I am everything to those around me,
but nothing to my self.
I am the hope in the hearts of many,
but the solitude that only I can feel.
Though I am welcome my most,
I am a stranger in my own world.

first day first reply. i have now seen your first posted poem and i would like to say welcome. i would also like to state the poem was excellent. very well written. keep posting because i will be back.

the poem had a lot of strong emotion of how you see yourself. in your world, things must have gone wrong or bad, yet others who may not understand just allow themselves to not worry and are very friendly. torment from your mental status can cause you anguish, as i used to be in the same place. i understand the poem all too well. great work

"The Shadows of my Life"


I sit in the darkness of my own world,
I see no faces, no smiles,
but the shadows of those who have come and gone.

My mind erases the emotions, the attachments,
Yet I know they will always be there.
The haunting past of my life,
The empty feelings in my soul,
The missing pieces I can never find again,

These are the shadows of my life that haunt me,
yet, they are the comfort of the life I live
as I dwell in the darkness of the world I build.

i like your work so far.. keep this up adn onthers will come

destin4darkness

PS welcome to the thred

Kreep_Darksilver welcome to Vampires.com and Dark Whispers. Nice to see you posting your work on the first day in.

Your writing is sweet and forthcoming. It carries with it a very honest tune.

I can feel what you are saying.... I hope you keep writing and post more soon.



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The blanket of darkness sourrounds me,
as would a mother with a newborn child.
I fear many things,
but what I cannot see does not bother me.

I listen to the cries of the fallen,
and to those who search for my true identity.
Yet I stay in the blanket of darkness,
and welcome it's warm embrace.

It shelters my fears
and protects my dreams,
yet makes no restrictions
to how many I create.

Then the fear returns, as darkness fades,
as my eyes open to the light,
and the darkness of my mind is no more.

That last poem is a beautiful oxymoron. Good job!

your poems are filled with such emotion.. yet their basic subject is the suppression of those very emotion.. i really like your work.. you mix dark imagery with the twisted musings of your mind to put forth the very image that you hate.. i love it

-_- sasha sasha sasha...supress is MY WORD!

lol i could use supress in a poem more times than you could use it in a year. :devilflip:

Good works and welcome. I hope to see more of your writings.

Be of glad heart, for I seldom post in other's threads on this room of the forum.

I lay in solitude,
my mind screaming to be set free.
I fear it having such freedom,
it's darkness wanting to spread.

My mind begs to be free,
to be let loose among those around me.
Such freedom would frighten them,
such freedom would worry them.

I've seen the inner most thoughts of my mind,
as it tries to reason with me.
Such freedom I cannot give,
noone would understand.

As if my own thoughts were written down, Will be watching this thread waiting for more, pls

In the light of day,
I am a shell of what others think,
I've never seen myself,
not sure if I'd recognize me,
if given a chance to look.

Thoughts of others mold my world,
for how can I build,
what I cannot see alone?
My body holds a soul,
that blends with its surroundings,
a chameleon of persona.

My aura has no individuality,
how can it when I dont know what I am?
I am but a dream,
of many things.

I want for substance,
something of me to hold,
yet my world is empty of anything of mine,
and holds the realities of others.

I scream in silence,
hoping something will give way,
a wall of stubborness,
as I am a stranger to myself.

Once again poetry in motion.

Fear is my attacker in every setting,
yet can be my greatest ally.
Fear is unbiased,
yet picks mostly on the weak.

I've sat with fear,
even slept with it.
I can understand it,
however I never see it coming.

Fear talks to me,
tells me to beware.
I am what fear loves,
for I am it's constant companion.

I hide from myself,
in the corner of my mind,
where thoughts of greatness are diluded,
and individuality is unheard of.

Being alone has no comfort,
but even in crowded rooms,
solitude seems inevitable.

This corner is my refuge,
my home away from home.
I look for no changes,
just that consistancy.

To share this corner,
would be to lose me,
So I hide it from all,
including what I have become.

I wanted to say thank you for your compliments on my poetry. Alot of it is based on what I've gone through throughout my life, and there are a few that are just my views on society and how I fit in.

I'll try to put more in as I go.

My life is but a shadow hidden from those that would classify me. I wish not to be known and seen only for what I allow you to see

There is no classification for you dear one. Who are you trying to protect by starving the eyes of your true image, others or yourself?

There is always a classification from those who cannot see past appearances. I've lived through alot of classifications, and have gotten lost among them all. Now I just look for myself among it all. I look for what is real and not some fictional assumption.

