The earth is frozen
Blanketed in death
mother nature withered
I weep for the dead

Wandering hopelessly
In my snow covered sorrow
my heart so sick
my body now hollow

In the winter, season of death
When the worlds grow too cold
my poor heart cries out
no happy touch my spirit holds

Sweet sad contrast
of snow and fresh blood
my last vision
as I lay bleeding in the forzen mud...

Another lain in the frozen earth.
Another shattered heart, sick with grief
Another pathetic fatal attempt
Another looking for reliefe

The snow falls around me
wrapped in a blanket of death
My blood feezing in my veins
My heart beat dulling, slowing my breath.

The dark stains in the pure snow
The gleaming bloody steel, laying in its frozen cradle
My tears streaming down a porcelain face
A story of a heartache so fatal.

Wake me up

stop my dreaming

what is this

the pain inside

Hold me down

never free me

Break my spirit

crack my pride

Nothing else matters

but this hate in your eyes

Nothing else matters

just a thorn in your side

Beat me

abuse me

waste me

lose me

find my fears

and blacken my eyes

bleeding liquid pain

all of it for you

bleed me dry

no more bad news

I hate you

I love your pain

Your ugly inside

my dear lady distain

Nothing else matters

but the hate in your eyes

Nothing more matters

not until you die

not until I see you bleed

until I see you cry

Never until I see you pay...

This is one of my old favorites I though I bring over from my old thread

Her heart collecting spinners webs
Her soul collecting dust
Her eyes dark sorrow
Her tears made of rust
She sits alone in the corner
Unnoticed...ignored
She stares in silence
while inside her..her anger roars
What was so different?
What was so bad?
Why is she not cared for?
Why's it make her mad?
Her face so pale, white china.
Her hair, such dark broken brown.
Her voice, so torn so shreded..
Why she cant make a sound.
She sits there, in her corner..
Awaiting her deliverance..
This must be pure hell.
to her, she lost that innocence...
The innocence of joyful laughter...
This impatient beauty yerns..
For her happy master...
To once more return..
My china doll, sits on a shelf..
So lonely so sad
I come to get every while
Shes the only friend I have....

This one too

Dancing with the shadows of the night
Spinning tales of unfathomable myth
Darkening skies , drifting up into the arms of heaven.
Surrendering to the power of heavy clouds
Condemned to suffer the blackness of eternity
Oblivion laced with deceit and spiders webs
No hate, no love, no feelings besides nothingness
Flowing shades of deep grey lonesome
Waste away in the walls of confining guilt
Die alone in the corner of confuesed indecision

four dainty pills all in a row
all of them a perfect robins egg blue
all four of them taken one at a time
All of them taken because of you

four sickening pills all in a row
each one an orange soo deep
following the little dainty ones down
in hopes that I will catch some sleep

My lovely pills, my pretty drugs
to help me forget that you lied
My stinging tears, my bleeding arms
My beautiful attempt at suicide

nice

You people should be ashamed, not commenting on such beautiful poetry... You're amazingly good. I love them. Especially the one about the doll.

such gorgeous poetry as always hun..

Thanks everybody.

lol I died AGAIN Astarael...can you believe it? but hey! They say third time's a charm! but then again this is my third name and my third thread on this name....so who knows...I have to keep getting new ones because they get lost in the sweep of new threads....

wow those are really good.
Rose

Hopefully 3rd time is a charm. Very great poetry. Didn't want to see it get burried in. Can't wait for more.

Dreary sunshine
on a broken form
crimson shadows
flesh bruised and torn

Scarlet tears of pure lost
streaming down the mask
The castaway loses faith
dreads the looming task

The only sign of hope
discards the innocent
Turns his back again
Heartache becoming indolent...

Pain laughs in a sorrow filled face
careless entities of lost and forgotten piety
Fearful cruelty breaking a cold spirit
Broken tears, crying for long past amity


A cry of pain strikes the sky
Its shall be over soon now
worthless death in a careless world
torment had to be released some how.

Blood dampens the ground
hate spreads in the coming dark
hopelessness drifts through them all
Pure pain stains a shattered heart...

i love the last poem ...very good


julian

Very powerful work of art.

