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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:24 pm
Yah...dark poetry sounds like a good thing to start with...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 6:45 pm
The End
Blood blood everwhere
and all of its from me
I've slit my wrists and ended this
and now ive been set free
my soul was never ment to live
i knew life had no hope
But now i've gone and commited sin
theres only one place left to go
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:35 am
Death
i sit there in my room with the door locked so i cant escape.......
as the tears run down my face i think about all the people who have died......
as the world comes crashing down around me.......i sit there helpless.......
these bloodstained hands shall kill no more........i dont deserve to exsist......
god dont let me say goodbye......
just end this nightmare and let......me......die
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:41 am
VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED
this is sort of a poem but not really, but I figured Id post it here:
My Philosophy
My mind is the reality of the world....war...death...disease...and destruction its all real...yet some people do not understand reality like you and me and overlook these things as if they are not real thus forth making them think these terrible things could not possibly happen to them.........
Although it may not seem like it, these things dwell in the deepest darkest places of there minds...yet they continue to ignore the truth...
these horrible things keep popping up over and over again causing them to hallucinate... and to run and hide, but the hallucinations do not go away... because they are real...
eventually they are driven to the point of insanity...while holding a gun to there head...
...???...
You see a river of blood now and youll see it again...for the blood makes a mark that last for years representing the reality of the world...war...death...disease...and destruction... you may ignore these things but they are real.... its time to realize .......its time............for the whole world to realize the truth.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 8:28 am
I am a tool,
A form of my grandfather’s power, a symbol of rule.
The others in my clan fear me, hate me.
I’ve been nothing but this symbol .
They denied me the simple things that others take
For granted.
To make me stronger they say.
For the clan they say it’s for the good of the clan.
All of my life I have been a faceless mask
of power that is all.
It’s always been “Seer “or’ Master’s kin” .
No ones called me by my name Imogen.
Other than Grandfather and you .
I thank you for treating me like a person not a symbol.
You gave a rose to the dead.
You cared and tried to fix a broken marionette..
Because of you I live to tell the tale.
This is why I must tell you that I love you.
Imogen VorwandKlugheit
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:15 pm
VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED Care Not
The Dark is my Only Friend; they know not the Call of the Haunted. Never Cry for the Abomination, whose world is painted in Blood the One who Suffers well. Never Cry for the One Who Cannot Cry, Never Pity the One who Cannot Fly, Wings of Flight Ripped away by the Light. Never Cry For The One Who Lost all Sight. Cry not for the Lost Soul in the Crimson Sea. Care not about the Sleepwalker, Care not that my Body was Broken Dry blood stiffing my limbs. Care not that I see the world in Shades of Crimson. Care not that my Back has Remnants of my Wings. Yet you care “Why?” I ask “Others care not why you do?.” “Because I know what it is like to be Tortured and Hated to be lashed out upon . That’s why.” Care not that We’ve been Bleeding too long alone we break falling into the abyss called life. Were Hiding from the ones who Burned all which we Loved. Hiding from the Abysmal World that Cares Not. That is the Abysmal Funeral made of Many.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 11:52 am
this is for the forgotten
to the kids who know nothing but pain
who are liturally driven insane
who cant wait to be slain
who are tied to the chain
who look forward to death
who's parents turn to meth
this is for the unfortunate
who are in the system
who's parents will miss em
who's light is always dim
who never met their parents
who are always adding up the cents
who cant afford the white pickett fence
this is for anybody who felt pain as a child
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 4:07 pm
apocalyptic_pyro666 this is for the forgotten to the kids who know nothing but pain who are liturally driven insane who cant wait to be slain who are tied to the chain who look forward to death who's parents turn to meth this is for the unfortunate who are in the system who's parents will miss em who's light is always dim who never met their parents who are always adding up the cents who cant afford the white pickett fence this is for anybody who felt pain as a child WOW, this is great. thats all i can say. not often i find poetry that leaves me spechless.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:33 pm
Here's an old poem of mine, it's my favorite.I wrote it not long after my ex left me for another girl after 9 month with him.
