My Poetry

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Hey everyone! :D This is where I'll be posting all of my poetry. Comments and critique are very much appreciated! Thank you!

I'll start by posting my first non-rhyming poem, which is a piece of crap. Soooo. Here it is, anyways.

If you are going to read any of my poetry, I suggest you read the newer ones.


The Beast

Look
into the eyes
of the beast-
The Demon-
The outcast-
The rogue......

See
beyond the severed outershell.
Past the rage-
The blind terror-
And find lonlieness....

The demon;
the beast is no more
Than a frightened child,
a stranger to the world
a stranger to himself,
forsaken in solitude.

See past the fiercness-
the hate-
And embracethe pleading child
deep within the beast....

Alas,
the child is set free
and the beast,
the demon,
the monster-
is now at peace.

And my second one, which is still crap.


Lost

I watch the world
from behind this glass,
my shrill cries
still unheard.

No matter how loud I scream
in this room full of people,
no one bothers to turn around
and lend a hand
or even a smile.

I go on- ignored-
Still waiting
to be saved.
But I start to wonder
how much longer I can hold on.

I finally realize
my conciousness fading.
And I can finally see
the string of sanity
I've been clinging onto
Snap.

I plummet down-
Into the depths-
Where I lose myself;
my sanity;
my being;
and my soul.

Now they try
and lend a hand,
but, darling,
Its much too late

I've felt the pain;
now I crave to be sore.
So bruise me;
abuse me;
until I feel no more.

[BlondPunk]

They are NOT crap!
They're really good!
I wish I could do poetry....
:[

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Haha, thanks, but seriously, I wrote those almost a year ago. I'm posting them in order of which I wrote them. Three more: (I'm trying to get them all up, but not bombard you all in one post. :D )


Forever Young, Forever Free

Silence lingers
over this desolate grave,
like coldness lingers
in death.

I sit
by your forsaken tomb-
No more tears left to cry,
and my screams left unheard.

My hands tremble,
and I bite my lip,
holding back
my anguish
and my hideous cries.

I run my fingers
over the engraved stone,
where underneath
you lie at rest.

Looking from your grave,
to my shining blade,
I can feel a smile,
tugging at my lips.

I've found it:
My sweet escape

As the warmth seeps from my veins,
and the numbness overcomes me,
my soul leaves my crimson coated body
and goes towards the guiding light of your spirit.
There, we will stay eternally, and we'll be
forever young, and forever free.
------------------------

Broken

Clip my wings,
tape over my mouth,
chain me down-
Just make the cut deep.

Drown me in your perilous hate
if it really feels that good.
And just go on, ignoring my pitful wails,
and all my pleads and screams.

An attemp to escape
from this eternal darkness,
or what you call your heart,
is a worthless plea-
A waste of my precious bit of time.

For how high can I fly
with my wings broken,
and my heart severed in two?
And how can I look to the bright side of life,
when everywhere I turn is dark?

I can't belive you captivated me,
with those three pitiful words,
as they flowed from your lips.
"I love you."

You masked those words
in the voice of an angel,
and your decievment seeped to my heart.
But I should've seen the hideous lie
hidden behind you decievingly carressing eyes.

But now you're eyes are so cold to me,
and as black as the pit of ****.
Yet you still hold my heart,
as it bleeds in vane,
right in the palm of your hand.

My halo is bent.
My heart is torn.
My wings are broken.
Tell me, is that not enough?
Do you want something more?

You've broken me
to the point of nonrepair.
Now I seek your comfort,
though I know.....
You'll never care.----------------------

Cut

Tears of crimson
running down my cheeks.
Scarlet blood,
pulsing from my veins.

With my razor in my hand
I grin in satisfaction
as the blade pierces my flesh.
Oh, how I crave the pain....

Droplets of red-
they seep from my wounds
and stain the cold white tile.
Once more,
I have the blade at hand
so I can feel the pain again.

My vision is blurred
by my collecting tears,
and I can no longer
hear your screams.

My senses have faded,
and I'm finally free
from your haunting words,
and your lethal grip.

My hurting is gone,
and my tears have ceased.
I know you don't care;
but at least,
for the first time in my life,
I can be at peace.

P.S. I know how emo "Cut" seems, but trust me, I DO NOT cut. Writing poetry is the way I get my depression out, not by digging a razor into my arm.

