a dead poets society

The church of mans vanity

2007-10-26T17:33:27Z

The church stood tall and stately
a mighty cathedral built to house the glory of god
and I stood outside its doors waiting for services to begin.
The parishioners filed by making their way up the steps
and I noticed on the bottom step an old man
homeless and filthy wearing only rags
and I heard one of the people whisper to another
of how deplorable he was and how they despised his presence there
and thus was gods will placed upon me
so I approached the man
and bid him come with me
leading him to the alter I knelt with him
and asked of a child nearby to find me a pail of water and a towel
the parish stood in astonishment
and the pastor approached me and asked my why I committed this act
sacrilege in his eyes for I defiled the holy place
with this vagrant man nobody wanted
as the child returned with the water I removed his shoes
and said to the preacher
surely the last shall be first
and he that is condemned in your eyes is blessed by god
washing the mans feet I removed the dirt from his skin
and said a prayer to god to cleanse his soul
I asked that man then to go forth and seek all who would come
and bring them here
to this place of divine splendor wrought by mans hands
and he did
and they came in mass to the doors
which by then had been closed by the church goers
and so I flung open the doors and bid them enter as well
speaking loudly
proclaiming gods glory
I led them to the baptismal pool
and one by one I sought salvation for their souls
let he that is without sin cast the first stone
I was arrested and removed
that church filled with would be saints
tainted by their own vanity
still stands today
but my father is not there in
for he sits in this cell with me
a prisoner of mankind's unwillingness to believe.

4 Lyrics

2007-09-09T01:28:42Z

Featured Lyrics
Thinking of you By: Tiffany
Life By: Tiffany
Why my Sister By: Tiffany
Home By: Tiffany

( Wasn't worth it............. )

dpsociety @ 2007-07-27T07:44:00

2007-07-27T14:44:57Z

So, I sit, like I always sit, blinking empty screen. Nothing to write, except the nothingness in life, the whiteness of my canvas the sadness of my heart, once again hope disillusioned me, it always does.

I cried already, I screamed, cursed, fell and broke all I could. I blamed life, and God, and everyone I could, there is nothing else to do. The madness of the moment has passed, like the taste of sugar that lingers in our mouth; it’s like a vague memory of some other life.

And now I sit again, wanting to write an epic, a passionate portrait of the very human existence. Yet nothing flows, my hands are still against a dusty keyboard and a soft, strong voice breaks the silence as my mother sings the afternoon away. Now and then the creaking of my chair as I move despairing at the stupidity of my mind.

To trust, to trust in hope again! What a fool I was! To think that this time things would turn out well and that finally the fairy tale ending would be granted by the creator. I knew it, somewhere hidden, expect the worse my torments said, and at night I dreamed this moment.

Déjà vu, the French call it, promotion those that practice magic, a revelation the faithful whisper, life my mother said. I don’t have a name for it; I don’t think I could stand a baptism at this point. I only know that hope is for the foolish and I will never trust again!

Then came the calming raindrops after the storm has passed, the piecing together pieces of my life, the fishes returned to the sea, and the sun rays peaked amongst the grayness. At night, the silence of the darkness, shouting the brightness of the moon, and the stars, big shiny eyes of the heaves asking forgives from my mortal soul. Dare I be hopeful again?

NO! You promised!

But, the trees kneeled pleading and the wind whispers the secrets of success. I smile roaming the vastness of the world. And again nothing comes to me, no great epic tale, nothing but jumbled words stare back from the screen. That forsaken blinking screen! But this time no tears puddle in my cheeks and I feels a rosy glow about me. Hope has returned, it always does! Perhaps tomorrow my price winning novel will show up! I know it will!

dpsociety @ 2007-07-16T09:47:00

2007-07-16T16:47:23Z

Good bye my love

goodbye my darling love

perhaps we’ll never see each other again

and our story was a mirage

Goodbye my love

you were the greatest gift that life could give me

the happiness I could see

but all things come to an end

Goodbye my love

goodbye my darling love

let the water run between us

let the last drop fall

let the story close

but before the last words are said

take me to bed, again

make me yours like olden days

in your savvy old time ways

make me feel alive again

dry my tears with your lips

hold my hair in your hands

let the body’s curve like sands in an oasis

Goodbye my love

Goodbye my darling love

perhaps this is the last time my words reach your ears

and a smile cures my fears

Goodbye my love

I know that you like I

love the love we used to have

and its destiny that’s breaking us apart

I’ll keep you in my heart

Goodbye my love

goodbye my darling love

let the water run between us

let the last drop fall

let the story close

but before the last words are said

take me to bed, again

make me yours like olden days

in your savvy old time ways

make me feel alive again

dry my tears with your lips

hold my hair in your hands

let the body’s curve like sands in an oasis

dpsociety @ 2007-05-12T22:12:00

2007-05-13T05:12:18Z

when I see a movie I want to write about it

I want the world to know

to see the plight of the characters and feel their tears of anguish like I do

I want he film to last forever

to never end

for I could live in it

evading the concept of reality as long as the screen flickers and the music rolls by

