I hope this doesn't break the no poetry rule, but damn, I'm having fun!
dark love
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.
Evil shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting desire.
Her silken hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of taking,
I remember her.
Dark Betrayal
Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my heart.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In agony I call your name
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my love falls upon cold eyes.
This is because of you
Devoid of Love
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must die.
your love is no more.
how could you not understand?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
A God that is Yours
Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my shamed flesh.
Realization dawning on my face.
I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring reality.
darkest betrayal
I am chained here, bound to pain:
tearing through this bitter agony,
heart so bleak and empty.
this love so betrayed,
a surreal void,
forgotten;
yet I wish for
your touch so frail.
there, that's all of 'em, I think....
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Anya
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posted on 20/7/2003 at 10:01 PM
*for the sake of humour/cheesiness...whatever concept you wish to make of
it*
How I Love Cheese
Oh how I love cheese,
It tastes good and gives a breeze,
Now I go eat cheese.
Sticupus
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posted on 20/7/2003 at 10:51 PM
Hatred Swells
the night falls with a silent sigh, entwined are we.
the god for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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Schizo
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posted on 21/7/2003 at 03:30 PM
Alone in Darkness
the night falls as if slain by the sun, cold and alone are we
the light for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies
devoured by the all-encompassing dark
all hope must fail
your passion throbs no more
how could you abandon me?
shadows surround us, crying
we have lost our light
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AloneSoul
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posted on 21/7/2003 at 07:00 PM
*shivers like side show bob after stepping on a rake*
It is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The ethereal one
stirs.
Fog shrouds her gaunt form,
an impatient agony.
Her silken hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of taking,
I remember her.
Hahahah.
RavensSoul
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posted on 22/7/2003 at 10:20 PM
Innocence Lost
I am dying here, barren of the night
Falling through this silent tomb
Heart so bleak and torn, this life so betrayed
A tragic abyss; Forgotten
Yet, I wish for your warmth, so alive.
tee hee hee *giggles like a little girlie* this is fun.
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feel pain, love, happiness, and all other things that keep our hearts from
freezing over into the bloody ice that distinguishes man from the beasts of
night.
Abbadon
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posted on 24/7/2003 at 03:39 PM
I music is the language of the soul then poetry is for dead people.
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KatB
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posted on 27/7/2003 at 03:14 PM
Goodness gracious - when I logged on just now I was notified that I was on
probation and - in other words - would be chucked out if I didn't
fix my evil ways... All I can think of having done, is posting this Forum,
encouraging people to make awful poetry! Hey, I'm sorry, OK!!!
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