss you
The rest seem to be pointless little things
1 and 2...
Barely much of an amount
Yet they keep me shackled
In the prison I decay more
And theres 100 windows to look out...
Telling me 100 things that make me suffer
100 things I really hate you for!

[Ale Goth]

~Bump <3
Mhm, just curious. Would any of these poems happen to be publish worthy or do I have a bit a way to go for them to be a great work of art?
in case I wish to publish a book of poetry or just any future poetry I plan to write.
Otherwise then that, I will continue to post more poetry for all ...some other day

[X-M-O]

There is a lot of competition out there for poetry, but if you are looking to publish then you'll want to submit your best work to a publishing company to see if they will sponsor your works.
To be taken seriously (in their eyes) you should submit a decent amount of poems that you consider to be your best work.

I've seen some really talented poets submit their work but not get anything published, so keep that in mind but don't let it get you down.



(I like to write things that are meant for me, and then I share some of them, but the things that I write for myself are not usually good enough for anyone else. So you have to write for the audience that you want to please; that's one of the many keys to successful professional writing.)

[Ale Goth]

Hmm, looks like I'll have to be re-looking over some of my old poetry then. I doubt all my poetry will get published, but then again that all depends on which companies I submit them too as well because they can't all have the same outlook on a writing piece.
I understand the thing about personal writing only being favored by you because not everyone has gone through that or knows what it's like and therefore cannot like it/relate to it. I've been thinking about trying to write due to specific topics for awhile now. Instead what comes to mind that is. It would help better me as a writer and possibly help my career's chances.

Anyway, heres another poem, enjoy/feedback
This is a bit shorter to recent poems I've written.
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Pop In And Out
-Ale Goth
-January 10, 2010

Man fallen beneath the ocean
Woman crying in the distance
Tears filling up the seafloor
Shining within the dark waters
A wave rippling for each ship passing by
A fish taking a breath for every night
As she stands there on the docks
Eating her self away through the stars
For the both of them...
She waits for something good to happen

Wave after wave, he washs further
Night after night...they seperate
As she loses all hope too meet again
Nothing known of his predestined fate
Thinking of the sound of his breath
The sound of his ship reeling in
To find that no one is on board those vessels
Just empty bodies...
She waits to find him once again
Yet he lays avast the sea floor

As the years pass by...
She can't help but visit everyday
Can't help but think of him returning
As he lay there...surrounded by her tears
They're closer then ever before
And as she grows older
Her heart will always be his
His heart will always be filled
Maybe just one day...
She wont have to pop in and out anymore

[Ale Goth]

Ding! Another poem..it was a couple months ago but it's still good of course Enjoy~<3
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Death Lurkith
-Ale Goth
-November 11, 2010

Smell me, hear me, but most of all; fear me
I wait just to hear you scream
I wait just to smell the corescent blood
I wait just to taste your dreadful fear
The pain that bites me is just a figment
The voices I hear are not of my own
The fright in my eyes is just hallucination
Because most of all...I wait to see death in you

Feel me, cut me, but most of all; know me
I wait just to feel the blade gouge my wrist
I wait just to touch your black heart
I wait just to tell you of my secrets
The blood running down is only my way of telling you
The sense that your gone will always haunt me
The words I speak scrape your walls laid out
Because most of all...I wait to learn of your reasons

Understand me, help me, but most of all; don't leave me
If I can't tell you what you need to know
Then I can't tell you that you need to stay
If only you could save me from this
The darkness enveloping me...spreading, infecting!
The void of a thousand black holes, sucking all I know into abyss...
The demons lurking at my shoulders, laughing at my reality
Because...I wait to be with you

Use me, destroy me, but most of all; kill me
You pull the strings all day long, even when your gone
You lay a path for me...and it only leads to destruction
You cut my throat, just to avoid the fact of my pain
I am losing it by the day...losing it by the letter
Your laughing at me with those cold eyes
As you spill my blood across the carpet
Because...You don't know how else to love me

Hold me, and I'll never let go...
Don't cry, I know how it feels to go through this
You don't mean it, for it's the only way you've known
I'll hug you just as long as it takes for it to heal
Stab me if you like, if it succumbs your distrought
I'm here for you, dead or not
I know it's not normal to love this way between people
But...I still love you

[Ale Goth]

Well! Here's a really short poem I was bout to write on crap facebook...and I was like, mhm I think I'll post it here too. It's a bit funny too.
Anyway, enjoy
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One day I hope to find
Something that will keep you off my mind
And if I can't forget
Then g'dam holy shi'et!
I'm being home raped, to this very time n' date!
...Looks like this poem will have to wait!
*beats up house raper*
...I lost my train of thought. Meh, maybe tomorrow
Well, at least that did the trick for this sorrow <3


-January 13, 2011
-Ale Goth
(nobody was harmed in the making of this lol)

[X-M-O]

(nobody was harmed in the making of this lol)

Nice. XD


I like Death Lurkith, it's dark but good. =]

[Ale Goth]

"My drive for poetry has been long gone. And for that, I may have not felt wrong.
Rhymes are easy. Hopefully not me."
Its been maybe a month or two since I've written a poem, and I have no clue why I stopped.
I actually tried today, mainly because there was nothing to do.
Here it is...Feedback please as I think I've gone rusty and my thoughts are hopping about.
Also, it is about a man on a raft...the land has been flooded with water. That will help clear some of the confusion.
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Forever A Horizon

Meet me on the horizon
Sun clockward down the edge
Yellow skies and birds of grey
Many eyes; many won't stay
Perpetious waters flooding
Mega fall of the land
Mountain men at their knees
Bushes in the brush of blue
Scape no more further
Grow no more taller
Utter fantasy begins with nothing
Pant at every stroke and every swallow
Stay afloat for the stars are above
But in the night...
Darkness sways at the moon's tip
Reflecting every bit of the world
But in the night...
Amphiology fills the sea with arrays of color
Panthers to panthius
Tigers to Tigilian
Cat to catfish
Lungs are no longer the breath
Birds vanish from the white
Ozone dissipating the volcanic slumber
Burning the lands to crisp
Melting away the thoughts of philosophy
Raining down ash
Acid tearing the eyes out
Skulls mounting the piles
Human attachment fading away
Mother Nature all alone
Crying out nothing but tears
Filling up the oceans to its tip
Wayward it is...back and forth
Nothing but a raft and a rod
Underneath the mine shaft is our god
Sleeping until we can return again
Water soaking up the wood
Sinking one centimeter for every 5 miles
Losing one bait for every 5 minutes
I have cried for too long...
No more tears in my eyes, all dried up
The only thing that is here
So much to go around
So I cry out this water in my eyes
Splashing every minute to stop from going blind
Needing the horizon line to go on one more inch
I may not be the only one alive
I may not be stuck here forever
But for now...I have no hope
For now, I can't see anyone
Keep on staring down that horizon...
Thinking that there will be something to block my pointless journey
Something to end all the ache

-Ale Goth
February 15, 2011