[Jabble]

Sleeping with Devils

I'd rather sleep with devils
In red lingerie
Then live by their standards
Conform and obey

I'd rather taste fruit
From the tree of desire
Then live my life fearful
Of brimstone and fire

Cause darling your legs open
And heaven's gates close

I'd rather feel carnal pleasures
And be labeled defiant
Then let my soul wither
Longing but silent

Cause darling your legs open
And heaven's gates close

As I stand outside heaven's gates
You can strip me of my angel wings
But paradise is not lost to me
Because what's wrong with sex
Between consenting adults

Frostbitten Sunsets

Been paralyzed in a disguise
That slashes my mentality
And makes suicide a reality
Depressed, haunted, and constricted
As my sanity's twisted
Frostbitten sunsets you insisted
Persisted we'd find paradise
Poisonous promises-
I was falsely serenaded till I was jaded
Then despair invaded
Incarnate
Venomous devils
Caused my hallucinating dreams
And excruciating screams
Then left me trapped in existence
By depression's persistence

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[Goose]

Please don't ever let anyone remotely involved with the actual band ever read this. If Trent ever found out that this is what his music inspires in people, he'd shove steak knives in his ears to ensure it would be impossible for it to ever happen again.

[tim]

Jabble: this is not meant unkindly, but when you grow up you will be highly embarrassed if people find these on the internet. For your own sake, don't post any more.

[Jabble]

Well, thank you for the feedback, even though it appears that you two didn't like the poems. That's ok, honest feedback is always appreciated. Take care.

- Jabble

[ADSF]

The first one looks more like a song. More importantly a song I wrote when I was 8 and upset at my mom for making me go to a youth group church session.

[tim]

Are you suggesting he's infringing your copyright?

[ADSF]

No I'm suggesting that there is a certain level of acceptability here


...if s/he is 8 and upset at mom for forcing intolerable religious activities on him/her.

This post has been edited by ADSF: 03 June 2008 - 04:40 AM

[tim]

Oh, if he's (I don't normally make these assumptions but I'm nigh on positive in this case) 8, then it's quite good (though my advice still goes, don't post it on the internet). I would've said 14.

[coded]

ASDF is right, those are more lyrics than poems. I fail to see any structure to them outside of rhyming.

[0boy00]

i'v heard worse. fuck it i'v written worse but i would agree unless you have very thick skin dont post it exspcialy not on this site

[kristin]

0boy00, on Jun 8 2008, 09:39 AM, said:

i'v heard worse. fuck it i'v written worse but i would agree unless you have very thick skin dont post it exspcialy not on this site

You are totally missing the point. I think one should introduce himself first before thrusting his shitty poetry on this lovely little community we've got here. It's not appreciated when, right off the bat, someone rolls in here seeking criticism or validation.

[0boy00]

kristin, on Jun 19 2008, 02:22 PM, said:

0boy00, on Jun 8 2008, 09:39 AM, said:

i'v heard worse. fuck it i'v written worse but i would agree unless you have very thick skin dont post it exspcialy not on this site

You are totally missing the point. I think one should introduce himself first before thrusting his shitty poetry on this lovely little community we've got here. It's not appreciated when, right off the bat, someone rolls in here seeking criticism or validation.

im just saying you post stuff like that and it's going to get slated so if your the typ to get offended by ppl saying your poems a load of crap then you shouldnt post it on this site or any other for that matter

[Jabble]

Awake

As I approach the portal, between consciousness and sleep
I smell the romantic aroma of peach mango scented candles
The sweet fragrance of burning apple cinnamon incense
And intoxicating cherry vanilla perfume, drifting across from the other side

When I crossover into dreams
I hear serpents and scoundrels, speaking in tongues
Sirens singing of carnal delights, for shipwrecked sailors
And a seductive symphony of unconscious desires

I see bright yellow eyes, glowing in the summer moonlight
The reaper and father time playing chess, one of them nearing checkmate
The Phoenix rising from the ashes, of forgotten senses
And vibrant colors of red, orange, blue, pink, and purple

I feel cold hands reaching out from the shadows
Warm breath on the back of my neck, my hairs standing on end
Smooth velvet skin crawling beneath silk sheets
And wet tongues that slither slowly across my chest

At an elegant banquet, I dine on the finest ambrosia
A flavorful assortment of tastes, with sweet spices and marinades
Lobster tails and crab legs, smoked salmon, glazed shrimp, and filet mignon
Cooked vegetables, forbidden fruit, cheesecake with caramel, and white wine

Across the crowded ballroom, and through a maze of forgettable faces
I see a beautiful woman in a black sequined dress
She has soft white skin and long auburn hair
Red fingernails and a radiant smile, behind crimson lipstick

Her eyes are mysterious and mesmerizing
The right one is light blue
And the left one is dark green
Neither seem confined by mortality, or concerned with time

After a few moments she notices my transfixed gaze
And our eyes meet in a moment of unconscious destiny
Then she smiles seductively, and confidently walks towards me
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