yet they always prove to be a disappointment

ending as silently as they came

leaving behind only hallowed memories

sounds and scenes that play only in my mind

every time the screen goes black

I feel a void

unimaginable

I’ve lost part of my life

I’ve lost a friend

I’ve lost my inspiration

the days roll by with their capricious ways

sometimes sunny

sometimes not

sometimes smiling people

sometimes tears fall from the sky

and I watch another movie

sitting, hopping

that this time, it will not end

that the heroine will not find her prince so soon

that evita will never die and sing forever

or for jack and rose to dance the night away

sometimes I even hold hope for the coroleone family to survive the atrocities

and little Madeline to be mischievous forever

yet again they all find peace within a two hour span and I still have hours to fill

before the night rest my soul

I’ve asked God to end my suffering many times

that stupid loneliness that assaults me

even in the happiest days

or the biggest crowds

in response he gives me silence

the same silence I try to run a way from

turning up the volume when Scarlet finally tells Reth she loves him

or Miranda tells Andrea everyone wants to be like them

God hasn’t taken my breath

I’ve tried to take it on my own

like Romeo does when his beloved dies

or Marco Antonio in the epic tale of Cleopatra

but I’m not so lucky as them

I don’t have the courage

to pull the trigger, or slice my veins

I’m a frightened girl,

who dreams of greatness

like everyone of those stars that fill the screen

will I?

dpsociety @ 2007-03-31T19:28:00

2007-04-01T02:29:00Z

We are the x generation, the sons and daughters of the baby boom generation. We are the successors to their deeds and actions. Nomads lost in an eclectic mix of their likes our tastes and even their father’s opinions.

They complained their world was restricted, but at least they had a clear cut path. The women destined to live inside the home world, to teach the children, bake chocolate cakes with double mint decorations and curl their hair before every morning. The men were destined to be the strong breadwinners, study and provide the prettiest home for his family.

Then they dared to blur the lines so carefully drawn for man centuries. They sent the women to fight along their men, the races were mixed and the age old traditions were broken. All in hopes of building that ideal world so anticipated by children of no understanding. Yet, they could not finish… and we are the heirs to their half finished world. They, who always complain we don’t finish what we start handed to us an uncompleted path. What were we supposed to do?

We are the x generation, so alone and lost upon this land. Realizing that complete peace will never exist, doubting the pillars of religion, shaking the very foundations of our existence; yet, complete aware that we won’t finish the job either.

We are the x generations coping with change and pulling our traditions. Confusion between Frank Sinatra, Evanescence, and Bach. Undecided between the comfort and placidity of our bed or the reward of actions and activism

We are the x generation, true raiders of a lost world. We are the x generations laborers in an infinite gravel path. We are the x generation the beginning of the end.

dpsociety @ 2006-09-04T16:22:00

2006-09-04T23:33:25Z

I never know how to say goodbye to a perfect day.
I never want it to end
I force myself to stay awake
hoping that the day would go on
but it always ends
and I am always left with those memories
and although those are nice
to keep in your pocket
and take out on a rainy day
I want the real thing
I don't want the memories
I want it to be a reality every waking day
I want that perfect day to be played over and over and over again
and I know
I just know
that if you were there
that would be the case
but I lost you now
and you are now much more far away
and I wish you the best
although deep down inside
I wish I had that perfect day...

in Missouri.

dpsociety @ 2006-08-30T22:16:00

2006-08-31T02:19:21Z

Hi,

I'm new here and thought I'd post a poem I write in my U.S. History class about two years ago.

The numbers in my head
No comfort in my bed

The touching doesn't rest
It's all posessed

I'm blind, can't see
I'm deaf, can't hear me

Where is it I be?
Am I really me?

Feel free to comment or provide suggestions.

Not my best work...

