Ambulans in Umbre Mortis



In the corner of my eye
I see the glimmer of the scythe
When he casts his shadow
I can feel his might

I'm enveloped in his shadow
As the Reaper slowly nears
He's come to comfort me
To wipe away my tears

And when he stands before me
And extends his hand
I'll grab it and hold on tight
And follow to the shadow's land

But until that time
After I breathe my final breath
I'll be wandering around
In the shadow of death

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In case anyone's wondering, "Ambulans in umbre mortis" is Latin, meaning "Wandering in the shadow of death".

wow you are really good dear. As you notice my name is DeadlyReaper muahaha *caugh caugh* anyways you are no begginer from what i just read. You have definetly a great talent. I love how you put the title, and well that is all and I like these lines :

"I'm enveloped in his shadow
As the Reaper slowly nears
He's come to comfort me
To wipe away my tears"

They are astounding.

Keep up the great work. Please post more.

Welcome to the Forums!!

very good, welcome to the forums, or however they say it....

Thanks. Talent? I'm not sure about that. Anyway, here's another one then:

Dear Sis



Dear sis
I love you
And I'm sure
You love me too

I'm so happy
That you are here
I feel warm
When you hold me near

I feel safe
When you hold my hand
You pull me up
When I can't stand

You illuminate the abyss
With yout bright white light
You're the moon and stars
On a cold, dark night

You soothe me
When I'm in pain
You make me feel
Life's not in vain

You carry me
When I can't walk
I can come to you
When I need to talk

You're my safe haven
Where I can always go
You help me face
My greatest foe

You fix me up
When I get messed
My dear sis
You're the best

You're everything to me
Oh dear sis
But then I realize
You don't even exist

Wow that is sweet and yet sad. I like how you put the emotions

wow. that is awesome. both

Stunning

-Kat-

Thanks for the replies.



For Whom The Bell Tolls



The wind moves about in gusts
With the leaves it likes to play
It orders them to and fro
And the leaves just obey

Autumn has been upon the land
The leaves have fallen from the trees
Now cold rain torments the living
And soon it will begin to freeze

The nights are long
While the days won't last
Dawn comes every morning
But dusk catches up fast

This time of the year
People easily grow sad
Even more so when dark events
Stand upon their path

A group of people
Stand upon the grass in the yard
All dressed in outfits so black
Together to celebrate a depart

All stand silently staring
At the wood in their midst
A large coffin painted black
In which the body will be dismissed

Nobody speaks a single word
All conversing with their thoughts
Then someone takes a few steps forward
Placing on the coffin what they brought

Walking accross the wet grass
Irrigated by the november rain
A hand upwards towards the casket
Viewers see but a swift red stain

A hand reveals a bright red rose
Then gives it its new place
Contrasting beautifully
Upon the dead man's case

Petals almost scarlet
Upon a stem healthy and green
Laid elegantly upon the coffin so black
Quite a beautiful scene

The rose is raided
By the droplets of the sky
But it boldly defies the rain
So that it may ornament this goodbye

The gathered say their final farewells
As the coffin disappears into the ground
The body there to find its peace
Remaining eternally confound

A bell starts to toll
A sad song carried throughout the land
And the yard clears
Of all that came to attend

The bell stops its tolling
For a while it continues to hum
Slowly the sound fades away
Until once again all is calm

And so the end of this funeral
Finally comes to be
And wish you to know for whom that bell tolled
It most definitely tolled for me

Your works are pleasure to my eyes...How talented you are...I am Donovan...some call me Donnie...you call me what you wish..a pleasure meeting you dear...

Thank you, Don.



