SorceryNet #Poetica's Journal|
[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in
SorceryNet #Poetica's LiveJournal:
|Sunday, October 14th, 2007|
From Russia with love...
Место на земле/Place on Earth
To day I tried to shoot my cock
A pistols was loaded & locked
And then I listened a slightly squeeze
I saw the faces screamed kids.
To day I tried to trim my dick
And will become a natural freak,
But girlies licked big ice-cream
I ran away her breathing stream.
To day I tried to cut my glands,
It was a hard my little friends,
I found only rusted knife
Because that I still alive.
To day I tried to squash my head
Thom sang about on radio set
I rose a volume and will see
“The city sunset over me”
To day I tried to kill my self
I ask my baby about help
She bent and I’ll in inside
Her cherry lips, her legs, oh my!...
|Tuesday, July 25th, 2006|
Dont say a thing, dont say a word
Hush for me now, dont be absurd
Dont make a sound, let all noises leave
Hush for a second and try not to breathe
Just sit here with me, just for a sec
Hush for me, babe, for now I am swept
Just come in closer, turn your head like this
Hush for a second and give me that kiss
Now pull me closer, now make it last
Hush for a second, stop me in my tracks
Just let me feel you right here, up against me
Hush for a second, plainly and simply
Make my eyes close, make my day stand still
Hush for a second and give me a thrill
And then our moment has come to an end
Hush for a sec til we do it again
|Sunday, January 8th, 2006|
Part 1 (5 p.m.)
Office spaces are
Full of mystery
When everybody leaves
And lights are off
The desk's beginning to vibrate
and pensil crowls to the edge
It gives me shivers
When I think about all
These dark and empty caves
of multimillion megapolis
Part 2(after dark)
I put a spell upon the keyboard
and lubricate the chair
with my blood
only to protect myself.
I stayed at night
at the office
to watch the moving charm
of crack addicted floppy disks
|Saturday, November 5th, 2005|
Writing fiends of all calibres!
Reality Is Overrated has finally arrived
to a web space just one click away.
We have editors and writers, and hopefully you will also come across some publishing opportunities.
So, why not join now!
Warning: may contain nuts and insane persons alike.
Ps: please read the rules when you get there. Wouldn’t want too have too send you all to hell.
|Saturday, November 6th, 2004|
My Dear Anne / Poetry For Price
My Dear Anne
She sits in front of me, She moans and complains, She nags way too often, Ooh she cranks my chains! One day she was moody, “You’re so pathetic” she said, I looked back at her and replied, “I wish you were dead.” She makes me so mad, Why can’t she behave? She’s been a pain for too long! It’s time I dig her a grave. Gone will be my wife, The one I would do anything for, A woman who I loved, The one I use to adore. It really is quite simple, You see I just need a plan, I need to sit and think, How to kill my dear Anne. And now she must vanish, She must leave never to annoy, I think I will stretch her limb from limb! How lovely, something I think I will truly enjoy. No, no that just won’t do, I need something a little easier to acquire, Ah yes how simple, what was I thinking? I shall set her on fire! No, no, that wont work, Again that’s going to far, She’ll go up in flames, And my ceiling will scar. That’s it! I know what to do! I think I will poison her, She won’t have a clue! I will make her dinner, I will poor her wine, Then I’ll drop it in, And then we shall dine. So I made a toast, And I raised my glass, I smiled at her unsuspecting face, Knowing soon she would pass. And when she’s good and gone, I will cry and then I will weep, She will be buried in my walls, That is where she will sleep. I finished my toast, Grinned and I drank from my cup, She finished her wine quick, Never to wake up. She looked very unpleasant, And her head wobbled around, She dropped her cup, And she mumbled a sound. She looked up and moaned, “My dear Victor I feel so drawn, suddenly I’m so ill and faint.” And then she was gone. My dear she is dead, What a relief, I feel so much better Yet so little grief. I got up to dispose of her, but thought that would be rude. First I shall sit here And finish my food. The smell of the my dinner, so pleasant and sweet. My tongue tingled and watered at the very thought of the meat. I picked up my fork, I ate all from plate. I finished it quickly, So I could burry my mate. My turkey was bitter, It tasted like pine, I felt so dizzy, I knocked over my wine. I can’t believe it, I didn’t have a clue! I should have known, Known she wanted me dead too. So there we slept In our dining room to decay Touché my dear Anne, Touché.
My Dear friends, I invite you to come look at my new community called Poetry For Price. If you are a fan of all things macabre, come look at some work or post your own. It was created in memory of the late Vincent Price and Edgar ALlan Poe.
Take a look and enjoy!
POETRY FOR PRICE Current Mood: Spooked
|Friday, February 27th, 2004|
My head is pounding, my toes are cold, numb
Tired, sore, I lie in bed, throat swollen
Eyes push against skull, noise heightens pain
Bed lacks warmth, the house dark, shadows about
I arrive home, negativity sparks
My eyes swell, money is not an option
Throw it here, throw it there, not me, not I
Humble me, pity me, feel perception
Closed doors, smeared windows, tear falls, sit back, sigh
The green gets you places, deny me not
oh fortunate you, college of your dreams
House three stories high, car oh so so hot
Unfortunate me, kept behind, tears stream
|Saturday, February 21st, 2004|
NEW!!! Dedicated to my ex-friend Dallas!!!
Im sorry that I hurt you
Im sorry that I dared
I would have told you sooner
But I didnt know you cared.
I like him oh so much
And I know that you do to
But I think that I love him
And I want him to love me too.
You may be gone for now
But I will think of a way
We will be friends again
I will fix this one day. Current Mood: crushed
|Thursday, February 19th, 2004|
lemme know wut u think
Take me and hold me
and watch me fade away
Cry myself to sleep
I cry my life away
Break me and burn me
Kill me if you please
Stab me and beat me
Bleeding... on my hands and knees
Do you see me?
I am dieing
But in my heart
I will forever be crying. Current Mood: curious
|Sunday, February 8th, 2004|
Adolecent Love (By Meghan and me)
Cursive the words you wrote
In the leters you sent to me
remembering of times past
when we were once happy and whole
There was once a time when we smiled
in portraits for our own pleasure
and our time was once spent together
before everything was left behind
We once shared our lives
we once shared our time
we once shared our hearts
we once shared ourselves
Laughs we had of fun times
and tears brought by bad
the initial make up
and the anticipated break up
the way i used to look at you
the way we used to kiss
the things you used to say to me
all of these i used to miss
We once shared our embrace
we once shared our gaze
we once shared our passion
we once shared our forever
and now we are here alone
with nothing to separate us again
so lets go back to what we are
and what we will continue to be
|Thursday, September 5th, 2002|
We just sit here and look pretty?
|Thursday, December 20th, 2001|
This thing on?
*looks around furtively before singing karaoke-style to the Divynils and stripping*
-Sexy egyptian woman