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Papaverium

Papaverium

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Dumping my poetry here....
enjoy :3​

"Her Poppy Eyes"

"Take my hand." she kindly said.
With gaze that glows so Poppy Red.
"Close your eyes and nod your head.
Enjoy this ride, you'll crave again."
Slip under a magic spell,
what once was heaven, turns to hell.
She laughs;
to her, your soul you sell,
and lurk where inner demons dwell.
Now all you see are gleaming eyes,
that guide the way,
yet make you blinder by the day,
after day.... after day.
Wasting life away,
only 'cause you once wanted,
to hear what she had to say.
Toxic words, self-deserved,
with nowhere to turn,
but the mirror,
to reflect, as you learn,
from mistakes of choices made.
Just believe that it's not too late,
to awaken,
to change,
to escape the deadly grasp,
of her beautifully evil hand. ~~
 
...... ~ (A Sequel to "Her Poppy Eyes") aka. Untitled


Pretty flowers,
have the power,
to devour,
emotions sour.
Numbed with bliss,
of a warm, sound grip.
Until lost in a pit,
a black abyss.
This flower, she whispers such tricks,
"Come for the ride, I'll set you free for a bit."
but the roller coaster's flips and dips,
never seem to quit.
Her somniferum breath you cant resist,
The only way you can get off the tracks,
is if you throw her away and never come back.
Until then, she has the remote control,
the power of how fast the wheels roll,
where you go,
what you do,
she has you.


Cold on the inside, warm opium grins,
a shell that once shed will reveal the icy cringe.
Pointing a finger, she's looking at you.
All around is such blackness, only the truth,
there's no hiding a secret from a demon that's you.
Look into the mirror and feel what you see.
Don't just look in the mirror and blindly be,
a fool who was once told they'd be free.
I guess what, "a bit" was, seemed to turn to eternity.
But its never too late, to escape her seductive stare,
that floral scent in the air,
merely daring you to fall victim of that euphoric despair.~
 
A Daily Craze


That girl who talks to herself down the street,
shuffles her feet as she walks,
just trying to defeat the demon she feeds,
as her ears bleed the shriek of a thousand fiends.
Screaming,
she pleads to be free from their barbed teeth,
razor sharp, this girl being torn apart,
by a decision simply made from the start.
It feels too far to depend,
on a synthetic friend,
who steers the intentions in a lower direction.
An infection making its impression,
yet the lesson is still stressin',
and messin' with her senses.
The tension twists,
and wants to snap unless it's fixed,
but it breaks every day,
so she's always on a mission to slay,
the draggin' flame,
that engulfs all motivation to create,
burning away by slow infliction.
an impulsive rotation,
of a daily craze she calls addiction...
 
~Acid Rain~


This rain, is making me feel strange.
Quite insane.
It's not your same, old, every day strain,
slowly seeping into my brain,
to take reign of my mind this time.
I find that if I try to defy the sly, slippery drips,
I'll just slip into a deeper, more elaborate trip.
Consciousness shifts, and drifts,
as it awakens, to be taken,
away from the physical plane,
no longer restrained,
it is saved by these gleaming, vapour waves.
Seems like a dream, in this clear daze.
A paradox maze, of which the pathway is paved,
so my soul won't astray,
from where my solid self stays.
One with the ground where I peacefully lay,
this profound precipitation has made my day.~~
 
You're good. You have the skill to paint pictures in the readers mind.

I donno how long you've been doing this or much about you. I just know you're a girl a few years younger than me and by what you write about and the way you word things, it seems you've been through a lot in life.

Don't ever stop.
For the sake of art. It's people like you who keep it alive.

-HOOD
 
Thanks man!! I appreciate that a lot. :) Been having motivational probems for a while now, I'd like to pick up the paintbrush again...
and You never stop either! Keep spittin' sick rhymes 'til ya die!!
Express yourself :D