Dead Boy's Eyes



This boy was depressed
So he gave himself death
Hanged himself
Took away his breath

Noticed a piece of rope
Immediately recognized its use
Attached it to a tree
And put his head through the noose

Standing there, a rope around his neck
For the last time he breathed air
A last deep sigh
And he kicked away the chair

Dangled form his rope
Slowly suffocated
Almost feeling joy
Almost felt elated

Eyes started to pop out
As the rope's grip tightened
Death made the world fade to black
But the poor boy felt enlightened

Now the dead boy's eyes
No longer catch any light
Just staring into oblivion
Such a wicked sight

They seem to tell
This boy's gruesome tale
Staring out of his face
His face so pale

"My eyes stare
But they no longer see
I killed myself
I set myself free"

I love it..can I ask your permission for being able to use that last poem you posted? I would love to place in my manga project..I think it is a great introduction. Ofcourse you'll get the credit...it is only fair...

I suppose. Promise to show me your project, though, can't imagine what it's like if you want that as an intro. Anyway, go ahead, I'm flattered.

Last one before I go to bed. Hope you'll like this one too.


Moist Homework



I grab my books
Take out my pen
Start to read
When it starts again

Can't concentrate
For the voices in my head
Can't see the paper
For the tears that I shed

I can't focus
On what's in front of me
My eyes are clouded
I can no longer see

I close my eyes
A tear falls down
More well up
And my eyes start to drown

Salty droplets fall
Going tap, tap, tap
But not the soothing sound of rain
When in my bedsheets I wrap

Not the soothing sound
Not the comforting, no
These are the bad kind of taps
Avatars of woe

The tears fall down
Still going tap, tap, tap
Sad droplets being absorbed
By the paper on my lap

My eyes descend
When slowly sadness disappears
It looks like I've written something
But it's washed away by tears

The ink makes black stains
By my tears it was freed
One phrase, "Moist homework"
Is all I can read

You've got good stuff so far ^_^ I like this one the best (that's why I'm quoting it)
But keep it up ^_^

I love this poem, it tells a little story. It's fantastic! I hope to read more from you soon.

Thanks. I've a question. Why can't I access some features on the boards? Like profile editing. I need a certain amount of posts?

Oh, and here's a poem.


Stupid Happy Songs



I turn on the radio
The sound trespasses into my room
Happy songs so full of life
I'd like to send them all to their doom

Singing about the grass so green
And about the blue blue sky
Singing about the joys of life
While all I want to do is die

I can't take it anymore
These songs of happiness and love
Raging at the radio
I reach to turn it off

But I retreat my hand
To listen some more
Torturing myself insane
With no idea what for

It seems like an eternity
As I listen to those rhymes
The rhymes making me cold
As they've done so many times

All that's described in these songs
I envy it so much
I wish it all were mine
The warmth and love and such

But the darkness of my room
Is not where this music belongs
They're just not about me
Stupid happy songs

yeah i think you might need a certain amount of posts.when i first started it wouldnt let me do any thing.not sure though...

Great new poem! And yes, you do have to have a certain amount of posts before you can do some things on the site. ^_^

Alright, thanks. Would you happen to know how many?

All I'll Ever Be



I lie on my bed
Staring at the wall
I lie and I wonder
If this is all

All I'll ever be
Stuck here on my own
All I'll ever feel
Sad and all alone

All I'll ever see
My own black world
All I'll ever know
This endless hurt

All I'll ever experience
The touch of cold, dead air
All I'll ever do
At the walls just stare

All I'll ever hear
The silence of the night
All I'll ever be part of
My senseless one-man fight

Never will anyone
Wrap their arms around me
Might as well accept it
This is all I'll ever be

Nothing Gold Can Stay



He walked the streets of his little town, with nothing to do, lost in thought. Thinking about life, and about death. He hated his life. Nobody liked him, or even knew he existed. He walked on and on until someone caught his eye. In the distance he saw a tall guy, broad and muscular, a real bully. He quickly walked into another street and out of sight.

He walked some more, not really knowing where he was going, just staring at his shoes. Not paying attention to where he was going, he bumped into someone. "Sorry, sorry..." he muttered. He looked up and saw two pretty blue eyes staring into his. He took a step back and viewed the girl's entire pretty face. He must've been staring at her as she looked strangely at him and asked him if he was alright. He blinked a couple of times. "Sure.." he said. Then he walked on.

