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Hello to all vampires and dark kin alike ,
you never heard of me before because this is my first post . For all who may wish to know I am Ice_TomB son of the Divine Grace born under the human tirant and fallen from my place of power and heritage , outcast and reppeled .Lost in the web of destiny I find beauty where noone dares look upon it .I am from Romania , the home of Vlad_the_Impaler known to you as Dracula and I live somewhat south of Transilvania where the legend , I believe , still resides under or within the cold and empty halls of his castle Bran .
And here is my poem so you can catch a glimpse of the mask that I wear behind the mask :

Guardian of the Tomb

I lay out my face
For all you to see
Here is my figure
Gaze upon me

The demon that holds
The Crypt made of ice
Where innocence grows
For the world to suffice

Whom shall ever defile
This most sacred place
May he suffer and die
And fall from His Grace

The Angel who sings
With the scythe in his hand
And reaches his wings
His Lord to embrace

He's halo's a shard
Of a broken ice crown
Witness of faith
That has long since drowned

No smile on his face
Has ever been seen
By demon alike
Or angelic being

Here is my Sion
And on the time of His birth
The skies cry out thunder
And remind me my oath

Brother to Brother
I scream in the night
The Alliance is broken
The time is to fight

True to my word
I hold to the end
In my hand my sword
In my soul my faith

The Hilden they try
To leech on my soul
But they burn by my blade
And their bodies are coal

The head that would bow
The sword would not cut
But sclave to humility
My body would rot

My head does not bow
For the chain to embrace
For my Lord never turns
From me his face

I gaze with flame
Into obsidian eyes
And battle the demon
That shatters the skies

Beneath my fall
Would come brimstone and ash
But I fear not my foe
And his body I smash

And smite with my shield
And the blade that I weild
And "Slay him" I shout
And reap out his heart

Fulfilled is my oath
The vow that I've sworn
And I lean to my sword
As I turn to stone

Redemption i cry
For the pain of my fist
But my body is lost
And forgot in the mist

oh yeah i also have a message for Inconnu : you wrote a story and a poem once about a grl that killed herself terry lee smth and i loved it ever so much that I almoust cried , it really thouched me , but I can't find the post anymore and I was wondering if you don't mind , if you could post it here again so I can read it again and save it somewhere because i really like it ...Thanx ....
Well i can't write anymore now but tell me what you think pwease .......

I think your words are beautiful, but you could use a bit of work on putting them together...keep them poems coming!*wink*

~Jenny~

Welcome to the Forum of Vampires :)
Its is a pleasure and a privelage to cordelly welcome you *bows*
Your poem..was by far great.
Yes it seemed uneasy here and there but the message was lovely..reminded me much of gargoyles and the story of Dracula somhow..
Anywho.
Welcome once again, cant wait to read more of your work :)
Mercy

^everything I tried to say and more^ :lol:

*throws a marshmallow outta nowhere* :P

I'd like to thank everybody for their posts : Thanx ya'll ! :imu: and thanx for the welcome !
I don't know how many of you saw that movie Vidoq about a detective that stalks a villain that can steel people's youth using his mask forged with the power and knoledge of alchemy .
The story is somewhat like Sherlock Holmes and the detective Fracois Vidoq really impersonates a similar character not to mention the villain who is cunning like James Moriarty and poses as his assistant to observe his every lead ; Vidoq has to stage his own death in order to stalk him . Anyway this poem is about smth like that and if you haven't seen the movie than you should 'cause it's really good .

