Darkened Sanctuary

Is this emptiness the pinnacle of my existance?
A sleepless night followed by a restless morn.
Flowers dying, signal fading;
being betrayed, being on trial.
Forever burdened by their mistakes,
their sins, their failure; their nature.

My hopes on hold,
my dreams have died.
My past a collection of vague memories,
my present distant and doomed,
and my now a far cry from what it should be.

The emptiness begins here,
the pain is without measure or reward.
My dying soul is the only testament to
the abyss; darkening, deepening
and unfolding within me.

In the corners of my eyes,
I catch glimpses of what I used to be.

Oh, sweet is the agony and great is the victory
of my darkened sanctuary.

an amazing tale with such great flow of emotion.. wonderful.. i love it

thank you . . .my one and only fan. :cinema:

post another poem and you might gain more.. but i did love it.. you show a lot more potential than some of the other n00bs... but just keep it up and you'll gain more support *one woman round of applause*

Wow

Yep, that's generally the gist of it.

Keep writing!

Midnight Conversations

The voice was somber and sweet,
the conversation; pure seduction.
Words ever so familiar,
were now new and comforting.
Passion, intelligence, wisdom
and strength conveyed.
I was lulled into peace by and unknown tone.

The flow was the closest thing to perfection,
its substance was more than I had been
presented with before.
Oh, how sweet it would be if
I could see those lips,
that wonderful place where your grace was spawned.
T’would be marvelous if I could capture your eloquence,
but it is because I cannot that I want to be yours.

thank you astrareal and draquilas for the encouragement. i hope you like this one as well

it is wonderous hun.. you did a great job.. you have an amazing vocabulary which allows you to paint such enthralling and seductive scenes with your words..

awww, your making me blush. Thank you.

aww but softly burning rosy cheeks are so cute.. *pinches*

hehe you should post more poems soon :D

Stigmata

When the tears stop, and the pain subsides
a broken heart is identified.
Battered and torn, it is the ever common lore

A bleeding soul, a broken heart
love does this, it rips things apart;
security a long preserved illusion
Romance nothing but a grandiose game,
the future becomes a novel thought,
that I can no longer allow.

This void created by wishing for you
deepens every moment that I think of you . . .

awesome stuff, definitely keep writing, your talent shows

wow..I love your words...please write more

thank you CSA and Buddha . . . I thought no one would find this thread . . so may great writers are here.


:HUGGLES:

I'll post more soon though.

Sweet Dreaming

Tonight I was raised up,
it was excruciating, pretty torture
I found him I believe, my handsome morbid prince;
the one to dry my tears and give me white roses dipped in blood.

I didn’t know where I would find him,
I could not have dreamt that it would be in this place
forgotten, empty, over run and useless;
love measured in pain; joy measured in tears.

Piercingly striking in my minds eye he stood,
a herald to what my future could possibly hold
but then I came awake and I could not believe;
that my prince was a fata morgana, he wasn’t real he was dreamt

very interesting..I love your thoughts
your words speak so much to me

how so?? :ph34r:

seeing possiblities through my perception of what the poem could mean to you..
it speaks to me that I may see what you mean when you write these words

Okay, that I understand,.

we all dream for things far more longing than what exists in our true life.. that poem was splendid hun.. i hope you post more soon

Thank you, you truly have been nice.

:huggles:

Desire

Desire;
Tis a fleeting need.
Wanting communion.
Needing attention.
You lose yourself in a maelstrom,
of entanglements and emotions.

Desire;
Dissatisfaction with the norm.
It is the melding of body and lips
with a fervor that can’t be matched.
Moans and whimpers indicative of a
void waiting to be filled.

Desire;
Potent, primal, unpredictable, needy and deliciously sinful.

Desire;
You hold me captive.


- - he he Budha . . I hope you likey

nice I like it it's awesome. I like the part where it says that desire is
"Dissatisfaction with the norm"

It's very good and I like it I will keep looking at your works.

wow..yes very nice..I likey very much

desire was a wonderful poem hun.. *hugs*

thank you deadly reaper, and budha i am glad that you like it


:huggles you both:

*gets huggled with deadly and azriela* damn am I lucky or what!!

:pounces on budha and gives him a hug:

he he, i'm naughty

oh really??
well get over here then

:looks around for clothes . . thinks they would be pointless and runs to Budha's room"

:he he:


what you gonna do now??

I am . .


Make no mistake,
I am not love, I am not mundane.
I am a strong feeling, that has roots deep in every soul;
I hold grudges, I am sometimes petty.
I do not believe in purity of heart.
I fade under nothing.

I am not love, but I represent pain.
Vengance is my strongest weapon, my greatest motivation.
I forget times and sometimes even places,
I remember words spoken and thought
I remember indifference

I am not love, I am hate,
an emotion as recognizable as love,
I encompass race, color and creed.
I have instigated the greatest battles, started infamous agruments
I have tramautized the masses.

Who am I?
I am hate,
I am you
You are me

mmm i love that poem

Thank you, you've been very supportive. :P

What do I have to do for more people to read it though?? . . . It seems as if you have to be overtly popular for people to read your work and give you feed back.

not really.. in most sites i have seen.. you only get one or two replies on your entire thread.. and i have over 800 on the one i have now.. just go read other's poetry and comment.. and they will read yours in time too i promise... i was worried about the same thing when i started posting here.. but do not worry..

A Broken Soul

When all light is dark and sky is grey
I fear that you’ll rather not stay
ripped from my chest, a heart so worn
alive in me a soul so torn

This is some endless night
dark clouds, no moon
deep unknown pits
which bear my doom
that sacred darkness, controlled by pain
disguised by hate, unknown by name

*A secret blanket which holds me tight, I no longer feel what’s wrong or right*

So, away to the night
when all light is dark, to the twilight of dawn
the sun littlest spark
to the arms of the heavens, my last place to turn
Pain love and lessons, I’ll conquer and learn

I’ll draw up my chin
take back my heart
learn where we stopped, find where I start
check out the living before I am dead
and (not) think of the reasons why to some
I am led.


Azriela

Okie . . .

*huggles*

i you . . .heh heh

by the way a broken soul was awesome.. i love how you used the theme.. and i luv you too

Thank you, unfortunately most of my poetry is "dark" or just emotionally corrupt in terms of love nad betrayal.

I'm trying to write happier stuff though.

I have a question . . for those few who actually come here. What happens when you best isn't enough? What do you do then? How do you face yourself in the mirror?

how so can your best never be enough? in my experience, this only comes from people's unwarranted expectations, and dissatisfaction with what is...you best is all you can do

And what are your thoughts on the poem that I've posted????

they are very awesome..your words touch me so deeply in many ways...
sometimes I have to take a break and remember to breath while reading them

Wow . . . I don't think I'm that good, and that's honestly how I feel about your work.

P.S. Don't forget how to breathe you do wonders for my self esteem.

oh its ok...you also allow me to breath when you presence enters me...
with every breath I feel you..inside

Hmmmm . . . :huggles because she is speechless:

wow...so very awesome

Stop the lies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lies....
what is it that is a lie?