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Insane

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Poetry

You think I don't know what insanity is?

I am schizofrenic myself...

I went through horrible madness,

But now I'm doing well...


 

So yes, here are my pretty words,

Of someone doing extremely well

While in fact I am the worst case,

Of the sanitarium patients at all!


 

But I'm being protected,

By the messenger that is...

Darkness, O yes I love it,

But it's not who I am.


 

Opposites attract

I do love the dark side.

But evil I ain't yet,

Or I must be mad.


 

My soul is composed,

Of light and dark.

My soulmate is evil,

And I am good.


 

Being One and One,

Nyarlathotep I call.

But these two sides,

Are Yog-Sothis alive!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem written as a response on a comment.

A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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The Queen

 

 

Life

Is 

A chessboard.

Most people play the game 

As one charcter, because

They have little character

To speak of, they are

Like a child that

Has never been able

To learn how to skip, and 

They miss out on so many joys 

Of life, locked into the same role all the time,

Not realizing, that in the game of real

Life, in order to win, 

You must see beyond 

The rules of game, and 

It is not so much about

Each person having a

specific character, but 

How flexible we choose 

To be in each circumstance 

That life throws at us in order 

To achieve the outcomes we all want.

Some circumstances call for us to make 

Ourselves a pawn in order to win the game.

Other circumstances require the knight, the rook,

Or the bishop, and there is no telling when the need 

Will arise to play a given character for the betterment of all,

And that is the clincher when it comes to real life. People tend to 

Look at things in a 'fixed' way. They limit their own opportunities by doing so,

And without realizing, they limit the opportunities of everyone in their life.

Being a Queen in real life, in the eyes of a pawn, may appear to be the best character to be,

But the truth is, this is the job of a real life Queen if she indeed wants the greatest

Good for all of the characters, which in turn, will be her own greatest good, she must, at times,

Be flexible enough to play the role of the pawn. And that is why, in all honesty, she is the QUEEN.

 

 

 

June 19, 2013 2:27 PM

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are characters that hide in the same 'role' in life, and there are people with character. Be a person of character, and people of character will be drawn to you.

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INDIFFERENCE ?

Being good
couldn’t make me know
any better


I was harmless
they sold my name
and became
what I couldn’t


in the middle of daylight
I vanished like names
from voters’ list


with no difference
to who wins
or who loses


–R.K. Singh

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Vampire

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Just For Fun

I never knew I could want something so much

Or someone so strong

As I did you

Sparkling beauty like diamonds in the sun

Light skin and dark eyes

Lovely to behold and dark within

How could I know how this would end

I gave you everything

I grew intoxicated on your kiss

And then

You sucked the life out of me

And left me cold

Vampire

I never had a chance

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I've Been Standing on My Head

I've Been Standing On My Head,

Shaking  Good Ideas Out From  My Feet,
An Old Rocking Chair Sits on the Edge of My Tongue,
In case Words Decide to  Come,
Stillness May Allow,
Sharpe-Angled Bits,
To Enter Silver-Tonguned Dreams
I'd Be Dead If I Were Numb,
Ideas Come,
Fat Through Chewed Gum,
Stuck Underneath Tables When Young,
Awake and Stitched In,
A Simple Snow Day,
White Within,
Swirling and Hushed Echo Ballet Dance,
Flake-Up Into Night Sky  Chased Straight By Individual  Whiskey-Paced Red Faces,
Stupid Old Me Goes to Sea Again,
Let the Little Pink Fishes Swim Out From Your Eyes Again,

That's Where i'll Hide,
Behind  Immovable Stone
That's Where i'll Be 

I took the test,
It Says I'm the Best at Being Last,
But Worse,
Good At Being  Bad,
(oh god!) Good Glory for a Pleasant Feeling
Nothing That Appears Sturdy Can Be Strong,
Good has Soft Spots like Baby Heads
Evil  has Purple-Pock-Marks like Devils Bread

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Two Extremes

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Poetry

Light and Dark 

 

I am living between two extremes,

Light and dark, you would not believe.

Though a dark mind, I am sweet,

With a soft heart-beat...

 

Please listen to me,

I want to explain, you see?

Evil and good, a dizzying flight,

Heaven O take me to the upper height.

 

Heaven is with Azathoth,

The mighty flutist God.

My Father in Heaven Thou art,

I do play my part...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about darkness and light - evil and good.

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Beyond

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Poetry

What if all was beyond that,

Would there still be innocence?

I cannot live with such a thought,

It will surely break me apart.

 

Is nature itself innocent?

It's full of ravage and wrath.

But it is not evil nor good,

Being one with the Soul, not apart.

 

Magick is what once was lost,

To be discovered thereupon.

Magick is the key to knowledge,

To the Unknown and the Soul.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this once for a contest on another poetry-site.

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A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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