"Wait, " he heard behind him, "aren't you that kid that always gets picked on?" He stopped for a second but then decided to ignore the question and resumed his pace. "Hey!" She ran to catch up with him. As she walked besides him he turned his face away to hide a tear. She bent around and noticed it, and grabbed his hand. He looked at her, puzzled. She smiled, and the look on his face became even more surprised. Was she actually being nice to him? "It's alright.." she said as he squeezed her hand.

They walked together now, she asked and he answered, spilling his guts. Their hands locked together, it gave him strength, and courage. As they talked and talked and their shadows grew long, his burden started to lose weight. His heart sighed of relief.

Finally the sun set as they reached the road at the edge of town. "I have to go." she said. She gave him a peck on the cheek which left him trembling, then she ran across the road. He watched her walk into the distance, completely focused on her, smiling. Taking a couple of steps forward, just to be a little less far apart, he noticed she was waving at him. He waved back. She yelled something at him, but he couldn't hear. She was too far away. She began to run back at him, and his heart leaped. He was strangely illuminated by something, emphasizing his joy.

Too late he realized where the light was coming from, too focused on the pretty girl running at him. Thousands of pounds of truck slammed into him at eighty miles per hour.

Oh my....look at this......an actualy happy poem..


The Wind



It's a warm winter's day
Clouds color the sky grey
Nobody wants to go out
Yet for me it's perfect today

There's not a soul around
I walk through the abandoned streets
All is quiet but for one sound
This one sound that continuously repeats

The sound of the wind
Blowing my troubles away
I love striding into the blowing wind
I wish it was like this every day

It tears away all around me
Swiping clean my skin
And the strongest gusts of wind
Even reach what's within

And when the storm lies down
And the air is calm once more
Even if just for a while
My troubles don't matter anymore

Stay Away

Part One


Everyone gets mad at me
I make everyone depressed
Well here's how you can fix that
Here's what I suggest


Stay away
You don't want to talk to me
Stay away
Around me is not where you want to be


Hate me
Forget me
Close the door in the wall between us
And throw away the key

Keep your distance
Don't come too close
I emit a mental poison
In a maddening dose


So stay away
You don't want to talk to me
Stay away
Around me is not where you want to be


When you see me
I suggest you run like hell
Run, run, as fast as your legs will carry you
Don't bother looking over your shoulder to say farewell

Sped off fast
For your own sake
Put the pedal to the metal
And forget about the brake

Fly like the wind
Ride an ocean wave
I don't care at all
Just get to someplace safe


Stay away
Because you don't want to talk to me
Stay away
Around me is not where you want to be




Part Two


It's late in the evening
Thoughts again spinning through my head
I turn on the tv
And lie down on my bed

I put on a random music channel
The Rasmus start to play
I turn the volume up a bit
So I can understand what they say

I close my eyes
And listen very close
I feel the lyrics
One stanza the most

"Can I suggest
That you invest
In something more
Than hopelessness"

The words echoe
A broken record in my head
Reminding me and enhancing
What before I said


Stay away
You don't want to talk to me
Stay away
Around me is not where you want to be

Doesn't anyone like them? Oh well. Here's a fantasy story.





The Mists



On a cold spring morning, when the birds only just started singing and the sun illuminated but the sky above the horizon, I walked along the imaginary line where the forest, where the trees were growing new, green leaves, to replace the ones they had lost in autumn, slowly faded into the white plains where the people were coming to life again after the cold winter and children would soon be playing their innocent games in the sunlight. The air was cold, not unpleasant like the frozen waters in the winter, but refreshing like a cool bath in the rushing creek. A soft wind blew about, gently pulling at the fresh leaves, but leaving them intact. The branches on the trees swayed back and forth, dancing on the wind's melody and the songs of the birds.