The Mask Of The Grimm Scarlett


i wake up entombed
within my pains and my fears
why should i be doomed
to cry no more tears

i am so old
i've forgotten how long
it's been since i had
a friend near to hold

bahh...away with these thoughts
the long night awaits
the lab and it's plots
are mine to embrace

my sanity's lost
i'm out of my mind
within retorts and tubes
it's distilled and refined

the air is cold
the silence is thick
i sweat and i lean
unto my stick

my strenght shivers away
it must be renewed
it must be today
that my mask is imbued

the blood of the virgin
drops unto my lips
as i feel her face
on my finger tips

look into my mask
and forever more sleep
you've fulfilled your task
you poor lost sheep

her revenous soul
burns inside my veins
the youth that i stole
now heals all my pains

but wait , my assasin
i can feel him , he's near
i must go now and greet him
but i can't feel his fear

i turn around
and a sword cleaves my chest
the morning bell's sound
announces my rest

you think i deserved it ?
the price is not fair
you might never know
but then you don't care

kisses to all :horse: :vampire: , *wink* right bach at ya Jenny

very nice :)

well thanx a whole bunch Mercy it's nice to know people like my poems , and i'm only a newcommer :P :P :P but i guess it doesn't matter. Say didn't you guys use to have an online chat room or smth like that ?
If sa do you still have it?
lots'a smiles around the room *gigles at the gargoyle* you'll never betray my secret will you?

The executioner

"Treason" they said
At your trial so sad
"Off to the dungeon" and
"Off with his head"

The crowds they laughed
And threw stones and they teased
But you would endure
Uneasy , unpleased

There he awaits
With his big , heavy axe
And hood over his face
What a hideous task

He looks at your face
He sighs at his sin
And lowers his axe
Twards the ghilotine

His rough hand grabs your arm
As he helps you climb up
He wishes no harm
But he can't neither stop

A turn of the crane
A twist of the chain
And a slash of the blade
To cease all the pain

You looked in his eyes
As they exiled a tear
That droped to the ground
You could feel his fear

He killed lots of men
With his heavy great axe
But noone can blame him
It was just his task

As your head drops down
Into the basket of shame
You rize your and forgive him
For he's not to blame

You pick up your head
From the basket of straw
And reach out you hand
For a knife brought by a crow

You look at the judge
And aim for his heart
As you throw the cleaver
That prooves fatal dart

You drop down your head
And your body drops dead
And leave silence around you
Through the people you dread

The big man , the slayer
Whispered a prayer
And everyone knelt
At the justice done to the unjust

The crow lookes upon them
A feather drops from his wings
As he takes off away
From the heretic things

Twilight falls down
As the city consents
For the slayer the judge
For the mercy he grants

:imu: well , someone say smth , i can't stand the silence *cleaves his chest like Jona escaping the Leviathan* -
nope nothing there ,
wuz hoping to find my soul and set it free
but it seems it's escaped
a long time from me
*plays with the knife inside the wound* - o looky my heart has stoped too :imu:

There are a lot of Inconnu's hun you have to be more specific..



wow, amazing imagery here hun and quite lovely to behold..



this part almost describes the whole poem in a single stanza... it makes your heart beat faster at the very thought.. wonderful job hun

all in all i cannot wait to see what else you have in store for us

gee thanx for all the nice thingz you said i'm really glad my poetry has an audiance , and i wuz kind of shy before about posting it because all the other vampirez' stuff is all so great so i kinda' stood in the shadows for about 5 monts before i decided to post ... :imu:
Gawd i wish i could remember which Inconnu it wuz but i don't *pushes the acupuncture needles under his nails and into his forehead* i freakin' forgot because i have a brain disorder , not very serious but none the less it affects my memory , but i do remember that the grl's name wuz Terry Lee Hawkins i think
and she wuz beaten by some who were envious because she wuz a smart grl and when she got home she took an apple and after slicing it she cut her wrists . Her parents denied the suicide and said that it wuz an accident , that she cut herself while trying to slice the apple ...
That's about as much as i remember , maibe you know smth about it ?... You're an Inconnu too ...
P.S.
Thanx for calling me hun *blushes and sinks deeper into the quicksand*

