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reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 02:50 PM
Well, if you have read any of my poetry, you know this one is very special.

The road, by Gino Fanelli:
Here I am,
Just walking again,
I feel my heartbeat as the steps of a thousand men,
everything I know is in the past,
from the money I owe, to the knife I cast.

Here I am. I stand alone,
walking down this lonely road.
My life is as significant as a young toad.

But once I can,
I will see you again.
Maybe in a year, or maybe in ten,
But until then,
I will be on this road until the end.

You know this is as worthy as the letters I send,
the mail that even you couldn't tend.
But on the road, you cannot be led,
and the only time you leave the road, is when you are dead.

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 02:54 PM
Oh yeah, if you like it, rep+ me .

blankconnection
03-08-2006, 03:20 PM
good /creative

FG Haze
03-08-2006, 03:21 PM
Thats nice man. Good work.

+ rep :]

R1deKinK
03-08-2006, 03:25 PM
I like that. Very well written.

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 03:55 PM
okay, thanks.

dustydust
03-08-2006, 03:56 PM
not bad man

theILLUSTRIOUStrashKILL
03-08-2006, 03:58 PM
i liked it

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 04:00 PM
It's not my best, but I'm going to put up 4-5 other ones that previously posted so don't point out the multiple posts in a row.

HaGGs
03-08-2006, 04:03 PM
umm art forum??

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 04:04 PM
Once upon late home night arrival,
light shining upon torn bible,
satanic drawlings from the outside world,
standing next to the satanic fire,
slowly building a new empire,

As he slid into his bed,
thoughts spinning inside his head,
animals scatter in a panic,
the claws on the walls, or is he just manic?

The burning blaze,
sent his mind into a daze,
his neurons scattering in a furry,
eyes so wide, yet vision so blurry.

He looked out the window at the pyre,
Oh, that horrible hellfire,
a holy grail, for the few that admire.

Sitting, awake in bed, he thought in fear,
"why, oh why, do I have to be here?"

Suicidal thoughts linger, an evil tinge,
reminded him of his next drug binge,

As the barrel ignited, he pondered laughingly, no time to write a letter,
strange thoughts for a man with nothing better,
Blood running down the stairs, redder and redder,
more free now than never,

The fire is out but is never gone,
embers sizzle on the communial pyre,
welcome to the end of the new empire.

The local church, mourning their loss,
unwitting fools, hell they hath not loss,
Gone is heaven, also their boss,
God is dead, Satan is well alive,
the priest envisioned as he raised his knife.

Why would he kill? Because he had no reason,
no shrill, no thrill, no reason to pop his last pill.

As he ran the blade across his neck,
could this be the oldest evil in the net?
or mingling lovers of those who just met?
He closed his eyes and opened in fire,
welcome to the beginning of the newest empire.

Gone is the age of reason and religion,
All is dead, from Christian to city pigeon,
No way for there to be a new killing,
And welcome to the era of the gone and the fearing.

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 04:18 PM
Pesimistical hope, by Gino Fanelli:

He slowly walked towards the backdoor,
All he wanted was more, more, MORE!

But twas not his ambition,
a far off backfire from a Chevy's ignition,
he turned quickly, and giggled a laugh with no mission.

He laughed manically as the door slammed behind him,
the sun through the clouds revealed dim,
he looked back towards the ground, with no hope or whim,

What was he hoping for, buried treasure or something!?
He was the king,
of his kingdom,
of is rum,
of his dog, dead, or maybe just dumb,
he was numb.

He slid his head into the noose,
the last he heard was his own choke, kind of like a calling goose,

Longing for home,
his nest next to a garden gnome,
his wife, his children, his entire drone,
His family, his clone, his perfect home,
home, home, home.


They buried him in an unmarked grave,
no one at his funeral, not even an adoring nave,

In hell, he would tell satan how big he was,
how he could have drove the bus or even buy, instead of hold onto the back,
I was big once.
once upon a time.

reptiskate51
03-08-2006, 04:22 PM
Welcome Back, by Gino Fanelli:
Hatred was dead in the village of the Bleak,
then again, everything was, or wounded, or weak,
he stepped into town,
alone,with a frown.

He was as good as gone,
well, he was the creator of the spawn,
he was the deserving,
he was the giver,
he was the taker,
he was the maker,
the farmer, the owner, the employer,
the destroyer.

He stepped over a body in a gully and stared at the fire,
his burning empire.

He saw a body twitch out of the corner of his eye,
he wondered humorously why he should even struggle to be alive.

He killed him without delay,
he was actually an old friend you might say,
a buddy his mother made.

"oh mother, why have you betrayed me so?"
he wondered in agony that brought him to the blackness of the crow.

He used the same knife as he has just used,
to stab away his life, the only unused.

But he didn't die, oh no he didn't,
instead the fire filled his eyes and he finally admitted,
that for the first time in his twenty-five years of existence,
he felt forbidden,
and he heard a yell from the distance.

It said, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE MADE BOY!!"
"but i was unused", he said, quivering like a small boy,
"YOU WERE USED LIKE A TOY!!",
the voice replied.

"Father, it wasn't implied"
he whispered as he slowly died.

And, from a distance he heard the yell,
"WELCOME BACK BOY, WELCOME TO HELL!!"

Yeah, so there you go.

reptiskate51
03-09-2006, 04:18 PM
Come on! post!

reptiskate51
03-10-2006, 03:36 PM
Come on! please! I worked really hard on some of these and honestly want honest opinions from honest people.

zerordiesk8er666
03-10-2006, 05:05 PM
personally i hate poetry

and think its a waste of time

i would rather listen to emo music...


but thats just me being honest

Pathtek4
03-10-2006, 05:13 PM
Well, if you have read any of my poetry, you know this one is very special.

The road, by Gino Fanelli:
Here I am,
Just walking again,
I feel my heartbeat as the steps of a thousand men,
everything I know is in the past,
from the money I owe, to the knife I cast.

Here I am. I stand alone,
walking down this lonely road.
My life is as significant as a young toad.

But once I can,
I will see you again.
Maybe in a year, or maybe in ten,
But until then,
I will be on this road until the end.

You know this is as worthy as the letters I send,
the mail that even you couldn't tend.
But on the road, you cannot be led,
and the only time you leave the road, is when you are dead.

That should be on a Hallmark sympathy card! Nice

reptiskate51
03-24-2006, 02:43 PM
That should be on a Hallmark sympathy card! Nice
I know, that one sucked. I'll post a new one later tonight or tommorow.

Pantsface32
03-24-2006, 05:06 PM
I like your poetry but I think mines better

I like to fuck
I like to duck
I do not like muck
while I fuck
While I duck
fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck
FUCK! A DUCK
and dont get stuck
with all the muck
And while your at it Fuck a buck


I think this a touching deep and emotional poem if you are in to poetry you should like this poem because it is great.

spanky_dan
03-24-2006, 06:26 PM
I like your first poem, but then I lost respect for you when you said:

Oh yeah, if you like it, rep+ me .

reptiskate51
03-25-2006, 05:42 AM
I like your poetry but I think mines better

I like to fuck
I like to duck
I do not like muck
while I fuck
While I duck
fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck
FUCK! A DUCK
and dont get stuck
with all the muck
And while your at it Fuck a buck


I think this a touching deep and emotional poem if you are in to poetry you should like this poem because it is great.
You made me negative-lol.