To the east, the sun slowly rose above the horizon, and the blue of the skies faded to a lighter tint, as the white plains reflected the light and sent it to illuminate the land. The trees in the forest could now be seen clearly, standing strong and proud of their new leaves, knowing better times were ahead. More creatures of the forest awakened and the soft rustling of leaves could be heard from within the woods.
On the wide plains the settlements awakened as well, and soon the first merchant's carriage rolled up to the gate of one such settlement. The little towns soon came fully to life, the roads leading to and from them busy with people and horses and wagons. And on the broad path to the north, a legion of His Majesty's soldiers, in shining metal armour, yet to be stained by the blood of the enemies, rode and strode into the distant west to meet some foe, unknown to the common people, if at all they cared. They lived their lives in peace, the powerful kingdom they called their home ensured so.

I sat on the grass, now dried from any dew by the sun, and looked out over the vast plains stretching into the east and north and south, and heard the voices of the woods behind me, stretching west and north and south, though they did not cover as much land as the great plains. It seemed like a perfect morning that would be followed by a perfect afternoon and a perfect evening and night, and eventually another fine day. And that would have been so, if reality had not had differing plans.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the fresh, cool morning air filling my lungs. I listened to the singing of birds and other sounds native to the forest, when they started to fade away. When I opened my eyes again, something hung about me. I stood up and looked around. A thin blanket of mist came from between the trees in the forest, and had silenced the voice of the woods. It drifted around me quickly, over the white plains, and soon engulfed them so that I could no longer see the settlements or the roads. The mist still moved around me, though I could not see it, but felt it on my skin.
Then the mist started to change colour. From the purest of white it was before, now greyish fog appeared from the forest, growing darker and darker in colour. The voice of the woods returned, but its tone showed a change in mood. Fear had struck it, and I heard animals running around me, onto the plains, fleeing from some unknown evil. The hooves of deers and the swift and stealthy stepping of wolves echoed all around, while the birds' wings above together produced a deafening thunder. Through it their high voices that once sang beautiful songs shrieked down like lightning.

Yet none of the animals I could see, as the mist had now turned an utter black. I could not even see myself.

The noises of fleeing animals faded away, and now was replaced by another speeding sound. A furious sound quickly sweeping through the woods towards me. I faced the sound as it came closer and closer, and when it reached me, I was blasted back, only barely holding my balance. Now I clearly heard the sound, it was the sound of burning wood. The forest was burning.

But the fires didn't stop with the forest, as I heard the screams of people to the east. I could not see, but I imagined what the plains must have looked like. Whatever growth there stood upon the plains, swiftly burnt to ashes, as the fire in the settlements raged through houses, killing all but the luckiest.
Screams of less volume joined the choir of death from the settlements farther to the east as the black mist ravaged the land.

When finally the screams faded, and the mists turned from black to grey to white and eventually completely faded, I threw my eyes upon the forest. Or what used to be the forest, as now there was naught left but a layer of ash covering the charred ground. The soft wind blew once more, but no longer bringing pleasure, as it blew the ashes into my face.
So I turned around and looked over the vast plains, and there too saw naught but a devastated land. The settlements had burnt to ash, some still burning. Horses and men lay dead upon the roads, besides carriages that had not survived the blazes either.
I looked down to my feet. The grass beneath them was also burnt, only a small circle about me was untouched. All the land had been destroyed, all the people had perished, only I still stood, only I had survived the fury of the mists, and stood amidst the destruction.

Doesn't anyone like my work then?

my my you have such wonderfully gorgeous poems and stories.. how could you say that you are one without talent.. why, it shines like the blinding light of the sun through hell's endless abyss.. a gift to be realized i see.. but until you come to accept i am glad to see that you are putting such skills to good use.. please keep posting for it would be a great loss to be parted from your words

I apologize for taking so long to reply but I have been terribly busy...I hope you are not angry at me... ...Sure I will show you my project and thank you....

You speak kind of creepy, Astarael. But creepy is good. Thanks for your kind words.