I'd like to tell you all what happened to me last night because it keeps poping back into my mind for some unknown reason . Last night I went to a local disco called The Arena and I got involved in a fight (no big deal it's not the first time i'm involved in a fight there) , but this wasn't a usual fight , no , it was different . I'm not a very big masive man i'm actually quite slim but my bones are very massive and condenssed , my muscles are not very swolen but you can see the fibres latching on to the bone and my skin is pale and dry , I'm 5 feet tall (1 meter 75) and about 70 kilos of weight . I usualy don't get emotionaly involved in a fight but this time it was different . This guy that started it insulted my friend ,Sylvia, and as I was talkin' to her he came up to my table grabed my glass of gin and broke it against the table but before he had a chance to put it to my neck I broke a bottle of wine on his head and knocked him unconscieus . Before I had a chance to realize what had happened I was picked up by one of his friends a massive fellow with a broad chest and the constitution of a boxer or a wrestler , he sqeezed in his muscular arms as my friends got up and took out their tools (one of them had a nunchack another had a pair of wristchains with cap blades , another had a baseball batt stashed away in his hoodie that he left at the dresser and the last one had a pair of butterfly knives , I was unnarmed that night as I wasn't expecting any action) . The other guys jumped into action as well as i threw two heavy punches at my captor's face the sound of my knucles against his jawbone was like the sound of two crashing logs but not very effective as it didn't hurt him too much , it just pissed him off and made him squeeze me tighter . At that point I felt all the blood roushing trough my veins turn into rage , my knee went into his chest and for a moment he had no air and had to let go ; I jumped unto the table and swong right bach at him throwing a combo of punches at his face and ribs , as he came back with his fists but they were easy to evade as i was very agile . One of my friends having done away with his adversary came and clobbered him with the bat over the back of his head ; he looked back as another blow came at his face , this time so powerfull that it knocked him over the table and before he came to i jumped on his chest and hit his face with my fist so hard that i felt my bones pushing against each other so hard that i sprained my wrist ; he went out and we quicly threw the other two to the ground before ... nevermind i'm outta time so i'll finish it later

aaah i remember that poem too.. if you give me a moment i believe i printed it out..

sounds like an interesting fight..

unfortunately i didn't print out the story and i cannot seem to find it.. any of the threads it could have been on are now gone.. i hope the writer comes across your poems and reads that so that we may both find it..

thanx but anyway the fight wasn't the point it was about the rage that i didn't seem to control completely , actually it felt more like it wuz controlling me and i wrote a poem about that and that's what i wanted to write (guess i got lost in the details) .

The Puppetmaster

who are you
you invisible thing
that guides my hands
with invisible string

where are you , you sin
you shadow , you seeker
that sinks into my skin
deeper and deeper

you are my rage ,
fury and anger
driving my claws
into flesh like a dagger

pulling the chains
that run through my veins
into my brain
feeding the pain

you make me so weak
but now i found out
the chains carry through you
right into your heart

that's why when you pull
i listen to you
but now i'm aware
and as i say you will do

from now on you serve me
and give me my strenght
and i will own you
my master , my sclave

well , thanx for lookin up that story for me anyway your a sweety :imu:

IF...

if the world was an ocean
nobody would ever drown
if the world was rich
we'd all be wearing a crown
if the blind could see
the world they would find
they'd cry and they'd wish
to go back to blind
crashing down
with an infernal sound
how fare i am fit
in the color of the ground
if the eyes in the drawer
would stop watching one sec
i'd have enough time
to sever my neck
if the skeletons in my closet
weren't my sins
then i'd be crying
some other man's tears
if nightmares were dreams
i'd sleep for a while
or maybe forever
and maybe i'd smile
if screams were silent
i could hear my own voice
if guilt wa redemption
i would have a choice
if oceans were blood
the earth would be red
if the world was a better place
then i would be dead...

*smiles as he sets off to make the world a better place*

puppetmaster - i loved this.. you used such intense emotion to show enslavement and the anger as you take back control.. also you danced around with your rhymes.. they seem to make all your poems unique from those of other writers..