2006-03-21T03:08:14Z

"19 and Gone"

He dreamed of kings and toy trucks,
Transformers, and legos
His goal, to become a fireman
A different fire took hold
Blazing in every pill, every injection
His friends and peers, manipulating the flames
She watched from afar, knowing the life he onced lived
She sprinkled sand over the flames every chance given
Blazing blues, reds, oranges, and yellows
The fire put him to sleep at night
In the morning the fire was out
And he was frozen cold,
Iced to the last eyelash,
Consumed by the heinous flames

The Hammer

2006-03-19T10:34:43Z

My dad he owned a hammer, way back when I was 4
a horrible, hard hammer though
it had no shape or form.
He broke my leggo with it
Crushed me as a sport
he scattered my toy soldiers
he smashed my little fort.

My dad he had a hammer, way back when I was 4
I was a little flower and I could hardly talk
"You are WORTHLESS, you are HOPELESS!"
is how I heard the blows and
I scream that mantra too myself
though his hammer's here no more.

A brutal and cruel tyrant had his hands around a tool
and aimed it at a little child before he started school
and the little child was spared the angst of feeling so afraid
by grabbing daddy's hammer and
handing himself the pain.

Now I dont want your hammer daddy
for you crushed me to the bone
Your horrible fucking hammer made me so alone
so take back your hammer daddy take back the pain you've sewn
from your horrible heavy hammer and
your heavy heart of stone.

by the frustrated mystic

My Utopia

2006-03-13T07:31:40Z

I see your beauty before me
The perfect specimen of humanity
I feel your skin on my skin
Your hand touches my hand
I feel the warm rush of energy surging down my spine
Inching closer each second, your lips find my lips
The soft touch of your tongue to my own
But this is all surpassed
Nothing in comparison to what happens when I stop and gaze into your eyes
I stare strait into the soul
I see your true beauty that can’t be seen at a glance
The beauty that lies deep within the heart
I sense love in its purest form
This is the greatest feeling known to man

Incarcerated

2006-03-06T10:56:03Z

From the chamber whence rue doth grow
The cold cavity of dejection
Hence for years, my heart did stow
Pining for a new direction
Locked in solitude from love
Protected from the breaking force
But I then caught a quick glimpse of
That glorious escaping course
Freed from all captivity
From misery my heart did go
Out of darkness, made it’s flee
To a chamber whence rue doth grow

-Brother Doug

New Love

2006-02-24T15:38:58Z

The world is blind, has no eyes
The world is dark, so unkind
One can’t filter out the lies
Can’t put the past from my mind.
This place I hate, serves me death
Flooded when I cogitate
Carry on and strive for breath
Opportunity’s shut gate.

We strike a light, start to fly
Build me up before I quit
I don’t really want to die
I cease to cry, my wrists un-slit.
Patch the wounds and heal my heart
Stop to think and be set free
Know you are a work of art
Did your part, completed me.

dpsociety @ 2005-11-24T20:06:00

2005-11-26T01:11:21Z

*Last time*
When was the last time you felt the worlds collide
How everything was wrong but it felt so right
The small smile on your face says it all
- -I could never leave you for the world- -

___comment?_

Sometimes I wonder.

2005-11-13T04:19:10Z

Are we meant to be lonely when alone?
Can a man not satisfy himself with self-contentment?
Must we all suffer this damnation into a hopeless void?

In this empty hole we must seek for something, anything, to fill it.
We sacrifice our morals, our values, and our standards to fill this space.
Is this the way of humanity?
Are we no better than the animals we eat?

We devour ourselves in this pursuit for something so seldom found.
We destroy our futures so we can be happy with someone to stand at our side.
Yet, when this someone at our side isn't right, the void just consumes them.
We take them into our distraught lives and strangle them of their own,
Only to realize what we've done and let them free when it is too late.
Should these acts of cannibalism be punished further than our own guilt?

Even when we think that we've found the right person.
The person that we can share life with, not abolish.
We torture ourselves even more with inevitable doubt.
Does she feel the same?
What if she isn't like I think she is?
Will she hurt me like I've hurt others?
What if she isn't who I want?
Will I destroy her like I did the rest?

This contemplation is the very contemplation one feels towards humanity.
We are nothing more than well evolved animals.
Our thoughts only exist to help us survive.
We only love to protect our children

But this cannot all be true, can it?
We can't possibly be machines, we have creativity and artful nature.
It's not true, is it?

This is a question we all must wonder. What separates us from the animals.
What are our loved ones but mates?
Is this why we cannot live without them, because this horrible deity of Evolution tells us to?