[BlondPunk]

I really like Forever Young, Foerever Free. It's my favorite, don't ask me why :]
They are All REALLY good. You can't tell me you're not good at making poems.
<3 <3 <3

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Wow, really? I actually really dislike "Forever Young, Forever Free". I wasn't going to post it orginally, but then I though, what the ****.
Byt the way, thank you so much for commenting. :) It really means a lot to me.
More:
(Heh, for every post, two or three more poems. :D)

Suicide

A smile crosses my face
as I look into my reflection.
As a single drop of crimson
splatters onto the floor,
I think, maybe,
just maybe,
I can finally be free.....

-------------------------

Crimson Rain

You mock me,
pointing out my every flaw.
Your laughter haunts my dreams-
your words pulse through my veins.

But this is the last ime you&#39;ll hurt me,
and the last ime I&#39;ll ever care.
For I&#39;ve said goodbye to all I hold dear-
this pain has finally taken it&#39;s toll.

I blunder down this forsaken path,
and away from these haunting memories-
Where I&#39;ll free myself,
and free my soul.

I rain crimson-
seeping scarlet,
staining red,
relieving me from reality.

Now I&#39;d like to see you mock;
to see you laugh;
and see you jeer.

But maybe,
if I&#39;m lucky,
you&#39;ll find enough of your heart
to cry me just one tear.

--------------------------

Silver Nails

Down this desolated path they trekk;
every man bares his cross.
Their sin has been recognized,
and crucifiction has been sentenced upon them.

Through the palms of the sinners,
silver nails, stained crimson, are driven into the cross.
Scarlet stains the nails-
red taints their souls.

Hideous screams for mercy
echo through the forsaken hollow.
No pity is shown, for it&#39;s much too late for them.
They are left to suffer,
until they are cast into oblivion.

Carry the tainted souls of the sinners,
and cast them away
into the depths of ****,
finally into the oblivion
and released from the suffering
of the silver nails.

Silver nails,
rusted red,
and stained crimson
by the unworthy blood of the sinners.

Until the last has fallen,
the silver nails will be forever tainted-
Forever red.

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Woah. Even though no one is commenting, or even reading these, here's another.


Denial

I&#39;m frightened and alone;
abandoned and forsaken.
I&#39;m hollow and I&#39;m lifeless,
silence forever brushed againt my lips.

I know I&#39;ve done you wrong,
but please forgive my sin
and save me from the shadows of death-
remind me what it&#39;s like to live.

Please take me by the hand,
even if it&#39;s only for the night.
And won&#39;t you hold me in your arms once more-
just let me feel your warmth again.

Please, let me fall into your arms
and escape from this burdening reality.
And you don&#39;t have to lie anymore.
I know-
You&#39;ll always belong to me.

Clearly you&#39;ll always deny it,
but you&#39;re as aware as I
of the way you will always think of me,
and how every night you cry yourself to sleep,
simply for my absence.

You still hunger for my touch.
You still long to hear me whisper your name.
You still love me.

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Hmmm. My poetry died. Oh well.


Kiss of Death

My heart pounds in my chest;
temptation ripples through my veins.
I can not hold out much longer-
my kiss of death awaits me.

A symphonic melody bribes me onward;
closer to my end- to my deadly kiss.
A whispering echoes in my mind,
telling me my troubles will all soon be over-
reassuring me I&#39;ll be free.

Closer to my demise I stumble,
the voices still coaxing me onward.
I can see him now,
his eyes masked with tenderness and love.

I&#39;m blinded from the truth
by his decieving disguise.
His raidiance beams-
his golden eyes smolder.

With a crooked smile of satisfaction,
he envelopes me in his deadly, yet angelic wings.
"Ready for your final kiss?"
His malicious words roll off his tongue like velvet.

He waits for my terror
- it will not come.
I smile, and close my eyes,
welcoming my end.

I&#39;ve given into him-
my angel of death;
my beautitiful little murderer;
my soul is forever his....

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Awww, no one likes my poems. :(


Stone Angel

Her delicate figure, so frail and sickened,
waits to break- to be impaired.
Her wrenched heart, bleeding crimson tears,
shatters her sanity- diminishes her last bit of sense.

Her immaculate beauty, so divine and awing,
seeps from her delicate features- drains fro her very core.
Her showering love, oh so tender and cradling,
has bled from her once warm smile- her eyes turned to cold stone.