IF - HOLY SHIT!!! .... can i print this out? i swear on my life that this is the best poem i have ever read.. the imagery.. the analogies.. but in the end it is the philosophy and the great emotion behind every word.. it speaks to my soul.. and it tells of such a terrible truth that i cannot help but listen...

oh my gawd thanx , of course you can print it , i'm glad you enjoyed it as much as i felt it when i was writting it ...
i'm lost for words , thax !

no the thanks are mine... that poem was honestly amazing and i am glad you shared it with us.. i've never seen something that made me feel so deeply..

the very best part is the ending -

HI. Wow, your poetry is very good. I look forward to hearing more of it.

~Amaya~

well , while i stand on the edge trying to resurect my broken wings it seems all inspiration has left me , my muse has abandoned me so here are my thoughts to you my beautiful pale light that shines no more
i engrave on your grave
with a razor sharp glaive
words of creation
to my dead inspiration

should you wish to return my lost beauty , you should treat me better ...

well i hope that you can find inspiration once again.. i usually try to find it in the world around me and how i am feeling at the time.. don't stress it though *hugs*

today i'm feeling so fucking sad , i never knew i could feel so bad , everyone loves me , my beautiful face , but my soul is chocked and carved by a thousand sharpened rusty blades , seeing the end in the beholder's eye , i can bearly hold myself not to cry ... so here is my poem even though i have some trouble expressing myself (don't judge me too harsh i am after all too high , floating around in the abiss of my own mind so it's not easy for me to write in this state):

The voice within


the voice in my dreams loves me no more
now it sings the screams that arouse my sorrow
show me the way once more , don't let go
take me to the place with the light white as snow
entangled hearts , i remember my love
hurt me , i need it , don't sacrfice the dove
the herald , my crest , now broken in shards
remember the time that inspired the bards
long gone is that time , pray it's not too late
to ressurect feelings forgotten to hate
i love love you again as never i did
hope you can forgive me this horrible deed
mother , i'm sorry , never ment to hurt you this way
daddy i'm sorry , is it too late to go outside and play
toghether again like we used to once ?
the cold pawns on the table have started to dance
and now the pieces stand frozen covered in blood
black was loosing anyway , the white queen cries and the bishop thinks he's god
the violins join in the anguished song
violated within , everything's wrong
i try to speak but my voice does not listen i'm gone
so many voices around me , but i can only hear one
a sound escapes my throat with a chocke
the message too weak and covered in smoke
and swept like a wind , like a feverish breeze
i'm sorry , i'm sorry , forgive me , please!!!!!!!!!!!!

it's been a while since i felt like this ... sorry , i can't continue , see you in happier times without narcotics

2 white nights and a funeral since my last post ; a few nights ago while i was getting stoned a friend of mine was getting killed ... what can i say the news shocked me ... as if i didn't feel bad enough as it was ... well sufficient to say the news didn't come at the best possible time ... come to think about it what is the best time for news like that ... reality is now distorted and amalgamous all around me ... anyway here is a poem in rememberance of my dear friend Anthony aka Capkaunu' (Ogre)

Closed Casket

Tainted October so placid and calm
Finds leaves falling upon freshly dug ground
Silence surrounds the grave made of stone
And marble memorial on top of the throne

White man in hooded cloak stands by the ground
Engulfed in his sorrow , he knows noone around
Hears the bells in the tower that echo throughout
Still waters run peaceful and deeper than doubt

"and as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil for Thou are with me "
And this Psalm coveres the lips of the priest
As a gag sealed the lips of this man evermore
I guess they were thinking "we got rid the beast"
When they shot his lights out with the 25-th hole

I wonder how they could hate him so much
He wasn't really that bad a man
His overgrown hands had a clement touch
I guess time ran out on his silver pocket watch

He ruled by his fists , so sad to die by a gun
And once you're a hero i guess you'll always be one
And he used to tell me "hold the ones you love near
And when they are gone don't drop a tear "

