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Lilith's Poetic Outlook
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Dark Lilith
, juin 28 2010 07:12
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#27
Posté 29 juin 2010 - 04:53
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The lash it cut
me cruelly,
The lash it stung
and burned
The lash it cut, into
my flesh,
I screamed out
loudly and squirmed!
The lash it cut
my flesh,
The lash it cut
to the bone,
The lash of your
cruel words upon
me,
has left me hurt
and alone.
The lash cut deep
into my heart,
it bled into my
soul
The lash of words
uncaring,
has hurt me more
than you'll ever
know!
me cruelly,
The lash it stung
and burned
The lash it cut, into
my flesh,
I screamed out
loudly and squirmed!
The lash it cut
my flesh,
The lash it cut
to the bone,
The lash of your
cruel words upon
me,
has left me hurt
and alone.
The lash cut deep
into my heart,
it bled into my
soul
The lash of words
uncaring,
has hurt me more
than you'll ever
know!
Modifié par Dark Lilith, 29 juin 2010 - 04:53 .
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Posté 29 juin 2010 - 08:58
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I screw up Poetics ... I cant even create a poet in my mother language!
#29
Posté 29 juin 2010 - 02:55
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I sit and ponder
the paths I
choose,
was I destined
for my life to
be so?
I seek but
cannot find,
and so I retreat
to the recesses
of my mind.
I am safe in
here,
from the horror
and the
dread,
but still comes
the reaper, a
calling to the
dead
With nails painted
all in black,
my lips the deepest
blood red,
are these things
reality,
or just a fantasy
in my head?
The tear it
moves so slowly
down my cheek,
but do in my little
world,
I really need to
weep?
The knife it kills
so slowly,
the needle does so
as well,
Am I destined
to be Satan’s
bride,
to rule their souls,
in my own
hell?
Black are the
hearts,
that seek my
demise,
full of loathing
for me, they
despise
But a gleam
does show deep
down below,
I'll reign over
pitiful souls
and torment them
for an eternity
as well!
the paths I
choose,
was I destined
for my life to
be so?
I seek but
cannot find,
and so I retreat
to the recesses
of my mind.
I am safe in
here,
from the horror
and the
dread,
but still comes
the reaper, a
calling to the
dead
With nails painted
all in black,
my lips the deepest
blood red,
are these things
reality,
or just a fantasy
in my head?
The tear it
moves so slowly
down my cheek,
but do in my little
world,
I really need to
weep?
The knife it kills
so slowly,
the needle does so
as well,
Am I destined
to be Satan’s
bride,
to rule their souls,
in my own
hell?
Black are the
hearts,
that seek my
demise,
full of loathing
for me, they
despise
But a gleam
does show deep
down below,
I'll reign over
pitiful souls
and torment them
for an eternity
as well!
#30
Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 01:42
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Blood from my
dagger falls,
bloody hand prints
upon the walls!
My breath is
quick,
my heart does
race,
I saw the agony
etched on your
face!
Of little care
or troubled
heart,
for now we
shall never be
apart!
Slick with blood
and covered in
sweat,
oh longing love
least you
forget!
You were mine
before you were
hers,
I cut her throat,
and then cut
yours!
Call me fickle
or plain insane,
but she and you are
dead......
It's all the same!
dagger falls,
bloody hand prints
upon the walls!
My breath is
quick,
my heart does
race,
I saw the agony
etched on your
face!
Of little care
or troubled
heart,
for now we
shall never be
apart!
Slick with blood
and covered in
sweat,
oh longing love
least you
forget!
You were mine
before you were
hers,
I cut her throat,
and then cut
yours!
Call me fickle
or plain insane,
but she and you are
dead......
It's all the same!
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Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 01:45
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..........Dark, sexy, and mysterious what's not to love. Oh you mean the poem. Yeah that too.
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Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 01:46
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Wow! That is flipping awesome! The rhythm coupled with the imagery. Very good work. One suggestion to keep the flow in pace:Dark Lilith wrote...
Blood from my
dagger falls,
bloody hand prints
upon the walls!
