The Alphaville Herald

The Dark Poets of Second Life

by Alphaville Herald on 03/08/04 at 11:53 pm

While many residents of SL were off at a raffle or taking texturing classes or shooting Lee Linden targets, I dropped in on a dark poetry contest in SL. The four participants were all kind enough to let me take some snaps and reprint their poems. It was a good time. I highly recommend it to darksiders that read this blog (and I know there are more than a few…).


Ted Eisenberg: what im readin is called “Better Tomorrow” its been published in 4 books as of now
Ted Eisenberg: the pain reminds me of where i come from
Ted Eisenberg: a place dark and damp and filled with echo’s
Ted Eisenberg: of screams and shattered dreams
Ted Eisenberg: broken promises of better things
Ted Eisenberg: coming from the mouths of demons
Ted Eisenberg: disguised as trusting souls
Ted Eisenberg: deep with in me ripping holes
Ted Eisenberg: that will never heal so many
Ted Eisenberg: of my emotions have been forever
Ted Eisenberg: killed by this horrid world
Ted Eisenberg: where the only color that matters
Ted Eisenberg: is green with government printed ink
Ted Eisenberg: where a dreamer can no longer prosper
Ted Eisenberg: underneath a system that cares
Ted Eisenberg: not for its people but only its profit
Ted Eisenberg: and with this i built up all my rage
Ted Eisenberg: with a pen and paper i slang nerve gas
Ted Eisenberg: and poetic napalm with a furious tone
Ted Eisenberg: only wanting to better this place
Ted Eisenberg: that future generations of kids will oneday call home
Ted Eisenberg: *end*

Crackula Cunningham: title – my lovely friend
Crackula Cunningham: no more blood
Crackula Cunningham: the vein’s gone dry
Crackula Cunningham: i guess i’ll settle
Crackula Cunningham: for plucking out an eye
Crackula Cunningham: i hold your head
Crackula Cunningham: like lovers do
Crackula Cunningham: and squeeze your skull
Crackula Cunningham: till out comes goo
Crackula Cunningham: you’ve gone goodbye
Crackula Cunningham: that much is clear
Crackula Cunningham: but i still hold you
Crackula Cunningham: and find you dear
Crackula Cunningham: my lovely friend
Crackula Cunningham: you’re just my type
Crackula Cunningham: though i must confess
Crackula Cunningham: you’re a little ripe
Crackula Cunningham: *end*

Nemo Lightcloud: she speaks of horoscopes
Nemo Lightcloud: she pretends and soothes and layes
Nemo Lightcloud: bastard child I am
Nemo Lightcloud: formed at the gaze
Nemo Lightcloud: her sun shines
Nemo Lightcloud: brilliant with a glow and a beauty
Nemo Lightcloud: forever remember by the shine the moon cast over our faceless skies
Nemo Lightcloud: it mocks with an arrogance found only in fiction
Nemo Lightcloud: sliced mites and embers
Nemo Lightcloud: followed by fingers of september
Nemo Lightcloud: *end*

Sam Sojourner: Are these games that twist and bend
Sam Sojourner: Each shadows light within the night?
Sam Sojourner: Is this hell disguised as heaven
Sam Sojourner: That breathes a fire to conspire?
Sam Sojourner: Against all odds I fought and raged
Sam Sojourner: Stage of blood and tears my soul
Sam Sojourner: I sadly feel that death is one
Sam Sojourner: To bring me closer to a one
Sam Sojourner: Angelic forms, transversing routes
Sam Sojourner: Have brought me closer to my roots
Sam Sojourner: If there is what you call love
Sam Sojourner: That shines a light from above
Sam Sojourner: I wish I had not eyes to see
Sam Sojourner: Your enchanting grace to fall in love
Sam Sojourner: With one who sought to kill my love
Sam Sojourner: *end*

Oh and let’s not forget the spectators, like Pancake Stryker…