White man in hooded cloak lookes up at the sky
No tears can be found in his dry , darkened eye
Lights a candle as he whispers a prayer
I guess life can't always be fair

Living in your circle enclutching so tight
Your luck precedes you before your might
And though I love you , in my world so old
I can't help to remain immortal and cold

Such was foretold and such is my fate
To find out who I love just a little too late
Feed me this poison and sacrifice me to Kali
Resent me and call me the catevary

White man in hooded cloak looks down at the ground
His "Argo of feelings" is broken and drowned
Fire and ice he begins to embrace
Emerging upon his candle-like face

Closed casket don't show the angel inside
Keep the chill of his eyes from the rest of the world
White velvet that coveres his face to hide
A meaningless truth that was never told

White man looks away from the ivory-white stone
Sitting silent upon the eternal throne
And thinks of the fate sealed forever like this
Drops a white rose and sighs "Rest In Peace"

It took 25 bullets and a stab in the chest so I can't imagine it , but i wouldn't want to ... bye Ogre ... see you in Heaven ...

hey , why doesn't any one say anything , it's so quiet that..... oh no here it comes again .... i got tinnitus ..... i can hear them ....i can hear them .... can you hear them ?.... it's ... the ... Beeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzz .....arghhhhh.....
someone please say smth *eyes gouge out* and then *passez out*

~self proclaimed whackjob~

I never kept a diary before , because i'm too lazy to update it every day but if i were to keep one here's what i'd write

dear diary ,
i know most ppl tresure diaries and write all the beautifull stuff that fills their soul inside them , but since my soul is dark and lifeless , i can't promise you the same so shape up , you're in diary boot camp now !!!!!!!!!
sit up straight and don't rinkle your pages because i have worst thingz in mind for you ... mwahahahahaha ... attenssssssion!!!!!!!during our time toghether i will :
-start sentences and paragraphs without capital letters
-disrespect the laws of sign usage in vigor
-scribble , cut , burn , bleed , cry , sneeze and puke on , fold , rip and otherwise damage your pretios pages (don't cry about it!!!!)
-dry ganja , cannabis , marijuna and other narcotic hibrid leafs between your pages , oh yeah you're gonna smell sweet like old spice or mmmm .... tea and tobbaco
-use the page where i wrote about my mum to blow cocaine (you're better off with baby jenks or even laura palmer) *tear*
-write shitty and desperate fantasies on the corners of your covers and take god's name in vane several times
-write heresies and otherwise defile the ten commendments
-destroy your every hope you might have that the world is a nice place
-and just about anything else i can think of ...
that's right i am your mother , father , doctor , priest and god
you have the right :
-to remain silent and obidiently heed all my wishes
-be hidden when i'm pissed in order to survive but be around when i'm horny cause you know i'm an autist , i will humiiate you in the worst fashion imaginable by any being in the universe and beyond
-not comment and not ask where i'm going at 5 o'clock in the morning (you wish i was going for my 5 o'clock tea), or why my room's a mess 366 days in a year and why i never see the sun cause i don't walk the day ...
-be a bible for the horrors of one man's mind
-forget the fact that i was never nice to you just like my dad was never nice to me and love me for my pale grey eyes like hope locked inside pandora's box ...
-forget all and remember only my dreams caged inside obsidian ashes...
-and if you can die over and again for my sins and respawn like the phoenix from your own ashes
that's it for now ... breathe but not too hard ... don't chocke ... next time we begin chapter one .......................

