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Cyberdevil
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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


I am not solemn, I am no golem
I am not Salim, I am known by no men
And those who know me, think I am holy
But I do know me, and thus I'm nosey

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


When the world is dry and sandy
You won't need to seek refuge
From the cold wind that blows man deep
Into the ravines of snow let lose

When the worls is wet and dandy
And there's no war left to fight
We can sleep safely on land see
If there is land still in sight

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


Conform my storm
Revive your life
Distort the burns
Of lightligt skies

And rise the gods
To size and viel
Because I am sky
Yet you prevail

When it's cloudy

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


I felt like I
Deserved to be
Someone else than
Some other than me

I feel like I
Am who I see
Not what I think
Or do believe

I felt like I
Reserved my sleep
Deserved to keep
My verbs indepth

I feel like I
Don't let me get
The lantern yet
The light to guide

My helm inside

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


On my lawn little shadow gnomes rise
They rise through the pavement and slice through the skies
Without grim collisions for advice
I take them to my heart, they tear my helm apart

On my little lawn
Bigger shadow gnomes now stand
Thickheaded with roses and ribbons
Their vile infestious demand

Sends me spiraling like a dime
Down through the time this time
I slide across the gravel grinding
Feeling seems I'm open minded

I can't see when I'm in clouds
I can't be silent when I speak out loud
Reveal yourself oh this tiresome poise
But at least from here they may know my voice

And know me

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


Sometimes life is just so fractous without
All of the lucid yet cohearant of doubts
That at times oversweeps us and leaps at us out
Without endowed reason or beasts to seek clouds

There can still be rain even without our fury
Even with names that we call upon at times
And there will still be games even to the new me
That wipes upon unwashed grains to frown

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 5th, 2009


King to K7
Rook to D9
Left tower to grim heaven
Bishop and Runner combined

Dame the pretty lady
Moves to square D
A counter by brave spadeshield
Two swares down in B

The queen hits hard where it hurts
And the tower starts eating dirt
King moves quick, foes get to work
Crawling out with swords drawn

They keep crawling till early dawn
Sprawling over the tiled mardue
Until the king steps away from his pawn
And now it's just them two

Lords of an unworthy land
Sentenced to a life not moving
Free

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 5th, 2009


I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of this same old flow
Tired of the days that go
All the routines that I chose

All the foes I chose to swallow
Still my tummy feels so hollow
I need more friends so I can change
I need more sunshine by this range

The grass don't grow
The flowers don't bloom
The seeds don't sprout
Despite eternal gloom

The grass lies low
The flowers cranked head
The seeds hide below
The earth pale and red

I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of my growling ego
Tired of the upcoming efficiency
That at times takes a hold of me

And sometimes lets me go
And leaves me lost. Where? I don't know
It makes me think and it makes me smile
Or it leaves me confused, if just for a while

The grass ain't green
The flowers ain't fine
The moon don't glow
The sun don't shine

The grass lies down
The flowers softly sway
And the year goes round
In this plantation of decay

I'm so tired don't you know
Tired of this same old stutter
Tired of times never slow
To myself I dully mutter

I saw the skull in my window one night
I screamed inside and jumped back with fright
But in the morning the skull was still there
It looked at me with a calm blank stare

So now I can't even be afraid
When the spiders crawl on my marmelade
Now I don't even care to shout
When I see the demons that I let out

So now I can't even control
The depths of me, the helms of soul
And I still can't seem to grow
Opium blossoms in this thirsty soil

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 5th, 2009


I long
For the new week
To start

So I can
Just keep on
Working

I appriciate
The silence
I get

The darkness
That keeps on
Lurking

But I'm tired
Of filing regrets
I'm tired

Yes I'm tired
Of denying outlets
I'm happy

But I'm tired
Of smiling to myself
I'm tired

I think I'll stop
Lying to myself
And try

Stop trying
To forget
And lie

In my bed
And stare at the sky
Behind the dieling

And imagine
What it is like
Just being

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 5th, 2009


Drink up
Your drink pup
So you can grow strong and mighty!

Maybe
Someday pup
You'll become a mighty warrior like me!

Maybe
That day pup
You'll grow big and decide to bite me!

So drink up
This drink pup
And be swallowed by gods and lightning!

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