And now the moon is full and high
A pearl reflecting in the sky
And if you call to it again
It will hear and bring to end
All the pain that’s coming on
Flowing waters break to gone
And in the mist fog and drear
You’ll find nothing left to fear
The stars they glitter...
Warning please read A I am not a emo B I don't cut myself C this is just a piece of work not the way I live(d) D It's based on something but theres no need to tell what. E enjoy. =)
A memorie of childhood
A memorie of things I never could
They are linked to each other
To do them...
Ah.. helpful criticism appreciated. Dont all writters need some?
Sweet roses of petals,
How I wish you were liquid,
Iíd drink in your beauty,
Oh the beautiful scents of nature.
Why must love keep me spell bound?
Spirally conjured like a satire,
Spurring, spewing like a jetting fire
About the core, the funeral pyre
That signaled the one soul to retire
That essence had forever perspired
Every day about the one true liar
One that even demons couldn't admire
Whose fame would make the real minds expire...
Can these tears
bring you back home?
or can they heal
all that here is wrong?
Your perfume sails in my bed
and I can smell it still,
it makes me remember
how you made me feel.
My sight is dark blinded by darkness
Blurred by tears that fill my eyes
I feel alone in this dark place
I hear voices who sneer and mock me
I cannot see them but I know their there
I curl up tight and close my mind
I try to ignore them to remember the light
To push away the darkness that is...
A hold that links my arms to yours
You’re away from me, but I don’t feel ignored.
I’m trying to be the solitary me
You’re chained to me, I can never be free.
You should know that I care,
True feelings are there
I just need my own space
Though I welcome your embrace..
This is who I am at times...A faillure with no hope of success. I couldnt forgive myself for my constient failures, what would become of me...?
I have failed...over and over and over again in my life....
and that is why I succeed.
Can you forgive in your heart...could you ask for...
As the flower takes a last breathe
It slowly withers away to nothing,
Turning cold adn dead.
The last scream for help is said,
But no one ever tells.
Gray and black use to be red,
As I said,
The flower is dead,
No more last breathe's,
Nor any final words.
We are the enders.
Can you feel their pain,
of all those bodies left lain?
We are the benders.
Can you hear their cries,
and do you see the flys?
As I saw you fall, your body beaten
Your tears falling like drops of blood
I could not move paralyzed by fear
A mere shadow where you once stood
As I saw you fall, I ran to catch you
But in my frailty I lay holding out my hand
As I watched you die your spirit fleeted
Without you I cannot...
This world is Caving in
Pour some more of that Gin
Life was once a Butterfly
Now all I want to do is die
Paint black over the canvas of pure white
Who ever said life was like was like flying a kite
Was a dreamer with no sense of reality
Feel the walls closing in
Pump the water in see if I...
NO light shines here in this dark abyss
Where I crawl upon the cold stone floor
My candle's flame died days ago
The cold walls echo "i can take no more"
I am frozen in this tortuous chamber
As water drips upon my head
I have lost all hope and track of time
To the world outside I am dead.
So it's late at night, and it has been a while since I've posted anything.
Warning: Violent, I guess. Also, everything is true.
Life is so very frail
Delicate, like a flower
And more fragile than glass.
I scare myself sometimes;
I know that if I lost control
I could end a life.
Looking out a window sill
Wondering if I’m living still
Wondering if I’m I
Here I reside
Between my idle mind
And some new strand of time
Softly asking why
Talking my time
I wrote this in class on the subject "assisted suicide", which I feel should be legal (but should be monitored very closely!).
Everyone has the right to life
Yet no one has the right to die?
My life is the only thing truly mine
Why canít I do with it what I will?
If the pain is too much
Can you feel youíre nerves theyíre singing
Can you taste this moment pass
Though all youíre head is ringing
You know that it wonít last
Those lips seem quite romantic
Though theyíre made of glass and sand
They shatter their so perfectly
And spread across the wasteland
Who are you...
What are you...Why am I here listening to you babble on...
What is it that you want...dragging me out all the time to go stupid places like the store or the mall.
Why can't you just leave me alone why is it that you toy with me then when you see someone else you leave me but once...
My words remain a secret.
Words to have sealed a love.
A love splitting deep inside.
All became a story,
to be told to the rain,
And i have become,
something to lay aside.
I stand here and now,
enslaved my soul to your touch.
This is a cleaned up and polished version of a poem of mine from two years ago
Lotus eater asleep in your bed
Do you see your dreams as they play in your head?
Are you asleep or are you awake?
Because all those fiends I know you can make
With just a pinch of your soul and a dash of whatís...
Some times when you
wish up on a star
and sometimes you
may wonder why it
doesn't come true,
But don't worry its not you
that makes the it not come
true but then you sit wait
and hope that your wish
Oh look at those wheels in spin
Those things that make the wise man grin
But Held by frightful cherubim
The judge and jury of all manís sins
Oh look at those cogs that whirl
Powered and powering the gods who twirl
And in the center a fetusí curls
And looks to when it will...
walking aimlessly in the unknown streets of nowhere
turning on turns and stopping on stops
not knowing where to go
not caring where you are
suddenly you stop and see
your intended with other two
attacking them with kisses of lust
hands touching here and there
they all stare at you ...
This is just a short little poem I wrote one day, and I thought I would post it on here. Feedback and criticism is welcome.
Thoughts of you flash through my mind.
Your hands clutching at me.
I freeze in place, watching you helplessly.
Begging silently for you to take me....
This morning solitude left,
Meaning another fool had stained life,
She lay there, pensive, may the obsolete still ponder?
Sudden and short, but rather precise,
The stone-dead object, withered into nothing,
The unreverberant child leaving many to conceive,
So the men arrived, why is it such a...
You may do what you wish,
you may think that I am "uncool"...
To show deceit...
Are you blind?
or just as "uncool"?
Iím sorry dear lady
Iím sorry my friend
That all your ambition
Has come to this end
But I fear that the glow
Is no angelic halo
Merely the strobe light
Playing tricks on youíre eye
My body is mortal
I add some tonic to my Qui-Gon-Jinn
And can't help thinking of you again
From Tatooine to Naboo
I would walk the sky with you
Hold my hand
Take my soul-oh
Use the force
Just like you know
This is a poet I made for a Dream of Mirror Online contest. The best story with a maximum of 150 words wins an awesome weapon of choice.
Originally the poet was 152 words, but I managed to decrease it to 150 words ^^ Enjoy!
If you don't understand: DOMO allows players to fly on their weapons.
Oh there are Greeks all over my mindscape
And gnosis is some kind of joke
With the girl that vomits up landslides
And the god that walks on a rope
But have you seen all his clockwork?
It looks like heís made out of steel
But all of this isnít the answer
Its only a question I...
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