My breath is
quick,
my heart does
race,
I saw the agony
etched on your
face!
Of little care
or troubled
heart,
for now we
shall never be
apart!
Slick with blood
and covered in
sweat,
oh longing love
least you
forget!
You were mine
before you were
hers,
I cut her throat,
and then cut
yours!
Call me fickle
or plain insane,
but she and you are
dead......
It's all the same!
"shall never be
apart!"
to:
"shall never
part!"
ba Dum ba Dum:O
Modifié par MessyPossum, 01 juillet 2010 - 01:51 .
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Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 01:47
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Maviarab wrote...
Hmmmm....
I love it when he does this....:innocent:
#36
Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 01:47
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That was a mix of hilarious and, for some reason, sexy.
#37
Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 10:01
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Dark Lilith wrote...
Blood from my
dagger falls,
bloody hand prints
upon the walls!
My breath is
quick,
my heart does
race,
I saw the agony
etched on your
face!
Of little care
or troubled
heart,
for now we
shall never be
apart!
Slick with blood
and covered in
sweat,
oh longing love
least you
forget!
You were mine
before you were
hers,
I cut her throat,
and then cut
yours!
Call me fickle
or plain insane,
but she and you are
dead......
It's all the same!
Very Nice work Lilith, nice to see you back to writing again, and this piece goes very well with the episode of Moonlight I'm watching.
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Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 11:32
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Isabelle Mortello wrote...
Maviarab wrote...
Hmmmm....
I love it when he does this....:innocent:
Why?
#40
Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 12:31
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liltith, i love you and your work
#41
Posté 01 juillet 2010 - 02:13
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I slink thru the
shadows,
to catch just a
glimpse
Your hair, your
walk, your
scent
Times dreaming alone
of kisses left
unsent
The curve of
your hip,
the swell of
your breast
Your soulful eyes,
oh sweet desire,
I do my love
profess
To hold you
close,
to call your
name,
but to you
tis all a
game!
I wonder and
pause,
at your look
so fine,
temptation and yearning
to make you
all mine
You stop and turn
my way,
but the shadows
do hide me,
and keep you
at bay.
I salivate to
taste you,
my nails mark
the brick,
my fangs begin
to lengthen,
as I fly off into
the fog so
thick!
shadows,
to catch just a
glimpse
Your hair, your
walk, your
scent
Times dreaming alone
of kisses left
unsent
The curve of
your hip,
the swell of
your breast
Your soulful eyes,
oh sweet desire,
I do my love
profess
To hold you
close,
to call your
name,
but to you
tis all a
game!
I wonder and
pause,
at your look
so fine,
temptation and yearning
to make you
all mine
You stop and turn
my way,
but the shadows
do hide me,
and keep you
at bay.
I salivate to
taste you,
my nails mark
the brick,
my fangs begin
to lengthen,
as I fly off into
the fog so
thick!
#43
Posté 02 juillet 2010 - 11:53
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I walk the
floor,
I stare at
the door,
Wondering, do you
love her more?
Does she make
you happy?
Set your heart
alight?
Is she better
in bed?
Does she make
you squeal with
delight?
Does her touch
fulfill you?
Are you with
her tonight?
Does she taste
of sweetness?
Oh, the nectar
of love!
Does her ability
to please you,
make you rock
and quake?
Have you forsaken
me?
Left me in your wake?
Does my body
not please you?
Does it not
tremble at your
touch?
Was I just a
conquest?
Did I love too
much?
I pace the
floor,
stare at the
wall,
Am I a thing
of the past?
Or am I nothing
to you...at all?
floor,
I stare at
the door,
Wondering, do you
love her more?
Does she make
you happy?
Set your heart
alight?
Is she better
in bed?
Does she make
you squeal with
delight?
Does her touch
fulfill you?
Are you with
her tonight?
Does she taste
of sweetness?
Oh, the nectar
of love!
Does her ability
to please you,
make you rock
and quake?
Have you forsaken
me?
Left me in your wake?
Does my body
not please you?
Does it not
tremble at your
touch?
Was I just a
conquest?
Did I love too
much?