Sweet Silver Kisses
I sit there staring at the razor in my hand.The sweet taste of death spilling in my mouth.It lingers on the tip of my tounge begging me to satify the hunger.I let the razor touch my wrist,the smooth silver slides over my delicate skin,cutting through it like butter.The crimson liquid trickles from my veins,dripping to the floor staining the carpet with my life.I let the sliver kiss my skin again,more and more of my life flowing from me.I lay back on the floor in a beautiful reverie,smiling as my blood covers me in a crimson velvet blanket.I die thinking of happiness,which you'll never know resided in my soul
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 5:50 pm
Relentless_Sin Here's an old poem of mine, it's my favorite.I wrote it not long after my ex left me for another girl after 9 month with him.
Sweet Silver Kisses
I sit there staring at the razor in my hand.The sweet taste of death spilling in my mouth.It lingers on the tip of my tounge begging me to satify the hunger.I let the razor touch my wrist,the smooth silver slides over my delicate skin,cutting through it like butter.The crimson liquid trickles from my veins,dripping to the floor staining the carpet with my life.I let the sliver kiss my skin again,more and more of my life flowing from me.I lay back on the floor in a beautiful reverie,smiling as my blood covers me in a crimson velvet blanket.I die thinking of happiness,which you'll never know resided in my soul
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 1:53 pm
I saw you again today
Through the window I saw you stand
Your face was hollow and unbearable to look at
Your clothes in rags and body in torment
As I watched the wind sway you
A piece of my heart felt the need to betray you
I saw a sigh escape your lips
And a gust of wind move your hips
From that moment of that day
I knew that it was over
Your body deceased
Rugid and Cold
Your particles vanished
Without the gust that had once been there
A smile to my lips in the cold silent air
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:04 pm
Relentless_Sin Here's an old poem of mine, it's my favorite.I wrote it not long after my ex left me for another girl after 9 month with him.
Sweet Silver Kisses
I sit there staring at the razor in my hand.The sweet taste of death spilling in my mouth.It lingers on the tip of my tounge begging me to satify the hunger.I let the razor touch my wrist,the smooth silver slides over my delicate skin,cutting through it like butter.The crimson liquid trickles from my veins,dripping to the floor staining the carpet with my life.I let the sliver kiss my skin again,more and more of my life flowing from me.I lay back on the floor in a beautiful reverie,smiling as my blood covers me in a crimson velvet blanket.I die thinking of happiness,which you'll never know resided in my soul I love this
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:21 pm
Slintia I saw you again today
Through the window I saw you stand
Your face was hollow and unbearable to look at
Your clothes in rags and body in torment
As I watched the wind sway you
A piece of my heart felt the need to betray you
I saw a sigh escape your lips
And a gust of wind move your hips
From that moment of that day
I knew that it was over
Your body deceased
Rugid and Cold
Your particles vanished
Without the gust that had once been there
A smile to my lips in the cold silent air Nice
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:24 pm
I don't know if this is dark enough but...
Feelings are running through me
Like a bullet through a drive by victim
At first every things good
Then it all slows down
Slow motion as you turn towards the car
The loud BANG reverberates in your head
Over and over
As you, see the bullet racing to you
Not in slow motion
It hits you right in the heart
You cant breath
Your chest is on firer
All you feel is pain
It goes through your whole body
Slowly
Your falling backwards
Hitting the pavement
Blood pouring from your chest
Your white shirt stained: red
Your friends stand around you
Everyone yelling for someone else to do something
But everyone just stares
As you look up at them
And you take your last breath
Your gone
Im gone
My soul has taken its last breath
My eyes are still looking at you
As you stare back at me
Yelling at me for no reason
My friends are nowhere to be found: non-existent
My heart stained: black
Sadness seeping from every pour
I hit the bottom
Fallen apart: broken
Slowly
It went through my body
All the pain
My head was pounding
My heart had stopped
You hit me right in the stomach
You were talking so fast
I saw your lips move
Round and round
The silent hate filling my head
Quickly you turn away
Its all fast again
Nothings ever good
I break
As my own bullet hits me in the heart
I'm gone
I'm dead
Its over
Its done
As you sit unknowing
Your innocent
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 3:13 am
Slightly Violent, Discretion Advised
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