No, we can't be. Animals don't see beauty.
Animals don't contemplate the ideals of politics with their significant others.
Animals don't make love, they simply reproduce.

Does she see me as attractive as I do her?
Does she feel the same of society relations as I do?
Does she understand the importance of love?

But doesn't love help nourish our youth?
Doesn't this understanding of each other create a stronger bond, to further be better parents?
Does this love for each other breed love for our young, to better protect them?

Animals don't feel love, their companionship is based upon an internal attraction.
Animals don't desire others they hardly know, for reasons other than sexual encouters.
Animals don't have understanding of their companions.

Will she love me?
Did she ever possess such feelings for me?
Could I ever understand her?

It is in this eternal debate that we suffer.
We cannot be happy until we can suppress this doubt and contemplation.
We cannot be happy until we understand the basics of love and humanity.

Life is faith.
Love is hope.
Ignorance is bliss.

dpsociety @ 2005-11-08T20:29:00

2005-11-10T01:33:33Z

To bleed a dream of what I see,
My life draining from my arms paints the walls with my dream
roses are of yesterday, today it’s silver rings
voices tell me things you’d never think to see in some so small and lonely
the razor is my tool, and my blood the ink, the walls my canvas for my masterpeice

**comment please**

New

2005-11-09T01:05:17Z

Hi i'm new to the community
my name is Emery and i'm 16
Poetry is something i love,along with Writing,
i don't always have the 'proper' Capitalizations
(i don't Cap 'i' because i don't use much emphasis when i write, it, it's always kind of subtle when i mention myself or my thoughts, so i is left non bold)
i hope it doesn't matter too much

...

2005-10-26T02:35:35Z

I feel bad that im the only one who has been writing in here, so sorry if im boring you all. but i just have to get these two short poems off my chest.

The first reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, thats why i named it this, (beauty and the beast's phrase is a tale as old as time).

“Tale Too Well Known”
I am that of a rose
Constantly wilting away
For the one true love
Learning to love me in return

The next im not too sure i like the title- im still working on it...

“A Dreamy Reciprocal”
My vivid dreams, your face, your hair
Haunting me like I’ve always needed you
And when I awake, I know, you will never need me

yea im sure i don't like the title. at all. if anyone has a suggestion let me know, just for the last one's title.

Butterfly Eyes and a Holding Stare

2005-10-20T02:41:51Z

I've been trying to get away from the normality of what I write, because it always says the same thing in different ways, or words. So he is the result of my expirimenting:

“Butterfly Eyes and a Holding Stare”
Blushing cheeks, giddy smiles.
The looks she exchanges, the unknown ahead.
A nervous stomach, butterfly eyelashes, flapping away.
Sideway glances to the soul he holds.
Smiling eyes pointed to the thought of a future.
Cartoon stars dancing on her eyes.
A drunken giggle, ready for love.
Moving closer, feet shuffling away.
Faster, spinning, dizzy, falling.
Their lips meet the point of no return.
Intertwined like a perfect knit scarf or sweater.
Pulling away, slowly, slowly.
Eyes open, a holding stare.

odd numbers

2005-10-08T20:36:39Z

"Odd Numbers"
That drunken smile did nothing for me
I sit on my windowsill at night replaying your laugh in my head
I notice the details, not the obvious details like she does
Your freckle on your left cheek closer to your bottom lip than your top lip
How many of your eyelashes face up; how many face down
The imperfect blemish above your right eyebrow
Thats what we are, imperfect
Imperfect like your face, your nose, your freckles, your eyelashes
They always come out in odd numbers, the ones facing up and the ones facing down
Your nails are uneven, splitting, like the ends of your hair
She sees your beautiful blue eyes, and your soft, supple lips
She notices your dark, dessert skin and your well-parted hair
She chose you like the spider chose its prey
As for me, all I can do, is sit here imagining what no one else would think to look for
Is this what I chose for myself, a lifetime of windowsills and imperfect eyelashes
No, you chose it for me, when you looked deep into my eyes and whispered those words
Your eyelashes come out in odd numbers, the ones facing up, the ones facing down
Then you kissed them, sentencing me to a world of dark, bleak, despairing windowsills

dpsociety @ 2005-10-03T20:08:00

2005-10-04T00:11:44Z

I'm Danielle- I'm new- I love to write

-The Ones in Waiting-
Dusty stars fall into the eyes of the waiting
Blinded by the cheap perfume and glassy gaze
Fallen trees into the eyes of the waiting
dizzy hearts broken by appereances of snow white kisses
look no further than ink on paper
facades don't faze the ones in waiting
For they are in a endless line of broken limbs and bloody hearts

