Thursday, July 12, 2007
Well I'm back! The fog is lifted, the earth has shifted. Well times are harsh and stressful these days, getting so fucked and drunk and being sober has only a limited access. Switched my drinking to red wine now, it's good for health and yeah it keeps the alcohol level up.
Got my coat and my black lipstick! Goth up baby.
This poem is for a special someone...
I woke one morning sober
From hell the night before.
Savouring the moment
As i staggered to the door.
A nostalgic scent lingers,
The future pass me by.
Blurred image of everything
'Cept for the stuff in my mind.
I felt it when I left,
This girl stole my heart.
But how can I get it back?
We're worlds apart.
I sit and ask myself if the world would change if I change for her.
And if love was to accept one another, or to change the other?
This is just for my blasphem and my ever vile thinking.
If only it rained holy water,
Wouldn't that be great?
Wash our sins and bask in motion,
Let us all be angels.
God has it all, while I have none,
My heart is imprisoned in Colditz,
But He has it us there!
And with this I oh so contemplate,
I serve you blasphem with the contempt God deserves.
Fire in the sky,
Roses drip tormenting sweat.
Thunder harps are strung,
Raging through the night.
Blissful tears are bound,
Holy angels run around.
God is crying 'HELP!'
But no one seems to care!
The chorus of the dead,
Graveyards screaming out my name.
This blasphem fills the air,
Investing all desire!
The abymsal run insane,
Harvesting all the chaos wrecked.
The prophecy proven well,
I denied the prophets name thrice before sundown!
This one is dedicated to a penguin and to those out there who don't understand my "immoral" lifestyle. But it's rather still a poem for those who cannot read it in an artistic sense.
Fascinate me awsome wonder,
Dry the blood on my lips.
Sketch the impurities
Lap the blood with snow
Filter the fog
varnish the filth
Scrape this pain
Burn the churches built.
An Empress gave to me
The key to liberty
Freed my abistinence
Free of death
Only crestfallen corpses left
Deep in my pain and greed
She satisfied my every need
But the offering I had to give
Is the one thing I used to live
Lost my life to one craved shot
Now all are liveing but I am not
Skin pale and heart wither
Regret makes my bones shiver
I watched the sun rise
As I inhaled the pleasure
For a moment like this,
Life's buried treasure.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 5:45 PM
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Saturday, May 05, 2007
ok exam week, slept a little here and there on some papers espcially for english, until my story became so out of point and rushed cause there was not much time left...going to fail thanks to that stupid medicine the hospital gave me.
anw wrote poems after papers so here
Knuckle-numbing solitare
Firing moonlighted snares
Dawning of the beast and sacrifice of cattle
Chanting of mantras- then ancient black metal
The beginning of the end and the end to the beginning
The dawn of man and the keys to sinning
Serpents slither as tongues are kissing
Blood and lust turn to maniacal screwing
A slit in society turned to lesbian wraith
This purgatory screaming the dirge to our graves
With the death of the harlot the beast has come
To set the prophecy done
I am the beast, the ingenius purge
Lord of the flies, this plague i scourge
I am the light cast from the sky
I am the reason revelation draws nigh
I am the serpent who tempted Eve
I am the angel God cursed to leave
I am a sick and twisted mind
The only one of my own kind!
this i call 'The Crush'
There lies a deep,sunken sorrow in my heart
Rose petals which hands wrought have torn apart
A rusted nail and a twisted saw
The incision penetrating into the core
Heretic witchcrafted windows leer
This prince of abomination all hearts fear
It is this deep,dark and diluted romance
That licking vampyric addiction for love's dance.
This comes in my thoughts but formed in my dreams
My tortured soul on balancing beams
The swaying and uneventful life turned risky
Like fungus-infected black label whiskey
Hearing the order of the darkend styx
Homeland of the upturned crucifix
This asylum of sloth and gluttony
Town of death and sodomy
The wolves, the bats, the moon, the beast
An enchanted furnace to say the least
Apart from the starless, crimson skies
This is God's kingdom in my eyes!
hahahahahaha.......choke!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 8:16 AM
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
How I wish times could tiwst.
From emotional outbreaks to sensational bliss.
Reverse the moment, keep it pure.
Hold it forever, let peace endure.
Change the course of time, let dinosaurs be man.
Uphold this power, time in the palm of your hand.
How long will a bullet travel if it's shot?
It somehow will stop will it not?
Where's the blank nothingness where existing stops,
The eternal life and the heaven tops?
