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Post by ...:swollen.princess:... on Oct 20, 2004 22:22:49 GMT 10
This is a poem I wrote some time ago...just wanted some feed back on what you guys thought.
Consumed. the emotion eats everything. even unfinished thoughts. unmendable heart. I'm cold from your touch. damaged. bruised from the hunt. stalked your heart, and went home hungry. pulled the covers up over my head and breathed hard 'till there was no more air. then i slept and drempt half concious dreams of you and i and the first time we met. I woke up alone with my arm draped over your side of the bed. but the sheets were cold. I poke the bruises on my thighs from your hips. the pain reminds me of the feeling i have for you. painful memory of the night before. you rolled over to find dreams as i smoked your last cigarette. then went home to shower your saliva from my skin and brush your taste from my mouth. shed some tears then suffocated under the covers.
...swollen.princess...
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Post by ”¨@ˆÄŽRŽq on Dec 25, 2004 11:54:27 GMT 10
Silent Winters
I sit here wondering, Where did my love go? The falling snow Softly on the ground, I look at the window Thinking of memories together.
Being warmly embraced Soft kisses on my face Closing my eyes slowly I longed to feel them more, I wait, I’m alone. Hidden beneath it all.
I cannot speak, I’m sliced to silences Yet all I can show is my Expressions on my sweet Pale face of mine.
Hoping one day He’ll come, This love of mine.
Wearing a sheer cloak Of black, hiding everything. Wandering around, In the quiet scenery.
I cannot look, I cannot see, Everything is pure white, Just white to me. If I look long enough Everything will turn grey. Like seeing in the dark.
With so much burden Piling on the frail plate, If it keeps up, This will break. Yet, I am strong enough To pull my strength, With out my other half.
I shall wait, I’ll shall see.
When he returns, He will return to me.
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Post by Petronia on Dec 26, 2004 0:05:31 GMT 10
That is such a lovely poem Princess Miyu.
It makes me think of a young man that I knew long, long, long ago...
You have a gift and this old woman thanks you for reminding me of things that were.
Petronia
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Post by wishlesshollow on Jan 8, 2005 7:28:58 GMT 10
i liked the poem alot princess miyu. it is very remanaticised ( sp? lol) i think that it shows a understanding of the wait for love to come back
*bows*
wishlesshollow
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Post by TheGrouch on Mar 18, 2005 11:57:10 GMT 10
Your all very good so don't laugh at my poem please. I appoligise if i misspelt words.
Untitled I once had an empty soul but the darkness made me whole Empty fear or dark hathen I was me befor age ten
Why does the caged bird sing does she do it for fun Or is it the reigning ring for the great kingdomcom
does this bird have a human face it has no gender nor a race everyone i know is caged sea of sorrow or be raged
But the only ones that are doomed are the ones that feel no sorrrow NOT heart of black or be gloomed in the darkness of tomorrow lead the ones that dont feel sorrow
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Post by Dearg-due on May 18, 2005 14:39:10 GMT 10
Okay this is something I had written when I was in 9th grade and serverly depressed and wanted to die. Well here it is I hope you like it
"At once I had everything, but in my foolish ways, I have lost everything but one thing; the burning in my heart still stays. I am haunted by regret, regret of being hungry. So hungry that I'ld leave behind everything, even the one I love, just so I can be stronger... More powerful... Less human. I have not lost her yet, but it has been predicted. Predicted by some one who has never been wrong. I pray to God that she lives in this terrible world. I am starting to see it myself. It haunts my dreams. I see her die every time my eyes close." I say very weakly.
I am sitting with darkness surrounding me but the sun is up. "If you were to look out your window it would be a beautiful day; but it you were to look through my eyes you would see how terrible my life can be knowing that the one I love will die. The uncontrollable pain of knowing that nothing will ever be the same. It's like the sun setting in the east instead of in the west. The only way to truly know what it feels like.. you would have to die to get closer to it."[/color][/size]
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Post by QueenNeurotic on May 31, 2005 8:29:08 GMT 10
Die The Right Way
I stand looking at a blank stare. I close my eyes. I reach for a knife. I gently slice, The blood streams out. I feel light headed. I faint, I faint then I wake up. The doctors said I'd be ok. I go home I have failed to take my life away. I find gun, then I load it. I close my eyes, and pull the trigger. I shot myself in the head The pain is almost gone I am almost dead. My life my hell my hate for all is almost gone. I slowly drift off into my sleep. I am like sleeping beauty without a prince I will sleep forever.
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Post by Minara on Jul 28, 2005 21:59:16 GMT 10
This one is called "Rain" and it was written one dreary afternoon, about a week before my 17th birthday. RAIN - March 7, 1996 It creeps in silently, softly rapping at my windowsill I run out in it, naked if only in my mind's eye It washes away my unhappiness and my sorrow A rumble of thunder announces the arrival of the newborn fall A flash of lightning, blinding in the darkening sky I feel an unnatural high, rivulets of rain sliding down my cheeks Steadily pelting on my body, rapidly picking up wonderful force I dance and sing in it, music above the deafening roar The cold water enlivens and refreshes me But soon the rain dies away Softing rapping on my windowsill It creeps away silently. I don't know who else stills comes here, but I just wanted to say that this poem of mine was selected to be published in a compilation book by The International Library of Poetry. Thousands of poems were received but only 200 will be published from all around the world. Yay go me!
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