Death is dawned upon her- brutal, chilling her to the bone.
The beating of her heart screeches to a halt-
echoing silence will forever carry on.
Now she awaits an angel; an angel that will never come.
Still, she cries for her final refuge- for her angel.

She is left forsaken
-abandoned.

With her soul torn- ugly and scarred-
and her wings too heavy to fly,
she is left without a savior......
The Stone Angel.

[SpaceDementia]

I like your poems a lot, seriously!
Fanfics definitely run rampant here, so I like seeing poems once in a while ;)

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Aww, thanks! :D Really, it means a lot to me. I Think I'm going to move from poetry writing to song writing. It'll be a first, but I already write piano music, so maybe I could make a few songs. ;)

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Leave

Bitter words of spite taint your tongue.
A look of anger twists upon your face as the silent rage sets in.
Your hateful eyes fill with unspoken fury-
What is it that you hate so much about me?
What is it that I&#39;ve done to you?

My innocent eyes meet yours
- I flinch away.
I can&#39;t help but cringe at your resentment.
I don&#39;t deserve your contempt.

As you glare at me, all I can do is stare back,
fear in my eyes, as I wonder,
What have I done?

I&#39;m aware of the words you restrain to scar me with-
the bitter hate that longs to escape your lips.
But still, all I can do is fret under your penetrating gaze.
Your silent fury grows; your breathing deepens.
But you hold back all your words
- all but one.

The one that will break me.
The one that I fear the most.

"Leave”

April

Liquid sunshine, the tears of the heavens,
wash away the gelid winter- the bitter cold.
Budding tulips, in an array of radiance,
welcome the new season- obstinate the coming spring.

The trill of the robin, in a symphonic melody,
heralds the breaking of dawn- announces the new day.
The lisp of the tree branches in the wind, bare from the numbing cold,
precedes a coming storm- the next deluge.

The downpour sustains- washes away all that used to lie dormant in ice.
The skies continue weep upon the sodden lands-
prolongs to mourn the lost winter.
Now the sun is yearned for by all; but it is obscured by the haze.
Yet the hope never dies- desire for luminosity never withers.

The thirst for illumination is quenched-
is immersed.

The clouds- bleak and ominous-
Retire from the dismal skies.
From the grotesque storm, a ribbon of color is left.
A beauty divine, the rainbow beams over nature’s nativity
-A creation of April.

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Dayum, I guess fan fictions are a lot bigger than poetry around here.


Fly

The warm color of her skin is drained-
ghastly pale is her face,
her features that of a ghost.
Yet, alive is she,
though her breathing is rapid and uneven.

She clenches my hand, the other upon her heart-
it trashes in her chest,
internally crying in pain as it convulses but again.
There is nothing I can do-
nothing but watch her face twist in pain,
her eyes wide with fear and held back tears.

Her racing pulse quickens,
and the blood roars; snarls; snares;
through her every vein,
echoing in the hollow of pain within her.
Still, there is nothing I can do-
nothing I can say.

As her features writhe in agony,
I shamefully let my thoughts wander.
Wander to a day I fear is lurking closer.
The day I&#39;ll be hand in hand with her,
sitting beside her hospital bed,
with these wallowing tears finally streaming.
Her pain finally gone- the hollow filled-
she lies cold, listening to the ring of her knell.
There will be nothing I can do.
Nothing but plead her to wake up;
Beg heru to stop playing this cruel joke on me.

There is nothing I can do;
nothing I can say;
nothing in my will;
that could ever keep her from flying.

If You Can

If you can face peril and catastrophe with gallantry,
While all others cower in fear, preparing to be cast into oblivion,
If you can look at life optimistically, treasuring every bit of goodness,
While everyone else is a pessimist, searching for the strife,
And ignoring the simple everyday pleasures;
If you can forgive without being forgiven,
When everyone else holds onto the bitterness and hate,
Leaving years of happiness wasted and filled with abhorrence.

If you can see the inner beauty of each individual,
When everyone else is blind to mans’ inner worth,
Making all judge not the internal, but the external attraction;
If you can bear your every burden, and not show self pity for a single one,
If you can trust your own judgment, and not have a second thought,
If you can keep your faith, even in times of belligerency,
Keeping your credence to the one you worship,
While all others believe they’ve been deceived by the Almighty.