WHOE WHOE WHOE WHOE A NEW threAD!!!!! *throws a beer bottle*
NOW WHY WASEN"T I INVITED TO THE PARTY. naw j/k
i don't like parties.. ppl scare me.. *brrrrrrrrrrr*
anyways..
hint babe You know you can trace your thread... so that when your gone you can always find it even if it's sunk in the black hole...
just some helpfull hints. You can also do a trace and see where everybodies looking at..
How do I know this.. *sneaks into the darkness* nobody know.. bwhahahah

lol, YOUR INVITATION WAS EATEN ...BY A WEASLE...>__>;; Jk, I know I know, I tried to trace it but I decided it was too much work for my lazy ass...plus I couldnt find it...-_-;;

i have just read through all your poems on this thread, and all i can say is i am truely amazed. there is not one poem here that did not send a shiver throughout my body. you are quite a writer.

anway, this poem that i have quoted was my favorite. i think perhaps because i have been on the edge of attempting this. you have entranced me with your words. i will return again, awaiting more of your great poems.

love,
nick

I have not read your work on your past threads, but I've read all of your poems on this one. And you're very talented. The way you word things, it only sends chills through one's body when read..

I loved the one, mentally forsaken quoted. I'd have to say that's one of my favorites as well. I feel like alot of people has either wanted to, or has attempted suicide. Maybe I'm wrong, but I know on my part I have attempted. Somewhat the same as your poem stated.. maybe that's one of the reasons why I've found this one to be my favorite. The others are great as well.. I can't wait to stop by and read more..

:5:,
Krissi

Thanks guys, I'm really glad you lied them. I think everyone has felt that way at one point or another, with some its just more extreme. I have attempted as well, and though Im not proud of it, its a good source of inspiration. Most extreme feelings are...^__^ COME BACK NOW! lol

Rae

This one isn't so good, I just needed to get some things out. I'll post a better one soon, promise.

I cried again
no one heard
I hurt myself
Maybe it never occurred
My blood dripped down
leaving streaks down my arm
I never realized the lovely color
Amazing, deaths charm
my fleating life
my streaming tears
it hurt so much
but no one cares
I feel the rush
my blood runs red
it stains my eyes
death swims in my head
I drop my razor
I hold my wounded wrist
My little life flashes
easily ended with a twist
I let my tears flow free
I take a breath
it hurts even now...
just to imagine my death

Sometimes, that's what poetry is all about.

well baby I will help you then.. it took me all but 2 mint to find em. *shrugs*
2nd thread
1st thread

here you go.. hehe so that if you want.. you can link it.. or.. like.. i don't know.. update with your older poety from their
love you
~adora~

*feels stupid now* Thanks....-__-;; lol

Rag Doll
Her skin is made of lace
Her eyes, the deepest black
Her beauty more than morbid love
Be there something in side she lacks

Inside of her is hollow
Her heart is just cracked glass
She cries tears of empty sorrow
The glass shattered for a time long past

Her broken heart gathers dust
The stars have left her eyes
Blood stains the dove white lace
As she awaits her time to die

Dried crimson shades her face
Spider webs veil her painless heartbreak
The blackness inside her eats away
Though she has no heart for heartache

Well I can't say that any of them chilled me, but the messages were definatly powerful enough to send my mind reeling in my head......morbidly good poetry I say, must have more ^_^

Saronin

Locked away
Hidden inside
lost and forgotten
never pacified

she sits
she waits
in her cell
of self hate

her fortrice built
of blood and bone
she wastes her life
she dies alone

A blood soaked spirit
some sorrow filled slauter
she was heartbroken and lonely
with n o one in the world to love her

This is the result of a crazy teacher who wanted to see our writting skills...we had to make a sequal to The Tell-Tale Heart... and this is my crappy story...ENJOY ^__^;;

Ps: my grammar check fucked with it a little and I didnt feel like going through it and fixing it....sorry.

Visions of Delirium


Three years… Three years in that diabolic tomb of nightmarish horror of unspeakable hell. Three years of cowering in a cage, seeking sanctuary from the monstrous beings that tended to my insanity. So long I’ve spent in the dark, wandering the twists of my murderous, loathsome mind. The creatures that settled me there were indeed second faces to the devil himself. Their eyes, that’s what I shall remember all my days hence. Never have I seen such soulless, hate filled orbs of pungent wickedness, their eyes shall haunt me as well.
I still see the old mans eye. I Thought by this time the image would have faded, freeing me of the torture that has become my life. To no avail may I sleep in peace, no dream does my poor mind host that I fancy to conjure. I fear the visions do not haunt me just in the dark hours of the heartless night. Upon being released from my satanic confinement, I was further notified of the fact that I’m not a murderer, though they lie, I know, being set free was well worth the falsehood. I was awarded as well, with the old man property and his capital. The wretched things this reside in that charnel house of memories frighten me beyond my mortal comprehension, but I had no other lodgings to house myself with.