I pace the
floor,
stare at the
wall,
Am I a thing
of the past?
Or am I nothing
to you...at all?
#44
Posté 02 juillet 2010 - 03:12
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Black roses on
a casket,
Black roses on
the ground
Has your soul
rebelled from you,
has it all
but gone?
Black roses smell
oh so sweet,
but what do
they convey?
misery and loss
of life,
or so the
lonely say.
Black roses in
the sunlight,
petals all unfurled,
sweet aroma of
decay
spread all across
the world
Black roses given
in mourning,
laid down at
your feet
Black roses held
in high esteem'
as your heart
skips a beat.
Black roses set
upon my new
grave,
and tattooed across
my back.
Were they given
for loves gone
by,
or given for
emotions that I
lack?
Black roses drip
a nectar of
blood red,
Black roses given
to my love,
from a heart
so dead.
Black roses bloom
in the full
moons glare,
Black roses given
to the one.
Black roses do
give my soul
comfort,
and am I
the only one?
a casket,
Black roses on
the ground
Has your soul
rebelled from you,
has it all
but gone?
Black roses smell
oh so sweet,
but what do
they convey?
misery and loss
of life,
or so the
lonely say.
Black roses in
the sunlight,
petals all unfurled,
sweet aroma of
decay
spread all across
the world
Black roses given
in mourning,
laid down at
your feet
Black roses held
in high esteem'
as your heart
skips a beat.
Black roses set
upon my new
grave,
and tattooed across
my back.
Were they given
for loves gone
by,
or given for
emotions that I
lack?
Black roses drip
a nectar of
blood red,
Black roses given
to my love,
from a heart
so dead.
Black roses bloom
in the full
moons glare,
Black roses given
to the one.
Black roses do
give my soul
comfort,
and am I
the only one?
Modifié par Dark Lilith, 02 juillet 2010 - 06:06 .
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Posté 02 juillet 2010 - 03:49
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"Has "your" soul" after that first break. My fondness for the flow you have going on with each one grows.
#46
Posté 02 juillet 2010 - 06:08
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thank you for the polite way you clarified my error. and I'm glad your pleased with my humble attempts at poetryMessyPossum wrote...
"Has "your" soul" after that first break. My fondness for the flow you have going on with each one grows.
I sit and
Watch the bird
That flies,
The feathered wings
For which I’d
Die
I cut myself
Time is all
Time is naught
I look back at
The battles I’ve
Fought
I cut myself
Loves and lovers
Both supple and
Strong
I’d strain their
Talents all night
Long
I cut myself
Friends are we
One and all
Pictures askew upon
A dirty wall
I cut myself
What is real?
What is false?
Am I crazy?
I’m at a
Loss
I cut myself
Filled with need
A heart dies
Out
A soul is
Shaken
A life so
Undevout
I cut myself
Skin so fragile
Veins all of
Blue
Times together with
Others
But thinking of
You
I cut myself
Mirror, mirror on
The floor, shattered
When you walked
Out the front
Door
And I cut myself!
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Posté 02 juillet 2010 - 06:14
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Thats very......deep.....
#49
Posté 03 juillet 2010 - 05:58
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I stand upon the
wind swept shore,
The air, the spray,
the quiet, the peace,
soothe my soul
and more
The scrub fights for
a foothold,
the hawk seeks out
its food,
the grass sways to
the winds musings,
the sight it alters
my mood!
The sound of the
waves,
the cry of the
gulls,
carries me to a
place I love so
well
Safe am I and
so secure,
this place of mine
holds great allure
I am one with
the world,
with nature and
more,
and from my place
upon the rocks,
does my spirit soar....
wind swept shore,
The air, the spray,
the quiet, the peace,
soothe my soul
and more
The scrub fights for
a foothold,
the hawk seeks out
its food,
the grass sways to
the winds musings,
the sight it alters
my mood!
The sound of the
waves,
the cry of the
gulls,
carries me to a
place I love so
well
Safe am I and
so secure,
this place of mine
holds great allure
I am one with
the world,
with nature and
more,
and from my place
upon the rocks,
does my spirit soar....
