Poems

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 1:21 pm

what?
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 1:22 pm

nvm...
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Deus nobiscum, quis contra?

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 1:24 pm

no come on tell me
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:47 pm

i hope you like this one, becouse i cant take life any more!!!!!!

Life just pushes me
Leaves me buried deep
I pray that it stops
But it happens anyways
So I finally give up
On trying to stand

But when i try to stand
it pushes me more
Not just a shove
But thrown into hell
Where I always stay

Don't say it isn't true
I know I'm already dead
From all these impacts
And I'm only an image
Of who I used to be

I'm sick of this life
So push me some more
I'm starting to like it
Just push me more
And I'll show you
What happens
To a pushed soul

Now enough is said
Just let me be
And see what I become
Because I'm through
With life pushing me
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:02 pm

my best friend wrote this.

The bubbling of a cauldron so deep its hollow could cradle the sun flows over with malicious grins. This is the concoction of a thousand whispers never once heard, spoken behind his back as the days turned to years. Brooding and boiling over, the cup he sips slowly is hot to the touch and poison to the girth of his tolerance. Gritting his fangs of the night, his eyes flicker like the ashes so ready to unleash a fury of destruction the likes of which his smile can hardly hide. Claws rip at the surface of something much thinner then the paint he has coated his existence in. Chipped and flaking like the thoughts of his surreal life, no compassion can bury this hatchet in the ground for once and all. The Suicide King smiles as the perfect image of a hill of daggers comes into view… This King juggles his ambitions.

Like the flame she burns her soul on every night, her hands turn coarse and sensitive to the touch with her acidic desires. Though her smile convinces the wisest of her peers, her eyes give roots to the most devilish trees. Anvil in hand, her dreams hammer out her hatred in spite of the courage to finish what has long since been hungered for. Blacksmith of her future Hell, she wields the hammer that shall one day put her to rest. The clamor of so many weapons her Id has fashioned gives only to the drooling desires of her homicidal tendencies. Jealousy so long since past, left along with remorse, she turns the page in a book she once burned in a fire far larger than that of her core. Like the walls she builds up, she shall break down the drywall dreams and let look the Dogs of Hell like the hounds she uses as guardians of those same temptations… The Qeen unveils her image.

As the church bells ringing in her ears, the blood shall fill the pews like only a gospel could do on Sunday. Religious sermons of repentance bring only a holy fire and heavenly excuse for her actions as the walls come crumbling down. Words once so quiet in her ear ring out her friends as screams in the brightest of daylight. Stopping only to adjust her cracked lenses, which she herself had shattered when she knocked the doors of her vengeance down with her so resiliently lost mind and the shrine of her head, the red masquerade of her marvelous episode would fill every newspaper stand across the country and even parts of the globe. Cubicles of blood and tears as the church bells rang high noon would read the titles of so many pieces, giving only the sweet ending as a smile to match the cauldron he let brew her malice, when her temples met pavement from seven stories high… Now the Qeen has lain to rest her formula for the poison of a soul.
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:08 pm

this is when i first got into wicca, this is how i pictured the Goddess becomeing so powerfull.

Her back was pressed up to the wall
the blood trickled down and fell to the ground
and out of the shadows she called
she held a smile on her face
She beckoned them softly
though blood caked her face
calling quite fondly
the creatures who came to her side
they were sick and were twisted
She found them repulsive
but smiled as they called back that night
She curled out her hand
and called unto them
young demons find solace tonight
for I’ve been condemned
and it’s time begin
the fight between
the dark and the light
the shadows they whispered
and started to snicker
they had waited so long for this moment
when the angel came down
brought her blood to the ground
and the earth, they'd be able to roam it
they crawled and they writhed
and pulled next to her side
they waited for orders to surface
then they'd be allowed
to go on the prowl
and destroy what they found to be perfect
they orders she gave
and they went on their way
covering the ground like serpents
they twisted and slid
and moved like the dead
from hell they came with a purpose
to destroy all the light
and innocence alike
and give this angel her kingdom
and her wings buckled down
and she fell to the ground
and her bones were exposed on that evening
they shredded and cracked
they turned darkest black
and came like wings of a demon
the turning of Goddess
an angle from havens

only demons found solace that night.
_________________
Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:21 pm

I laugh.
No
I'm not happy.
I laugh because
They don't
Know
Anything about me.
Not even
A little.
I laugh at their
Understanding
Because they don't.
I laugh because
They don't know
How much
Pain I feel.
I laugh because I do
Hurt myself.
I do
Hate myself.
I laugh because
I want to live
But I really want to die

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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:01 pm

uve got alot of fraggin poems!!
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Deus nobiscum, quis contra?

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:05 pm

i have had many years to write them!!!
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:00 pm

haha
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Deus nobiscum, quis contra?

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:06 pm

what it is true..
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.

Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 8:18 pm

nothing...it was just kinda funny to mee
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Subject: Re: Poems Tue Feb 26, 2008 8:51 pm

lol thats ok, i wasnt loling about that, it's cool, so do you think that i could publush my pomes?
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Perfection:
To never see it snow, or ever feel the rain again,
To never be in love, or having to explain again,
To not have to cover my face so
you won't see my pain,
that would be perfection.