Upon my first night returning to the old harbor for madness, I slept not half as long as it takes a Nat to fall from a single breeze of summer wind. I heard speaking, voices of those I did not know, but that where familiar to me yet. The unknown persons seemed to babble at first, though when my tired, weary brain adjusted; it appeared that they were speaking of me. Needless to say I have not slept since that time. That night I had spent walking the house with a lantern, determined to find the source of such a surprise. No further understanding did my sleepless search bring me, though at times when I silenced all in the house… I could almost swear I heard that Old Man.

It has been nearly a fortnight since I’ve arrived, and I’m yet not settled. My sleep has changed little since leaving the hospital, if it has altered, it has only gotten worse. When my eyes do find a small streak of slumber to grasp onto, my mind is plagued with the demons I suffered in the small confines of my former home, though the evil I see here seems more volatile and potent. I see vision while awake as well, some kind of evil has been contained here I believe. I see limbs, faces, shadows, parts of that wretched Old Man, and parts that could never belong to any mortal. On several occasions have I been unlucky enough to catch glimpses of the cause of all my woe. I feel that eye on me even now; its soulless glare comes from all side when I enter the Old Mans room. I don’t go there anymore. I have boarded up the doors, as well as the windows of that room, so He will plague me no longer.

Between spending my time walking the halls over and over again, I have taken to painting, I decided if a guilty man can get off Scott free, an uninspired man can become an artist. I have the supplies delivered to the estate, because I’m afraid that if I leave the ground either the evil will follow me into town, or something that has been hiding for three years will make its self known upon my return. I’m not one for surprises. The colors of paint I had ordered came almost a week ago, along with a large mural canvas. I have yet to decide what I am to paint, but something inside tells me it will not be my decision. The colors I chose are odd indeed, shades of deep crimson, scarlet, as well as the very color of blood. Those morbid hues are accompanied only by a thick brooding mixture of black. I was surprised when the request rolled from my lips, I had not even thought of it. But what was even more startling was my shocking discovery the morning after I had decided where to set the canvas. I set up the canvas in a large circular room near Old Mans old lodgings. The room use to be hi study, and since it received the best, if not only natural lighting in the house I chose it for my studio. When I awoke the next morning, I near dropped from fright at seeing the scene in that study. The canvas was splattered in the red paint, hand prints appeared over it, as well as foot prints appearing on the floor near. That having be horrifying enough, I was ready to call a priest to the house, when I noticed that none of the paint cans had been opened, the substance in the study was certainly not paint. Soon after my discovery, I repainted the entire canvas with the black paint.
Few days after that, while on one of my hunts through the manor, I noted a sticky feel on the floor, yet as I bent down to view it closer, I saw its shade, and went pale. The stickiness was red, and thick, but it was not paint, for then I still had not opened the red cans. I all so found that the redness continued in the pattern of foot prints down the hall form the Study. After the sight of this I quickly retreated to my own quarters. That same night, while I sat in bed, my eyes unblinking, a soft noise came from the halls, not the usual voices, but a baying sound of an animal. Or what I initially thought to be an animal. The sound got louder, and as it grew it felt to be getting nearer to my door. As I listened, to my horror, I found it not of this earth. It was only a second before it was at my door, I could hear it against my door, its supernatural voice but inches from my very bed. The noise got louder and louder, and it became angrier still, like it was out from revenge. I felt my heart pounding, my mind racing fearing for my mortal soul, fearing the devil on the other side of the door. And as the sound because unbearable the door opened, and a great shadow filled the frame. Cold crept into my heart as it moved towards, and in my panic the room went black.
I woke the next morning, in front of the great canvas, with paint splattered about me. As I regained my exposure, I realized the change, and looked to the canvas. It stood the same, but instead of the pitch black, a scene of unspeakable, unidentifiable, unimaginable hell shone harshly, a light with crimson, scarlet and blood. I would have let out a scream, but my lungs were too weak. I instead attempted to calm my mind; I found peace finally in my decision of what I was to do about my situation.
You see, I was being punished for my sins, my evil deeds that I have done. I was destined to be tortured by my own evil until I was sent to hell. And my friend, I would rather be sent to hell and pay the devil, then stay here to suffer his demons any longer. I only hope my soul does go to hell, and doesn’t linger like the poor Old Man. I have written this account of my stay here so to keep all away, and so the poor soul who finds it will know some sense and find his own way out. I only hope God will have mercy on me. I bid you farewell, and hope not to see you ever again, for if our souls cross, I fear you suffer the same as I. Night shall fall for ever on this hellish house, all that will be left is ash and ember, shadows and darkness. Goodnight to the innocent.

