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[Dark Lilith]

Faces that cross
My mind,
Faces that pass
The day and
The time.
 
Faces of lovers
That came and
Went,
 
Faces of those
Alive,
And faces of
Those heaven sent.
 
All the faces
In a large
Crowd,
All the angry
Faces screaming out
Loud.
 
Faces of evil
Of cruelty so
Unjust,
Faces of the
Sexually yearning, crying
Out in their
Lust
 
Faces that begin
My day,
Faces that make
It end the
Same way.
 
Faces that I’ve
Come to love,
Sent to me
As if a
Gift from high
Above.
 
Faces of friends,
That fill me
With glee
Faces that I
Show too special
People, so that
They can see
The real me.
 
Faces here and
Faces there,
Faces of love
For those that
Care.
 
What are those
Faces?
Those that seek
Me out to
Find.
That all the
Faces are but
Chapters, etched into
My mind.
©Dezdimona2009

[CaptainProphesy]

Is that yours?... I truly like it!



I'll post some of mine later today... must warn you... it tends to be rather dark.

[Dark Lilith]

yes,thats my work. and thank you.

[CaptainProphesy]

OK...I tend to be rather private with my writings as they are very personal to me... it has been my way of dealing with whatever is going on in my life since I was a child... and because of that I litteraly have hundreds of notebooks and pages and napkins and whatever else I have at that moment... I tend to write everything once and usually within minutes... very fast, kind of just let it out I guess. Also my poetry (if thats what you want to call it) is not in your standard rhyming format... and I guess (because I've been told) it tends to be very dark and disturbing (again others words not mine)

So anyways... now that I'm older I am getting less private with my stuff.... so I guess I'll put up one and see what you guys think. I mean whats the worst that can happen right? you can call me a monster...ooohhhh like I dont know that one! :innocent:

[Dark Lilith]

thank you all and mavi,please leave more of your work its very good.Please all of you that are interested leave your works for what better way to get an insite on each another.

Modifié par Dark Lilith, 07 janvier 2010 - 11:51 .

[CaptainProphesy]

I HURT AGAIN!!!

 

I'm sitting here... Alone... My heart has a hurt so intense,
I wish I could rip it out... I wish I could stop the bleeding... I wish... I
wish.



I question myself over and over and over again... Why am I the way I am?...
Why?... I'm a coward, I cant seem to answer... I have to live with what I do. I
leave pain and destruction in my wake... I hurt those I love the most. It never
fails, I never fail... my demons seem to have a mind of their
own... they have destroyed too many and are now destroying again... they are
RIPPING the beautiful wings from my angel, my angel that carried me to a
salvation, to a peace I have never known... they are leaving an empty shell
where once LIFE prevailed, where once LOVE prevailed... now... she is falling
and I am too much of a coward to catch her... to save her... to bring life into
her again. Slowly my wings of despair unfold and my mask falls off revealing
what I am... PAIN!!!



I warn and warn but like prey entrapped in my gaze, they always stay and Over
and Over again it happens... when will I learn, when will I be STRONG enough to
stop... how funny I am, walking strong through life like the wolf on the
hunt... a facade it seems... a beautiful mask hiding a horrible truth.



I hate my self for it, I hate my self for those that I hurt... I hate... I
hate.



Please forgive me... because I cannot forgive my self.

Please forgive me...

Inside I cry, but cannot shed a tear.

Inside I hurt, but cannot show my pain.

Inside I need you, but slowly push away.



I'm sitting here... My heart has a hurt so intense, I wish I could rip it
out... I wish I could stop the bleeding... I wish... I wish... I wish I was no
longer ALONE amongst the love I receive.

But instead I spread my wings... death incarnate... opening my arms to welcome
you in... to embrace... to leave you lost and alone in my world of pain.



One day I will be strong... one day IT WILL END... one day I must TEAR these
wings...



One day too late.

[Dark Lilith]

Beautiful and very soul searching indeed.

[Dark Lilith]

What is life?
But just a
Second caught in
Time
What is love?
But just a
Feeling in your
Heart and your
Mind.
 
What is pain?
Is it real or
Perhaps just a
Ghost
Draining life from
The receiver and
Perhaps also the
Host
 
What is life?
But moments caught
Up in real
Grief
Do pasts really
Matter?
Is love but
The truest of
Escapism,
 The only real
Thief?
 
What is romance?
But a sharing
Of wants and
Of needs
Does it truly
Bring happiness, or
Is it merely
All greed?
 
What is sex?
But the sharing
Of emotions and
Pleasure?
Does it make
For a true
Bond?
Does it really
Last forever?
 
Life, Love, pain
And sex
Is the universe
Truly a spin?
Are we just
Caught in a
Vortex,
Or is the
Beginning, truly the
End?
 
Can you see?
Past wants and
Needs,
Is the horizon
Truly lost?
Does love and
True commitment from
Someone,
Really have a
Cost?
© Dezdimona

[CaptainProphesy]

And So It Begins!!! 





 

And so it begins... This long road I've forever known

It stretches out before me

A winding snake of hate I loath



Once I take that first step there is no turning back.

Swept away by demons disguised as dreams

They seem to always attack



What do I do?... "you know what you must do"

What do I do?... "you know what we must do"



"Go on my friend and take that step... it's so comforting isn't it, I
know you've missed it.. now go on live in regret"



My head hangs so low

My back hunches over

I want to take that first step

To be lost in my memories of pain



What can hold me back from this road I seem compelled to take. Again and Again
to never end.



And so it begins... My lonely road to me.

Modifié par CaptainProphesy, 08 janvier 2010 - 03:38 .

[CaptainProphesy]

Really diggin your work Dark Lillith.

[Dark Lilith]

CaptainProphesy wrote...

Really diggin your work Dark Lillith.

thanks! I like your works also.

Vanguard,your words carry deep meanings and I relate to a lot you say. I'll bost some of my darker things.I like you and the capt.write to deal with reality and emotions and its one way I use to work thru my feelings on many things. Great job!

[SpankyV]

Very impressive.

I see a lot of talent here.

[invert180]

Too much sadness going on in here!  I shall rehash a fun poem I wrote like a decade back for a class.  We wrote down a word or sentence and passed it onto our peers.  They would then craft a poem around it.  I got the word...

---

Fetal position.

Which position?
That position.
This position?
Fetal position.

Whose position?
My position.
Her position?
Fetal position.

Their position?
Cat's position.
Dog's position?
Fetal position.

No position?
Yes position.
Safe position?
Fetal position.

I hate the fetal position.

---

Was quite a lot of fun reading it to the class.

[SargeantRenegade]

This is a song I helped write a few years ago while I was still establishing myself in the industry.

永遠に…
抱きしめたぬくもりよ
永遠に
この手で触れていたい
それが叶わない願いでも
泣かないで
泣かないで 心
いつまでも
誰よりも 強く
永遠に
あなたを忘れないわ
愛はけして消えないから
もう一度
もう一度 抱いて
ありがとう
美しい夢を
泣かないで
泣かないで 心いつまでも
誰よりも 強く


(Translation)

Eternally...

Take my hand and make me forget,

Eternally
Let me hold your hand

Do not cry
Do not cry, my heart
Forever
You are my strength

Eternally
I will remember you
Because love does not end

Once more
Holding once more
Thank you
Beautiful dream

Do not cry
Do not cry, my heart
Forever
You are my strength

Modifié par SargeantRenegade, 08 janvier 2010 - 06:51 .

[SpankyV]

This is one of my favorites.


Lo! 'tis a gala night
   Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedlight
   In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
   A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
   The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
   Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
   Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
   That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
   Invisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
   It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
   By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
   To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
   And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
   A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
   The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
   The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
   In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
   And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
   Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
   Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
   And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

-Edgar Allen Poe-

[Sarevok Anchev]

Hmmm, after so much Amateur-poetry ("Amare" ital.: Love) i thought it wouldnt fit to take one of my favorite english-american poetries in it. But then someone made the first step before me, hah!

So, here, its a little long, but beautifully made.

-------------

Edgar Allen Poe, "The Raven"





Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'



Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.



And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'



Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -

Darkness there, and nothing more.



Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.



Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'



Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.



Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'



Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'



But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -

Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'



Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore

Of "Never-nevermore."'



But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'



This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!



Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'



`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -

On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'



`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'



`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'



And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!



P.S.: Someone could post some sentences of the "Poet-Tree"

Modifié par Sarevok Anchev, 08 janvier 2010 - 07:15 .