(A little off my normal path, something I just wanted to put out there)


I've seen the eyes of truth,
heard the soft voice of honesty,
and felt the soft touch of reality.

Staring out at the stars,
I feel myself relaxed and comforted,
knowing I have found something real.

My hearts beats in rhythm,
to the fumbling thoughts of my mind,
as I open myself and allow reality in.

She is intoxicating,
moving to the soul,
yet shows me the path I have missed many times.

My Reality has shown me
more in a short time,
than I have experienced in my life.

Reality smiles softly,
lips inviting and mesmorizing,
as I open my mind to Reality,
and she shos me who I am.

This reality you speak of must have been quiet an eye opening experience. Do you care to enlighten us as to what happened since your last poem?

i like your last poem.. we all get a taste of that some time in our lives..

and in showing us your poetry.. you are giving us the key to your mind and heart.. all we have to do is find the right door <3

I wish I could elaborate, but some things I don't openly discuss right away.

You are a wonderful writer..So easy to realate to.
Your words touch the heart.
I hope to see more soon.

Peace,
Angel In Mourning...

The heart is a confusing thing,
yearning for a touch,
yet pushing away those
who would come close.

Like am immature child,
not knowing what it wants,
it ponders the possibilities,
and still yet it refuses to cooperate.

My mind grows frustrated,
not wanting to make a decision
without the hearts consent.

A family of confusion,
living in the body of one person.
Heart and mind cannot compromise,
a dysfunctional family I am.

I see many things in your writing, such emotion. The confusion of the first few. The one you wrote before your last revealed a glimmer of happiness perhaps hope for something you fear yet hunger for. The last is the most revealing of the struggle that you are battling from within. I can see that you are a very complex person. I would be interested in hearing more of your minds inter workings. I know that you said wrote you don't discuss things openly. If you feel like talking to someone please email me at yahoo, the ID is still the same,or you can catch me on yahoo messenger. Please do not stop expressing yourself in writing. I look forward to seeing more.

I feel the war raging,
swords drawn,
blood spilled,
and my heart beats with the rhythm of the fighting,
creating it's own war song.

Mind vs Soul, Emotion vs Reason
a neverending war
with everlasting casualties.

I hold the voice of reason,
yet I know not how to speak,
I scream in silence
for it to end,
for I yearn for some sense of direction.

I cannot choose,
I am forbidden,
yet I need the struggle to end,
as I am lost in this eternal battle.

I beg for strength yet understanding,
peace of mind,
and an untortured soul,
however I find my emotions caged,
and reason fading.

Darkness hold me,
for nothing else will in this war.

your last poem was flawless.. showing with flowing wonder the endless chaos that exists within one's mind.. and the struggle of emotions within the heart.. intertwined they are.. yet torn so far apart..

<I RETURN>


I stand again,
an individual alone yet surrounded.
Starting over, feeling lost.


I've given my heart and soul,
but have lost touch,
with what was me.

Now standing again,
I found myself.
Strength renewed, heart reborn.
My soul stretches from a slumber
of being ignored and shelved.

I refuse to allow it anymore,
I am renewed,
my mind yearns for my true self,
cries for the attention is once held from my heart.

I am standing, alone
yet with promise.
I won't allow the shadows,
to overtake this life.

For I return renewed.
my heart is my sword,
my mind my shield.
I go forth as a gladiator,
the shadows the masked predators.

Your last two poems were very intense.
I like the style in which you write.
Great work.

Peace,
Mourning...

i wish i could find the strength in myself that is so wonderfully laced in every word of your latest poem.. you did a great job..

Your words are flattering. I thank you for such praise.

This is a wonderful poem. I wonder if a lot of people, especially younger people, go through this very thing. I know I did and was only able to get through it with a wonderful person to help me figure out who I really was and what I wanted.



Funny thing fear.



This is a lovely little poem. I loved all of your work and I hope to see more from you soon. ^_^

My eyes find themselves
watching you and enjoying
the vision you give them

You are my joy,
my happiness and strength.
Your arms wrap me up
and hold off the the shadows
that once held me.

I am found, stronger,
better with your praise.
My mind focused,
my heart overjoyed
with what I have been given.

That is lovely and sweet. ^_^

I am the hunted,
strange how it feels,
with what power I have known.

I am the prey,
using the shadows that I once feared,
as my companion.

I am the prize,
to be mounted on someone's wall,
so I run.

I hide from all,
to protect myself from hunter,
darkness is my friend.

My legs tire,
my heart pounds from the excitement,
I fear the hunter,
yet the chase excites me.

I will forever run,
for that is my way of knowing,
I will be safe.