these bloody shadows
that fall upon my angry eyes
tears soaking my face
swollen with hatred and lies

Nothingness comsumes me
I'm the only one to blame
you are the beautiful saint
that serves me my shame

Blood drenched flowers
from a happy yesterday
Now withered and dead
Left to the same decay

I almost miss them
the pain is still evident
I though I was alive
just a dead innocent

My sleeves of scarlet gashes
my hurt shrouded in silence
I make my world of misery
you assign me my penence

You starve my heart
you break my soul
you leave me with nothing
just my tears, bruised and cold

*smiles* Very nice.

this intense love
that breaks my heart
when Im without you
it tears me apart

Both so young
trapped in this time
like our love is a sin
our feelings a crime

I dont care
I stay till the end
with my only love
with my best friend

I'll wait the years out
I'll cry the tears
because you'll always be here
to sooth my fears

I love you my dearest
forever and ever
it'll hurt for a while
I'll live if we're together...


sorry that was randomly crappy...I was just bored...

The clouds of death gather
the pain of sorrow and guilt strike
the tombs ofthe silent stand frozen
desperate twilight fades to dreary night

The sleepimg dead lay quiet
as the winds chrun up the leaves
the trees creek and moan with grief
While the fates do as they please

A single figure stands out
as the rain begins to fall
cloaked in blackness, pain and tears
He whispers a mournful call

A call to the dead, one beloved
the one taken from this being
an innocent, caught by time
the only one who was everything

Her tomb covered in crimson roses
The grave made of marble
angel guarded, so sorrowful seemin
the agony it brings is unbearable

He built her the castle of death
to remind him her true love
As the angels cry down tears of pain
He prays she is one of them above

Restless sleep
heavy with tears
she lies alone
no one cares

She fights the pain
She prays for death
the lonesome so hard
she holds her breath

Time she wasted
on a worthless life
she cries and begs
she sleeps with her knife

So many scars
run her length
sleeve her arms
takes her strength

Blood drains her body
Tears flood her eyes
Murdered by your hate
Drowned in your lies.

*smiles* nothing crappy here.

must be...no one reads it

I have read a few and I liked all of then so nope nothing crapy here.
Rose

Thanks ^__~

I wish I were anorexic again...those were happy times...

I stand before the mirror

tears streak down my face

I hate my disgusting body

how did this happen in the first place

I try not to eat, I try to stay thin

I still pack more and more pounds

I'll starve myself to death

anything to keep from being round

From this point on

I'll swear my life off food

I'd rather be happy and dead

that fat and in a bad mood

I'll lose the weight

I'll make the grade

I'll stay away from the kitchen

until the fat fades...

that was a good poem

I feel that I need to give you a hug. *huggles*
Rose

thank you ^__^';;

*pokes the skinny you* anorexia does not make you look pretty.. it makes you look dead and haunting to the world.. there is a difference between being skinny from working out or naturally have a high metabolism and purposefully making your body shrivel to the bones.. *frowns slightly and goes on* i feel the same way about myself sometimes.. and i almost saw anorexia as a solution.. but i know that it only makes things worse.. i want to be healthy.. not unhealthy in a different way.. work out.. ride your bike.. talk to the doctor about help to lose weight.. but do not resort to anorexia..

and i know you said when you USED to be anorexic.. but i just do not want you to fall back upon old habits.. be happy with yourself hun..

i really enjoyed reading this one! good work!

deadly

my favorite part of your newest one is:

I stand before the mirror
tears streak down my face
I hate my disgusting body
how did this happen in the first place
i try not to eat, I try to stay thin

i can relate. but people keep telling me i need to gain weight. hell no, that’s what scares me the most

deadly

yeah...I need to be healthy...but I want to just lose 10lbs...thats all...I go to a gym and spend 30mins on a bike, and 15 min on a tred... but Im still a fatty :D) it makes me sad...

haha oh my god dude. i just fell in love with your work. its incredible.. totally awesome stuff which means now you will be seeing much more of me. i was very lucky by chance to cross your thread and see such talent.

nick

I love this poem. So emotional. I felt it deep inside. I've felt that way so many times. I can relate to most of it, but the last stanza. I've felt as if that happened, but never happened. All I've ever drown in was tears. :16: but anyway, i loved that poem. It caught my eye. I've yet to read the others.. but im sure they're as good as this one.

Love,
Krissi

can't wait for more

deadly

deep inside me
forced way down
pain so intense
In it I drown

My blood pulses
burning my veins
I want this ride to stop
I cant take the pain

Why does this hurt
What did I do
I just want to die
all I wanted was you

aww. I like it. :5: