i miss this place. i haven't been here for nearly a year.
here's some old stuff.

i can't remember how long it's been,
since i hoped you'd remember my name.
do i have to remind you yet again?
i don't care if you're sad, i'm not to blame.
i'm sick of all the snow and dismal skies,
i've ripped so many rose petals in two,
just to get the satisfaction of spoiling
something just as beautiful as you...
i scream and kick and twist and cry,
i suppose you taught me life the hard way.
i'd never guess before how i now want to die,
simply falling asleep to every word you say...


it stings, the pain
scathes my skin
like you're scraping it off
with a razorblade,
only to reveal
so very many blooddrops,
seeping out of
every
tiny
space
possible, and
dripping on the tiles...
but it's pleasing
like your fingers
tracing sweetness
on my skin...


i'm sick on the tiles with bleeding hands.
i'm sick because they won't understand.
i don't want to listen to you anymore.
you see, my heart is still aching and sore.

you can't see me, or i wish you don't.
maybe i just need to be alone.
...doubt that. pour my life in a bowl.
it helps you think, or so i'm told.

i didn't mean to push you away,
can i have another chance someday?
we'll meet sometime in the deepest of night,
i'll tell you i'm sorry, make it right.

we'll kiss and cuddle, feel so nice.
i won't want to ever think twice.
you'll pull me in with your gorgeous eyes,
i'll break, and pull off my uncaring disguise...

then in the morning i'll want you again.
i'll need to see you, i won't care when.
that's how i happened the night before,
it hurts... so please, don't happen anymore.

so now i'm sick on the tiles with bleeding hands.
i'm sick because they don't understand.
i'm sick of the tears that fall from my face.
i'm sick over you, your face i'll erase...


it's sweet red wine and poison absinthe at the same time,
such darkness makes my me blind.
blind with hatred for this blind love,
some people search a lifetime, guess i found you early.
don't cry or sob, because that's my job,
can't you see? i can't be here anymore,
because it's time to throw my heart on the floor
and tell you this
i'd risk all that and this
for just one single kiss
and sometimes i wonder if it's me that you miss.
so leave love bleeding in my hands, right?
it's not that you're perfect, because you're far from it in our sight.
our sight? our nothing,
because that won't happen anytime soon, he said.
the other said i'll be fine.
fine? i'll laugh at that later
when the salty water from my windows of eyes
isn't crying its way down my soft skin
near my lips, or my chin
the tears of love i despise.


if you'd look a little harder
you'd see your heart is growing farther
yeah i know you're getting farther
away from me.

if you could see a little clearer
then maybe we'd be nearer
yeah i wish that we were nearer
to eachother.

my heart is spinning round
you spin me right into the ground
yeah my hearts been buried now
for a while.

you pour acid in my cuts
your heart permanently shuts
and yeah, i hear my casket shut
my crucifixion.


yeah.. feel free to comment. or something.
~darkfaerie

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Just stopped by and I read your work. Very nice! Sorry I cannot elucidate on that but my mind is everywhere right now. You are skilled though keep it up. You have at least 1 reader:) (me)

B.orchid

hello.

i'm sick of all the snow and dismal skies,
i've ripped so many rose petals in two,
just to get the satisfaction of spoiling
something just as beautiful as you...

i loved this part. keep writing, im reading.

Love your work :) dont stop >_>;; ^_^

*!*SEREENE*!*

Its around 4 am, and i cant sleep, but i read your poetry and i just wanted to WOW, YOUR POETRY IS FANTASTIC!!!!!! :P You have another fan, and i look forward to reading some more. Keep up the great work, Lady Faculty is mighty impressed!
Lotsa Love
Lady Faculty

] hello I'm just visting each thread b/c well I'm sick at home and have nothing better to do. hehe mmmmmmmmm... don't know wut to say.. I'm a bit confused... sorry goes with random stupidy hehe.. your work is really good.. just a bit over my head.. Or is it b/c the first poem was a mixter of different poems.. never mind I'm getting my self confused
oh well
luv ya,
narti

it's nice to know i've been noticed.

i had surgery this morning, so i come come all drugged up and check my posts. and people actually like the stuff i write. it's really empowering.

thanks