Here's my current facebook status i just finished, lol. I haven't titled it yet...
~~~~~

What did I tell ya?
It'd be Hell,
but you still fell for it,
now the blood pours,
and it's all yours.
Deal with it!

Haha, what now?
you want out?
that's hilarious without a doubt,
scream and shout,
cry and pout,
Try to kick the walls down!

Oh, joy you're still here!
What do you fear?
The pain that is near?
or tears on a sunny day?
Let me make this clear,
it's just the mirror.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Please why such hate?
do you want me deteriorate?
What is this place?
what happened to that euphoric state?
it seems like it has been erased
maybe until I get one more taste..."

"Oh great, here agiain,
where are my friends?
did you send them away?
Or is this the end?
Feeling too weak to defend my head,
I wish this was all pretend...."

"Ok, that's it,
as the camel with the straw on its back,
I've snapped, I'm whacked,
too helpless to attack.
here, I'll collapse,
So you can have the last laugh"
 
"Sick?"

Oh, what?
You're sick?
Didn't you read the sign before you stepped in?
Or more like slipped,
because this staircase will only make you trip,
and not in the way you wish.
More like an itch that won't diminish,
until it's satisfied by that one and only scratch.
The one and only trap that had ya thinkin',
it'd be easy to turn back.
Easy to snap out of it, and get with the program,
instead of letting it slam your emotions,
and drain life from the clench of your hands.
No grip, no pain,
do it again,
dripping away,
as ya slowly coagulate like blood from a vein.


So, what you gonna say?
You're sick?
well that's too bad, you've been tricked.
gotta sit with it, and wait to be fixed.
Letting the thoughts mix, and the demons hiss,
but they'll simply stop for nothing but bliss.
 
Thanks a bunch!! I love writing ^^, and visual art. Gotta get back into painting and drawing, then maybe I'll post in the 'show your artwork' thread once I'm confident enough, hehe :P

Here's one more for the night though... feelin' kinda lost....

~Lost within a slip, yet a sweetly sick trip,
a quick split from this state of consciousness is having me holding its grip.
There doesn't seem to be will to let go,
as I blame the strong hold,
on the opponent's cold touch that is honest,
but causing robotically programmed hypnotics,
talking through a simple snoot that the brain was tricked to choose,
and deceive the difference between true pleasure,
and just the satisfaction of a fiend.
Keep dreaming,
one day the scheme will change place,
but it will never completely erase,
and the voice will always chase.
Just embrace this life today,
because if you listen to the trigger,
you will give in, and never win,
the battle between you, and your chemical twin.~
 
Evil Bliss
How could you resist??
She laughs in my face, like I thought I'd win.
"Teehee, I'll set your consciousness free!" she grins.

Don't fall for the trap!
You'll never go back,
even if you change paths,
her shadow will cast,
across the future land you pass.
You'll never truly sleep,
until she sweeps you off your feet.
but don't sneak too deep,
the slope is steep,
and you may fall into a pit of demons,
you'll never defeat.
At most you can quiet their need to feed,
almost to silence.
with practice.
but they will still be in your head for eternity..

So be careful of which flower you pick to dance,
because you may or may not have only once chance.
to escape from her toxic, beautiful trance.~
 
"Ordo ab Chao"

Critical political missions,
driven by cynical divisions of bitches,
with maniacal wishes,
to make incisions on this livin' Earth.
What's it worth,
to work towards the hurt?
Money always comes first to these jerks.
Certainly determined to worsen,
this circle of death and birth,
with words turned to insert,
beliefs,
that we are the sheep,
and there are leaders who tell us how to speak,
the air we can breathe,
and what we should eat,
like we're weak,
or can't see between the lines,
and lies.
The All Seeing Eye can try,
but will never defy,
those who are wise,
and know,
that freedom comes from the soul.
Not from any amount of property owned,
or products sold.
Cash to throw around is just cold.
The spirit will never be found,
for as long as one's feet,
don't connect to the ground.
Just tune in to the sound of this planet,
we inhabit,
and take a look around.
All is eternally bound, never lost.
Though it may appear as fractal madness,
without explainable cause,
the permanent pattern is,
Order out of Chaos. ~~
 
Papaverium said:
~Acid Rain~


This rain, is making me feel strange.
Quite insane.
It's not your same, old, every day strain,
slowly seeping into my brain,
to take reign of my mind this time.
I find that if I try to defy the sly, slippery drips,
I'll just slip into a deeper, more elaborate trip.
Consciousness shifts, and drifts,
as it awakens, to be taken,
away from the physical plane,
no longer restrained,
it is saved by these gleaming, vapour waves.
Seems like a dream, in this clear daze.
A paradox maze, of which the pathway is paved,
so my soul won't astray,
from where my solid self stays.
One with the ground where I peacefully lay,
this profound precipitation has made my day.~~
Click to expand...

"Astray" is an adverb; "stray" being a verb works better here.
 
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