That's alright, Donovan, why'd I be mad? What kind of project is it exactly?

The Reaper's Song



Voices in my head
I'm going insane
They keep on singing
Singing the Reaper's refrain

"Death is bliss
Life is naught
Decline not the gift
The Reaper he brought"

The Reaper's gift
Death is what he can present
Gift of redempion
Freedom from vivid torment

Voices, voices
Continue their wicked song
About death and its glory
About where I belong

"Life is but torture
Death is your bliss
Forget the living
Accept the Reaper's kiss"

Voices, voices
Talking so persuasive
Voices almost pleasant
Words not at all abrasive

"Slit your wrists
Sever the chains
Be rid of your life
And all its banes"

"Pull that trigger
Blow away your cage
Let the Reaper be the leading character
On your story's last page"

"Listen, listen
Ignore us not
All is written in the stars
Stick to the Reaper's plot"



Voices, voices
Ranting on and on
Until finally
My resistance is gone

My last paragraph
I'm now writing
The voices calmed down
But still inviting

"Write the climax
To the story of your life
Write those last lines
With the blood on the knife"

On the last lines of my tale
Two colors dominate
The red of my dripping blood
And the eternal black of my fate

The Reaper's song
Finally ends
As I finally meet
His malicious demands

Voices, voices
Still softly chanting
The final stanza
Still enchanting

"We whispered and whispered
Finally the Reaper's call he heeded
Death is bliss while life was torture
Bound to lose, he conceded"

"Now resting in peace
In death he does belong
Another soul saved
By the Reaper's Song"

i did not know i spoke creepily.. but perhaps i do.. your last poem was magnificent.. brilliant though it shines like a dark sun.. so enticing and seducing in its words.. your rhyming was perfection.. great job.. i hope that you will gift us with more of your words

Don't worry. Nothing wrong with creepy. Most of my poems are dark. Thanks. And sure, here's a short one.




Death Ward



A small white room
All is perfectly still
The silence is perfect
And creepy and chill

Six beds
A body in each
Their ears deaf
To where no sound can reach

Their eyes no longer see
Forever closed shut
In their veins
Motionless is their blood

They are plain dead
Under their sheets so white
Lying there so pale
A peaceful sight

Soon they'll be taken
And buried in the yard
But for the time being they occupy
This silent death ward

mmm i like the last.. makes it seem so peaceful and calm..

I know. Thanks.



Broken Wings


A fallen angel
Its wings broken
No longer able to fly
Thinking words unspoken

An angel without wings
Is of no use to heaven
Cast out of the group
Harshly exiled and unsevened

When the pain becomes too grave
The angel no longer wants to live
It resorts to darker things
And becomes self-destructive

Even though the broken wings have healed
The angel's heart has not
And when heaven comes to take the angel back
It will find nothing but rot

mmm that was gorgeous.. you should value not only perfection.. but imprefection as well..

Especially since perfection is pretty much non-existant.

Anyway, thought it was time for a fantasy poem:



Reality Sculptor

You may see
But simple dirt
I see something
I can convert

Convert into something
That could be of use
Or not at all
Something simply to amuse

Of the dirt I can make
Anything I want
Something to serve me
Something to flaunt

So look at this not
As plain dirt and sand
For soon it might be
Something real grand

How do I do this?
With mindpower alone
I just close my eyes and think
Until my work has grown

Grown into something of marvel
Something of art
Something I like
Something from my heart

Why do I do this?
Now that's a question of ease
I'm a Reality Sculptor
I change reality as I please

Oh yeah, Astarael, I read some of your poems. I really liked "Love Depart". You're good too.

thank you ... those were some of my older poems since i'm at a loss of late.. thank you

Well old or not, they're good.