If you can allow yourself to fathom the actions of all others,
And sort out the right suits from the wrong,
Being sure to keep away from the mistakes all others made-
Letting greed take over them, and going straight for what they hunger for;
If you can take the small steps up to reaching that desire,
And earn it when you are worthy,
Instead of allowing your avariciousness to enthrall you-
If you can acknowledge greed will end in delinquency;

If you can put another’s safety in front of your own,
Instead of worrying over only your own security;
If you can pick up the broken pieces of a crushed dream
Without stopping to weep about your loss,
And trying to reach that aspiration again,
But not letting your ambition get the best of you;
If you can let morality be your sole idol,
And never question why right is right and wrong is wrong;

If you can take nothing you have for granted,
And always see things as a privilege that you could easily not have;
If you can erase all the bad memories from your mind,
And focus on building your future, instead of lingering in the past;
If you can give your all to everything to do,
Even if everything isn’t good enough in the eyes of a stranger,
If you can be yourself and never pretend to be something you’re not,
Then your name will be forever carved in mans’ legacy.

'Fly' is about my mother.
She has a heart disease where her heart is thrown off beat, and then her face turns pale white, and she can't move, or breathe right, and it can last for hours.
It's bloody terrifying.

'If You Can' was written for school, and is based off Robert Kipling's poem 'If-'

[agoraphobiaticalibi]

yeah, poetry isn't too big here. . . i had posted some songs, but i don't think many ppl read them so i gave up.
but ur poems r really good, and i think u should go to songwriting.
i've written a couple myself and it's pretty fun.

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Yeah, I do write songs, but I think my poems come out a tad better.
But I am going to do more song writing, since I'm finally getting my band together. :)

Are your songs still up? I'll comment on them if they are. :)

A poem I wrote after my rabbit died. I was all dioriented, and sobbing, so, It's not that great.


The Tainted Truth

A mere two words have killed it all-
all that used to be happiness.
Those dreadful two words
have slaughtered my smiles,
and taken away all I love.
Everything I could&#39;ve been is now miles out of reach,
and everything I could&#39;ve done is nowhere to be seen.
Those acursed two words
have taken away my soul-
Those awfule, sickening words;
The tainted, twisted truth I simply cannot bear......
"He&#39;s dead."

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Your poems are so well written.
They're amazing.

[Love_is_Dead_x]

Thank you so much. :D
Really, it means more than you know to me. :)


Corruption

Wandering through unfamiliar places;
The twisted smiles of demons before me;
Grotesque figures flitting about;
Greedy fingers pull me under and into the Hades-
No longer can I scream.

Claws and fangs puncture and snare;
Scales scathe bare flesh to the bone;
Crimson mottles broken bodies;
Ugly scars mark dying souls-
No longer do I breathe.

Virus pulses through my veins;
Disease gnaws at my very core;
Corruption tears at my fragile heart;
Wounds seep and scarlet stains-
No longer do I feel.

Shrieks and wails of pure terror;
Death blooming wherever I turn;
Tears ceased by murderous hands;
The autumn of man kind dawned upon us-
No longer does my heart beat.

Enticing bribes and tempting lures;
Logic distorted- disappeared;
No longer is there sanity.

A shrill cry bellows from my withered lungs,
for my heart has been wrenched out from within.
I am but a broken doll,
streaked in crimson regret.
From my hollow, lifeless eyes, a single tear streams.
Alas, now, and forever more,
no longer do I cry.

Incase you couldn't catch it (xP), this poem is about ****, and what I imagine a sinner being pulled to their afterlife would be like.

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Wow, that's descriptive.
You really have a way with words.

[agoraphobiaticalibi]

Yeah, I do write songs, but I think my poems come out a tad better.
But I am going to do more song writing, since I'm finally getting my band together. :)

Are your songs still up? I'll comment on them if they are. :)

A poem I wrote after my rabbit died. I was all dioriented, and sobbing, so, It's not that great.


The Tainted Truth

A mere two words have killed it all-
all that used to be happiness.
Those dreadful two words
have slaughtered my smiles,
and taken away all I love.
Everything I could&#39;ve been is now miles out of reach,
and everything I could&#39;ve done is nowhere to be seen.
Those acursed two words
have taken away my soul-
Those awfule, sickening words;
The tainted, twisted truth I simply cannot bear......
"He&#39;s dead."
yeah, i have a couple posted still, they're clear back on like page eight tho.
but ur poems are really good!