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:49 AM
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
I can hear the screams,the silent screams from the window panes,It echos down my deep abyss.Into an oblivion of empty bliss.I tried to seek but did not find,The astrayed happiness within my mind.Erupting into thunderous rage,Secluded in this barless cage.Imprisoned in my demise,The pain I've come to realise.Tunnel vision blinds my sin,The screams from back to where we begin.They never go and they always haunt,
Tempting me and always haunt.Guilt overshrouds the innocence once in me,I did before I thought, the future I did not see.'What do I do' my heart is singing,Lost it all in the midst of winning.Defiled to regrets and reminision,I, the silhouette of public rejection.Oh sweet sorrow, will you be here tomorrow?Will you linger at my mind's doorstep as you do each day,And give me something to think about to waste the night away.I am a vulture on the hunt for carrion.What i seek paves way for no escapism.Each moment spent with me feels like a decade of fantasy.For i did not lost my memory, my memory lost me.I crave for depression and I am happy for this greed.My happy days have outgrown me from a tiny little seed.But has it all become intangable?I will be sad if you vamooshed away sorrow...Another sleepless night to avoid the haunting nightmares that this corrupted and polluted world has pu me through.I seek an escapism, an infernal truth, something to make me contented and whole.These tormenting echos vibrate within these four walls, this deep dark realm which has imprisoned my lifeless soul.Blood filled the book cover to cover, dirt that eclipsed furtile life, a night of bliss and haunted whispers.The tears have fallen, the blood has dripped, I'm dried off the pain and misery, this cold fear within me, the ever-winter thoughts.A blizzardof broken hearts and shattered lives, I've always wanted more, prayed for a better living.But this harshness compells me, cuffing me back to the preview of hell, of what will seem to last forever.To wish for luck or wish for splendor, or just a defender, to protect me.With this incision, I choose to leave, with this incision.With this incision, I hope to make my decision, to live alone or die like this...Three different poems to replace all those times, exams are drawing nigh so I'll best get back to mugging. I'm having faith in english,science and geograpy. I want to thank all those around me, Joy, drama, 3G/H '07, Joanne from st. John's chapel in st. Margrets sec for all th great advice, my teachers who has instilled knowledge and confidance in me, teachers in charge of drama and mee and dii-my producers, granma- the director, myself- cast/screenplay/script, metal- which has inspired me to express myself and gothism- which made me who I am and what I want to be, and last but not least...CRZ!-the greatest clique.ok now it seems as though i've won a golden globe award haha, anyway, au revoir!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 5:40 AM
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Monday, April 02, 2007
Hey what a fucked week! That's how i'm gonna begin this post. I feel like the misunderstood frankenstein's monster, and now as metal blast out my speakers and blaring into my ears my newest poem, Frankenshine Monshtar.
Strong at will but weak at heart,
Stalks this behemoth, misunderstood.
Standing his ground when scrutiny and obscenities impale him.
No companion by his side, but sadism in his stride,
His haunting conscience to a manic.
Ripping his violators away leaving them to decay, he walks off an unhappy soul.
No one to trust, no one to love but better with no one, no one to hurt as others hurt him.
His heart form icicles cold from the trecherous deeds of mankind.
Am I a mistake? Why am I here?
These questions protrude from his hollow cries of redemption from deep within.
All he sees is sadness and corruption in this world a god made for perfection.
All he knows are the hypocretes who worship and deify religion, heaven hopers he calls them.
He thinks to himself, what if there is no god?
Then surely somebody must take a stand but all there is are vain efforts.
People dying for their flag, patriots who are glorified while the rich laugh from the profits of war.
To stop a world from damnation they must first learn to cooperate.
But where is the cooperation we see in war, he ponders.
Interdependance is all part of human nature but it is rarely practised as what our religions want.
Only a few pilgrims take their root in faith but some seek an escapism in stories of a man who got crucified for being edified.
What are we all here for? He now questions, can we seclude ourselves in this modern jungle and not be part of its eco-system?
He finds that he is the victim of victims who plot their own death with pollution and corruption.
And always remember, just because you ruined your life doesn't mean you must ruin others.
We have the power to change, its whether we got the will.
pic: look at that boy all gothed up! To all goths in singapore- be as flamboyant as you can let's take over the fashion scene for good!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 10:04 AM
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I'm a trapped, dark conscience activated when trauma begins.
A lifeless soul imprisoned within the bars of any mind.
I tempt to commit murder and other sinful acts.
I deceive and command, I am the evil in all.
For I spread far and across,
My name is Leigon, for we are many.
This voice, this thing in my head,
Leigon...we are many...
Self-rebirth into slashed wrists,
Leigon...for we are many...
Words I give are shards of glass shredding you to bits of agony, misery and depression,
Leigon...for we are many...
Souls you offer are souls I consume,
Leigon for we are many!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:13 AM
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Friday, March 23, 2007
Simply saying this, i'm stating a fact.
Actions and words cause a huge impact-
Tell a fairytale with guts and gore.
Sadistic thoughts sodomising that Cinderelic whore.
Rape legalised by some twisted law,
Dying Snow White and her seven straws.
Eat that apple and eat it right,
This will be my fairytale tonight-
Once upon a god forsaken time,
Shadows crept to where the living and dead twined.
The gothic nun who bore pale skin,
Reciting her unholy hymn.
Where she passes living die,
Where she's going, immortals lie.
She crosses the yellow brick road,
Blessings of beastiality by a two-toed toad.
Her aim is to kill every tale at will,
Only then will happiness fill.
Like the red riding hood who was deceived by split tongue fox,
Which ended up in a 6-foot box,
She rides the land like Pan.
And on one of her trips she finds a trail of sweets,
Innocent though cunning, she follows where it leads.
Tasting each and loving many,
Amazed she didn't pay a penny.
Hansel and Gretel whom suffered the same fate,
Already knew that she was too late.
But our nun wasn't dumb, she knew what was coming.
A witch and a priest who looked awfully stunning.
With a smile she called her satanic mantra under her lips,
A poison rush of arrow head tips.
Penetrating and piercing through,
filled the world with red and green bloody goo.
Alas this sweet dream has come to an end.
Another satanic message I want to send.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 9:32 AM
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