writting now my math hour thoughts ... math is beautiful as are all things you tend to understand but can't quite protrude . this abstract logicon the blackboard has the tendency to shine as the symbols seem to be written in gold and lost in darkness , so far away ... i'd only wish to touch them , but i'm afraid that if i do , their magic their magic would wither away like a rose's petals swept away ly the dry desert wind ... ahhh ... what a beautiful picture the hand of the teacher seems to piece toghether ... the chalk is like a spear in the hand of a god and endless in it's quest to give reason to the darkness on the square shaped canvass . awareness penetrates my synaps just by being in the presence of the very same thing that gave reason to archimedes , inspired pytagora , obsessed thales and drove einstein mad . the bleak lights of the neons fill the 3 dimensions of this vectorial space and silence accumulates alongside the fourth - time . the people in the class seem statues and i am the only one who can brake the monotony of black and white . come with me into my vision , lay your head back and just try to imagine ...
white sloapes and empiric rithm
measures of hope within simplex lirical algorithm
statues surrounding the bling of knoledge
wonder who really wants to go to college but
within a simple existence lies a dangerous mind
sit back at home , try to unwind
if you motivate yourself by watching tv
your mind will close and your eyes will not see
if you're so ignorant and full of neglect
how will you be able to demand respect
Ice_TomB and padre Pedro gonna wise you up
with a gentle tap to the temple with the hammer of wisedome
and a brainstorm of reason encased within a violent rap
trap the monsters that the sleep of your ration created
find out why everywhere you go you are always hated
try to decide not to criticise
and speak a sentence precise
when you open your mouth
and the words come out
without logic and untrue
and let Deceneu explain it to you
....................
to be continued ... ( we gotta go , sunday morning mass is almoust over )

Deceneu is back to grab the broken mic
burning with desire and frozen in fire
why are your thoughts lost in obssesions
ambitions over which you no longer hold possesion
the question raised is dazed and hazed
in a lingering moment of perpetual haste
your lust aroused once you had a taste
and you can't let go , too bad , such a waste
tell me if you fear your anger
broken by a sharpened spear or dagger
eager to escape the sword you break your word
and bow your head to the chain
instead of saving honor you accept the shame
going insane with each hour you wait
thinking each time it's too late to accept your fate
eight lash comes with hate and leaves a scar on your face
now it's really too late to contemplate grace
the space around you is just too wide
your alone and just looking in my eye
you try to hide the fire in yours
but you see my shine and you think it burns
but it's frozen and cold compared to yours
seeing if you have so much why loose it
piece by piece and touch by touch
instead of emprooving it all in one march
too large to be withstood even by magic
cause seeing all this to me just prooves tragic
so i'm just waiting for you to defy my logic
while i pass the mic to Pedro ...
...............................

Pedro ego sum ergo credo que la via de'l magia
impetigo la tristessa de l'abla a Racla Glacia
gracia a'l iure que te basta a de'l semtimente nobile
a fortuna de vittoria , laure de gloria
sortis de'l fillio di Saturnis , conditor da urbis
alba mira rasta , et vocea de lira casta
la claves de'l sophiae de la riga elda fasta
antiqua magiae roso verde et azur
alba et obsida quo la richksha ampresur
izvor de honore est la calcia de'l brasso
amari de la salcia et fortza de fiara passo
tonno maea vocea cu tundera reverbera
raspicare rocca de gibraltar sacrificcio per altar
qa la barda di mahon et pilon marmorea
glava a de silex et taish de sillica
cuore que pulsa sangre de catevari
resta a cassa sexta demoni imaginare
garda sarrafani sancti angeli perdutti
et la retro tor di Pedro ressizta e lukya a tutti !

... and don't forget it !

well it's so silent in here just like a real tomb , i'm beginning to wonder if you are all lost for words or if nobody reads this topic anymore ... hmm aww well next poem ...