dpsociety @ 2005-09-09T16:18:00

2005-09-09T23:18:15Z

it gets thrown around so easily
never seeing its true potential
never knowing the full impact it has
never understanding its true meaning
its just a word
its just a moment
its a new scar
and you plead this time its true
that this time its meant
you pray that its not obsession
or infatuation
or routine
you hope for true love
and through your blinded vision you fail to realize
fail to open your eyes to reality
obsession is not love
its pain and anger
its being let down.
its a constant fight within yourself
its a battle you will never win.
when its true
there will be anger
there will be tears
but it will never lead to doubt
it will never lead to fear.
it will always mean a smile
and an understanding of knowing and seeing
that this time its not thrown around
this time when they say
"I love you"
its meant and felt
its real.

dpsociety @ 2005-07-29T09:43:00

2005-07-29T13:47:25Z

For all fans of the horror novels, cheesy horror movies, alkaline trio, or murder by death:

Please check out my latest work, posted on my SITE!

It took me about 4 months to create since I was working on some other writings during that span of time, but in the end I have a fairly cohesive horror-themed tale, narrated through a series of 13 song lyrics.

Here's a sample lyric, the first one in the story:

Inter-city Sheet Glass Machine
By: Jason Mick
December 2004
Theme what?
...............................

I've got a superstition...
And plans, that I set in motion
I sit drawing a scene,
Maybe it...
Can release me from this dream

And I've go this superstition,
Five years of school to build up beams,
And I still remember all the,
Shades of that blasted day.

1920 headline news,
A daughter falls off the ledge,
My story, my tower,
Empty air clawed down upon her,

The sidewalk
Wasn't red, I swear,
But I think my hand still are.
Now I throw mysled, on one last project,
Let me commemorate these lasting scars.

....
And the oil burned out,
And the stars were gone,
And the line fell short,
No one ever came along.

And the oil burned out,
And the stars were gone,
And the line fell short,
No one ever came along.
No one ever came along.
...

Two minds living as one,
In this body,
A shaking frame,
I will build her infernal memory,
Perchance it will win me fame?

These talons on my mind,
Worries crushed,
Logic swept aside.
I let them tear me to mulch,
As I finish up each room.
My eyes cry out yearning for rest,
But I tell them its far too soon.

I've got a superstition,
I'm bitter steeped in motivation.
Let see how far I fall,
When I descend right through these floors.

And I've got this superstition,
I will tell it to you true.
I can't let it leave me,
Until I finish this one last floor tonight....
tonight
tonight!

....
And the oil burned out,
And the stars were gone,
And the line fell short,
No one ever came along.

And the oil burned out,
And the stars were gone,
And the line fell short,
No one ever came along.
No one ever came along.
...

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Hope you enjoy!!!

~Jason

dpsociety @ 2005-07-21T22:40:00

2005-07-22T02:40:38Z

Come join distinctbeauty!

dpsociety @ 2005-07-07T17:10:00

2005-07-07T21:11:15Z

i am a newbie. plz comment on these works.

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The sun begins to rise

She wakes up, opens her eyes

Only to find her simple way of life has come to an end.

Afraid this day was coming

She didn't know it would arrive so soon

She has been sheltered until today

with all that is happy, pleasant,and gay.

Today she must go off on her own

No one to guide her

No one to fly beside her

No one to make sure she finds her way.

Now she's frightened.

It's impossible for her to be enlightened

She must beat the odds and do it on her own.

She becomes stronger everyday

All her fright has gone away

She did it on her own

No one guided her

No one flew beside her

No one made sure she knew her way.

Surrounded by loneliness fear and hate
She hides from the inevitable consequence of her mistake
Praying to god that they won''t find her soon
Her only light is the glowing of the moon.
She hears footsteps pounding on the floor
They threw open her door
She knew she would meet her fate
All she could see was hate.
Cries of pain heard but ignored
Her life left her as sudden as the unpredicted storm.
She walked towards a kind looking man
He pulled her close and whispered in her ear
"The world still needs an angel my dear"
Beeping machines began to wake her
Her loved ones came to hug her
She looked to see if they were there
She heard a voice say to her
"They''ve been brought to justice, that''s why they''re not here."
Although weak and tired
She knew she would live to see another day.