Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by cthulhu, Sep 12, 2006.

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  1. cthulhu

    cthulhu Well-Known Member

    how easy it is to kill
    to take a life
    but how hard it is to save one
    even your own
    siting, dreaming
    of tomorrows
    and yesterdays
    of lost loves and forgoten friends
    thinking on the filth covering your soul
    contemplating the hell that awates your inturnment
    for ever dwelling on some thing that isnt here and now
    why cant the voices go silent onec and for all
    why must i hear that name, called over and over
    as if by some mad idiot singer
    dancing to the music of the sound of my own destruction
    the revel in my plight
    the selibrate my defeat
    i am to young to die and to old to live
    praying for salvation
    i smoke some more and write another page

    siting in a tiny
    smoke clouded room
    writing the book of the names of the dead
    word by word
    page by page
    my life spills out
    like so much blood from an open wound
    my soul begas for the narcotic and carsonegenic smoke
    my body yerns for the cancer it will bring
    my hands demand i fill the page
    my mind is in turmoil
    and other word
    onother page
    one after another
    i am the troubedor and the prophet reborn​
  2. "Cthulhu is described by some of these cultists as the "great priest" of "the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky."[11]

    The cult is noted for chanting its "horrid phrase or ritual: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn", which translates as "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."[12] This is often shortened to "Cthulhu fhtagn", which appears to mean "Cthulhu waits".[13]"

    What made you choose your name? And why do you not honour us with prepared writing, instead, full of ridiculous mistakes when you wish us to read you?
    (Grrrrr this is a place of honour!)

  3. cthulhu

    cthulhu Well-Known Member

    i have a brain injury that destroyed the portion of my brian that deels with spelling, and i chose the name because i will corupt the world with my words, just like socrates be for me

    p.s. these will be my last postings in this section...
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  4. Socrates corrupted the world? And so have you?? Now that makes me smile, that you're both in the same shoes - and that you presume to have corrupted us! LOL.

    It would be a shame if this were your last poet - I said your words were brilliant - they do shine. I had no idea of your injury...it just seems some days like no one gives a shit about language. Sorry for the untintended insult.
    I really DO mean your words shine...

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