My Heart Beats

my heart's not alive nor is it dead
it's as soft as a feather but heavy as led
my heart's not asleep nor is it awake
my heart beats like thunder but it will never brake
my heart beats empty like a gap
my heart beats sudden like a trap
my heart beats softly like a whisper
my heart's unreal like the ether
my heart lingers like a lie
on the lips of a vigin it will never die
my heart so seeks and wishes rest
why wish to cleave it from my chest
my heart's so sad and beats dispare
my heart's become so self aware
that it keeps me away from it's prison of stone
my heart just wishes to be left alone
it falls beneath the webs of time
and weaves them to wings so i can fly
over the snow but i can't go
because i know i always cry
and keep the tears inside my chest
in a special casket where my heart used to rest
in a secret place deprived of heat
a forgotten tomb where my heart used to beat

Never Today

here i stand with a candle and rip
out the pagesof a diary i never bothered to keep
inside and out i feel so alone
my hands and my feet are turning to stone
in the morning i watch te sun rize and tear
the chapter i wrote last night unaware
and i place it back pleased on the shelf
but the wretched thing has begun to write it's own self
and the pages burn softly impaled in the spears
of wax and extinguished by salty tears
and drops of blood full of venom
Oh God !!
and if it is so than why can't i cry
i guess it's an omen i can no longer deny
i spaek to myself , a tragic Godot
and shiver then stand so silent and still
i think that i want someone to kill
and the news comes back that someone has died
i'm sorry , it's too late , but at least i tried
smoking the ashes of this memory gone
i stand where i was 'cause i don't wanna run
and you wonder what was going through his head
i'll tell you , it was released from a gun
and now he is lying on the floor cold and dead
embraced by the thorns of his placid white roses
that he fed with his tears after too many doses
poor kid makes me wonder if this will suffice
or will there be call for one more sacrafice
eyes of ice stare back from the walls of jade
green shade bearing scythe and obsidian blade
and then will anyone remember his name ?
well now that wasn't actually really his aim
looks like he pulled it off cause noone could guess
his secret the reason for his death
well , i did , but i'll keep it to myself
hmm , i watch my thought as it withers away
don't worry tommara's another day

selfish fractures of an altruist ego

one and the same , pain does not grieve
it fills the glass but it does not leave
thunder cries pale screams of courage and fear
looking for shelter in the eye of the seer
flowers moan in the balm of their scents
stars arch over forests protected by ents
evening's the tear lost by the gods
the sylver shade of evens and odds



hahahaha it's too late to try and break us apart now , we're figting !

you write very insightful

You are an incredibly talented writer. 3000 years ago you would be recording legends that would become Celtic gods or is that Norse. [COLOR=green][SIZE=7]

I like...give me more...

Hey Thankyes everyone didn't think someone actually read my shitty topic any more , and yes i think i would have been recordin' legends 3000 years ago ... i were't too bsy with my alchemy and witchcraft but thanx for the vote of confidence

Screaming out your name

Screaming out in your dark brown eyes
Your name lost forever in paradise
See it in the way looked
Back at me the day you took
My happiness away
On the other lane
And i was left only with pain
Screaming your name 'till i go insane
Forever reasting on my cane

Sycaephus

I am a devil born of lust
Look at me crawlin' through the dust
I am a demon born of love
Fed with the blood of an innocent dove
Off the wings of a crow
With wild eyes white as snow
A ravenous raven that would take me to Heaven
A blasphemous man
Trapped under this spell
Incite me to mercy
But grace does not spare it
And it maes me so thirsty
For I did not share it
And the waste inside me
Does fisure and crack
For so many decades
I no longer keep track
And my roots do hold me
From my palatine throne
That's why I keep climbing
This pillar of stone
And just as you told me
I follow my mark
So faithless and lonely
And lost in the dark

I enjoy your thread very much, and I like your style.

hey thanx , you know I was just reading your thread the other day , and I like your poems ... *spins the rings again* ... you know I like your style as well ... *smiles*

Tear this Threat


Tear this threat off the wall of regret
Tear it to pieces no shame in that
Stop hiding from yourself don't be a rat
So what if other people hate you , you can deal that

Runnin' down the stairs faster won't help ya after
You found da dreamcage and here comes the raptor
Better run it'll be more fun
And when he gets you can dry your gun !