Poetry Antinatalist

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~A collection of poetry made by me~​

The citadel
Ancient as violence I dwell
The old draconic wings
for the cyclopean drinks on the bucket of the well
The cries when a pin drops
but their name they can't remember
Demented evils I cry are temptations made by Satan's sweet amber scent
The lantern of madness
I do not seek companionship
And when the bell rings, the church
Sings, the praises of an ignorant deity, Odin
The cycle never ends
When I meet someone to the edge of my patience
my misanthropy lies and sells
And I'm doomed to stay like this forever
Oh cry me a River, the river is made out of the tears in the glands of the years
I do not cheer at nature's ways of forgiveness
I am weird, unforgiving
 
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Forget

We are in a dream
The cerulean pits of blue agony
The indistinct fears of your elders sing
They aren't human, but my tools in the shed
Where I personally scream
A slaughterer of this dimension I am,
Locked in a room where I can't escape
Reality broken just like my fate
Alternatives I want my antidepressants
I am being pushed.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Time is running out
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Time is running out
To know his name is celestial murder
However I wouldn't care if you lost yourself as a victim of your own intrusive fervor
 
I'm a labyrinth,
The unfathomable candlelights are meek,
Ideated kamikazes that died just today. with his crimes forgiven against me,
The task is impossible to complete.
We are flickering in which a way Newton, or Maxwell would have never conjured.
The ancestry of the sphinx is as old as, my family's needs,
We still suffer with no help.
Do not categorize us as antagonists,
We are nihilistic crows.
Antinatalistic crossbows,
Impossible curves of the earth
We shatter Empires with our untrustworthiness
A game that was never played
Retorting to such Machiavellian tactics
How feeble of you
I am the suzerain that doesn't scalp
I flatten surfaces with aerodynamic missiles
Just to inflate my ego
 
And the trunk of the car,
Has the body I crushed today after work,
I didn't go far,
And now the monsters are lurking, lurking
So do not hurt me,
Just let your eyes see,
The horrors of human instinct.
A cold glaring glare
One that could freeze the sun's bright flares
Though good might prevail, evil will certainly be there,
The waves rift unbalancing
Forevermore a wrong step will take a lifetime to recover from.
 
So when the ship sailed westward
The sun can't be seen anymore
It's always night
With the earth's core
The darkest depths of our minds
Are the brightest thoughts compared to the Gods'
Wandering aimlessly in a world of death to endure the toll
It has taken on us.
 
When the archivist entered
Noone tried to lend help,
Selfish desires at one point are common
The Moses of knowledge yet he's being pressured
Will the archivist give in?
Maybe
Will he die?
Never
And so with his thoughts set
He got out the knife and ended them.
 
When
Was I alive?
None remember my birthday
A careless world for no consideration
My thirst for validation is still unquenchable
No matter what support I received
When I don't have courage though,
I have them,
They support me to fill,
The void in my stomach.
 
When my void is made of gas
I eat them, I feel like trash
And now they're trying to bash,
Me, how selfish and then I tried to get my
Cash, and bribe them to leave me alone
When they refused, I grappled the whiplash
I've slashed in the past, some minor fears
That's all I had, until now
When I felt the joy to kill
Such primitive human instincts I know are foolishly animalistic
Fled to the road, the guilt though was getting stronger the more I ran I couldn't look back, oh no.
Blood was trailing off, oh so,
I've doomed myself, well, time to be gone
 
They speak my name
How cruel
Inhuman exhibitions
Thinking they can actually manipulate me, well I'll prohibit
The fact I'm mad
Oh, careful don't be sad
Don't you dare call me 'lad'
When I put you in my cab
You'll think I'm a monster,
who cares,
It's not that bad.
And I'll murder them just like that.
Oh, careful don't be sad
 
When I try unraveling,
Over a metre of sand comes babbling
When on my chest it falls
I pick it up with no remorse
Then I know what it means to be happy.
 
Sad bats on the caves,
They come out at night, not with screams
But with whispers,
Nocturnal whispers,
The water from stalactites,
Fades away,
And boom, another species
Gone astray
Why is it a cycle?
Our ignorance is our enemy
Though that won't matter,
As the black and grey death shirt
Swallows and covers me.
 
A small victory etches at the back of my mind
Nature fully rearranged
When law and order are put in place,
I'll peacefully leave to heaven without a trace,
Everything falls apart,
Burned borders
still unquenchable after a year
I will wipe your tears,
And finally,
we can stop singing his praises, for real.
 
A grazed bear,
No, a demigod
"How is it possible, oh lord?!" The sheep asked
"Arrogance is one's downfall" I answered, not to brag, but I didn't bask
At the death of a god
Now don't try to sway me
You have it easy, oh careful don't build
A maze for me
A genocide of skulls, all of them a mountain
Sons and daughters, guns and knives
All dead archers, now fed to canisters
A wall of lead, oh, he said
I will die, not yet.
I will live on, forever set.
 
Lurking around,
One more minute
There isn't much time
Because all of it misses
The point
 
A skull of spite,
This power he cannot control this plight
With all might,
the resemblance between alien and human,
God and alien
All gets erased
When the single Singularity occurs
We then all get United, and I finally concur
 
An hour passes,
I feel nothing
A day passes,
I've forgotten everything
A week passes,
I've been reborn again
A month passes,
I'm still so lonely
A year passes,
Where I am doesn't matter
A decade passes,
I've devolved into madness where cowardice is my fear
A century by,
I continue to exist in this treacherous land
A millennium try,
I stand stoic
And an eternity later,
I've found peace
 
"Euclidean shapes
Forming at inconceivably fast rates"
Everyone was confused, what was the Prophet saying?
But when they began to see the truth laying
They know the unbelievably fast way
Madness can take revenge
And so, they buried him,
On 622 AD
 
The Exorcist,
When the Exorcist commits a sin,
They'll normally accuse him of possession,
This case,
he was tempted by a divination
A necrophile entered his dorm
And asked him to do something for me
And so he committed,
An atrocity for the meek
He did not repent, no, he quit.
And so this legend is still an idle tale of repentance, for others looking to seek
No, he's not sane now
He's been locked up in an institution
Never to be seen
 
A cult member goes to his leader
And asks "What is it that we seek?"
The leader answered "Nay, truth so
we can present it to the meek"
The member says "but isn't this cult secretive?"
The leader's response? "Dismissed"
It's funny how we,
Try to be,
All welcoming to others but when they ask us questions we can't answer,
We dismiss them like that, as if we're sleek.
But in reality we don't think so, and we're always craving a new purpose in this life
 

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