Great work! I reall like this line "using the shadows that I once feared,
as my companion". That is brilliant. Keep up the good work. ^_^

I like your work, you are talented like a lot of others here, i hope i can also show talent and skill here.

keep up the writing

Gareque

I am a prisoner
of my own demons.
Haunted daily by what I say,
victim of sleepless nights.

My soul chained by the past,
my heart held by the arms
of my demons.

I am, for all to see
a prisoner of my own demise.

Still loving it! Keep up the good work!

you write such dark poetry that strikes deep within the hearts and minds of your readers.. amazing talent as always..

I have returned,
surrounded by the fog
created by the confusion of my mind.

I am forever lost,
in the eyes of my demons,
created by the darkness of my heart.

I long to be freed,
to be allowed to live clearly,
loved unconditionally
held passionately,
but all I have is the shadows of my soul.

I hold back,
from the arms of those,
who would just have me fill the void
they call their life.

I want to feel the passion,
the soft touch of sincerity,
the smile of fondness,
I refuse to sit in the emptiness of another,
for I have my own darkness to overthrow.

~How Do I Tell Her~


What words can I speak,
to show my hearts true vision
of what she is to me.

What things can I do,
to show the weakness in my mind
at her very touch.

I am lost without her,
her eyes full of passion,
yet the soul of a fighter.

I am but a rogue,
I am what others wish me to be,
yet she sees only me.

How do I tell her,
my heart is hers,
for the taking.

Everyday I see her,
the words area puzzle
that I cannot piece together.

I am left without a voice
as she walks away
and I am once again the rogue,
and what others wish me to be.

how do i tell her - sometimes it seems that we cannot convey the extreme emotions that exist within our hearts.. no words can truly express how we feel.. yet we still try to describe such things in our poems each day.. and you have excelled remarkably at giving life to what is usually held hidden within..

As I sat and looked upon the night sky,
I saw my past
and dreamed of my future

I was a young boy,
holding the hand
of what I was to become.

I had fear in my eyes as a child,
but promise in my heart.
I was comforted by the future
yet held back by the present.

Maybe I am the dream,
I could only wish
I am what they thought I should be,
and have further to go to join them.

They smile back in my mind,
waving as if they knew,
I am the present,
and they wait for me to join them.

My hand holds a midas touch,
yet not of gold,
nor of fortune,
but of confusion.

I confuse those around me,
to keep myself hidden.
I allow to be seen only
that which I wish to be known.

My life is a secret,
even to myself.
For why should I know me,
when I have noone to share that with?

I've been alone so long,
to know happiness
would confuse even me,
even though I wish for it.

I know I do not respond often to replies to my writing, but I just wanted to say thank you for all of the replies so far.

Now to open things up a bit....

I am blinded by my heart,
and cannot handle what cards fate deals.
Set free by my own decisions,
yet trapped still by my morales.

I wish no longer to struggle
with the ideals I have instilled in myself,
but I long for more,
I wander for more....

I cannot hold back any longer,
for my heart tires of walking behind my mind,
it wants the fires of passion,
and will settle for no less.

That void has been there for so long,
and my heart has fought past my mind.
I am no longer wanting a voice of reason,
but the tender touch of emotion.

I will not settle,
nor will I just give in,
My heart will not allow it anymore,
for I have been without for too long.

I have often walked alone,
and enjoyed the sound of silence.
Things change however,
and now I enjoy the whisper
of your voice in the morning.

I've always wondered alone,
what joy I might find.
Fate has surprised me,
with a joy that has found me.

I have often sat alone,
and dreamed of living free.
and there you were,
standing next to me after awhile,
my dream of dreams.

I am free, to live and to love.
and yet, I find myself in your arms again,
for where else would I rather be,
but with the dream that created me.

Once upon a time,
those words we hear as children,
to bring forth the fairy tale,
we strive to live
as we grow older.

I cannot understand it,
the fascination of such lives,
why wish for more,
when we can't handle
what some have now.

I've grown weary,
of the hipocracy,
the placation that we call life.
I'd prefer my own path,
not one prebuilt by what others measure me by.

I may not know,
my own self worth at this time,
but I shall, and will do it on my own,
not by someone else's timetable,
or by anothers demands.

If I stand, let it be by my doing,
not by the crutch soceity thinks I need,
if I talk, it should be my words,
not some script
that others feel fits society's little world.

I can make my choices,
let me make them,
and I will deal with the mistakes I make,
for they are mine, not someone elses.
Let me live...my way, my style.
because I am the one that has to live it.