I just wrote this one:




Devastation


Shortcircuit
Flames start to spread
Burning anything on its path
The world turns to red

The kids stuck upstairs
As the staircases collapse
They'll soon burn to death
Or suffocate perhaps

For thick smoke now fills the house
The inhabitants cough their lungs out
They need to get out of there
But the flames are all about

They're crushed by the collapsing home
Comsumed by infernal flames
At the mercy of the fire
As it plays its wicked games

The fire fighters arrive
But there's nobody left to save
All have perished in the inferno
Their home became their grave


And when the sun brings about dawn
And shines it light on the site
Of a home there's nothing left but ashes
And it'll never be alright

Oh rigght right..well it is a visual project..more like a manga...you know jap cartoon...the concept which I constructed is quite dark and morbid...but that makes it alll the better...it has to do with real people..like you and me...fear is the source...chaos the effect...NanakiXIII...how did you come up with that name?

A comic then? (Manga are Japanese comics) Do you draw yourself?

The name? You'd have to have played Final Fantasy VII. There's a character initially named RedXIII and later you discover his true name is Nanaki. Thus NanakiXIII.

Picture of Nanaki

love your storry and you poetry. its great. the storry was realy realy good. it made me fantasising about the mist maybe its natural fenominal that evryting turns in to asses and life start. that comes one in the hunderd years. or maybe its a living creatures that eat and destroy evryting. maybe the mist is made by the creatures who cant be in the sunlight. and they destroy it. I dont know only the writer knows or maybe he or she dident think about it.mm fasinating. do you have yahoo mesenger? my ID is douwejan_schrale. did you read my poetry its under the topic bird of sadness

lots of love

midwinter

Well you can kind of figure out the cause of the Mists from the story. But I won't spoil it for you. I don't have YIM, only MSN if you have that. Are you Dutch, btw?

I think I read something there, but I'll go check it out.

Your work, whether it be poetry or stories..is absolutely breathtaking.
You take the reader on a ride of emotion. Something I seem to lack in my ponderings...
You have a great talent.
I hope to see more of it soon..
So beautiful, yet so painfully morbid.
My favorite kind of read.
Thank you for Sharing.

Peace,
Mourning... :ph34r:

Oh yeah I know its a comic...but Im focusing on true traditional animation(jap cartoons+anime=anime) So 1st im doing it in 2D form..comic and then animation...by cel shading...not that cheap 3d stuff...I believe true anime is best when kept traditional...Yes I draw myself..I've been told I can true quite well..I think so too..not trying to be arrogant...Yeah I love drawing...

Thanks for your compliment, ravenous, apprecieted.

I've no idea what you're talking about with the technobabble, Donovan, but that's okay. Can I see a drawing you made?

lmao...LMAO...Umm yeah sure...u got aol or something I can send u pics online...techno babble...LOL me likes that word...basically im doing a comic then im doing it in cartoon...later dear...

I've only got MSN for IM. You can mail to nanakiiiix@gmail.com if you want, though.

Technobabble....I think I got that from some StarTrek spoof. B)

i love this one.. something we fled to for safety.. our own home.. can be our devastation.. wonderful i think it is great..

Thanks. I never though about it that deeply....

Here's one last poem. I'm going to bed. It's like 0500.



Drag Called Life

Today I woke up
To another boring day
Every day the same
I wish it all would go away

Getting so tired
Of this routine called life
Nothing to live for
Nothing for which to strive

Every day I wake up
Looking forward to nothing at all
Just another day in the dark
Life trying to stall

But it won't stop
Life just moves on and on
Making me grow more tired
With every new dawn

No matter what I do
The world will still spin
Making me feel dizzy
Nauseous feeling within

Life's such a drag
I'm getting so sick of it
Maybe I'll throw in the towel
My wrists I'll slit

Maybe in death
I'll finally have some peace
The answer to all your problems
Simply to decease

I'll be six feet under
Or rather shot into space
Then I'll never again feel the world spin
At that same damn pace

It won't have slowed down
Even for the blink of an eye
It's all so futile
So this is goodbye

As the rest of the world
That's still alive
Continue right on
With that drag called life