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Permalink Reply by Steph on -
Pressed up against the window pane,
Covered in glass.
Tonight, I fall asleep again
To the sound of you
Without me.
I'm painfully yours.
I hope you know, that with every touch...
My hand, against these keys.
Crying, infinitely, inside you.
I want to fit them, perfectly,
Again.
The cold touch of November
Fills the silence, with unspoken
Love.
As melancholy, I drift toward you...
And float away,
With autumn's leaves.
And then back again.
That's all you'll ever be to me,
From now...
As I lie here, up against the window pane,
Yet again.
You can stand to see me shaking.
Will you admit it?
Chained to my heart.
Chained, not to melody,
But to melancholy...
A rasping voice, within the air.
And float
On the surface of these black and white keys,
Though mostly black, now to me,
That lull me
To sleep.
Lull me to sleep;
Forever, I just want to be
The beautiful shape
Of his dreams.
You're my key.
To...
Bella,
I need you.
You knew how to fill his heart,
So deep, to fall him back asleep
Make his thoughts, his heart..
Bleed, into yours.
And everything just...
Just lull me back to sleep.
My heart.
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Permalink Reply by ~The*Water*Nymph~ on -
There is some fantastic poetry here! I guess that's what we get for reading Dani's lyrics, huh? Personally, I have learned MUCH from his example... I might post one of my poems later.
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Permalink Reply by Mwahahaha on -
ok please ignore my "dani filth like style". my main influence in english is cradle of filth, because i read more in portuguese, but im now reading some ebooks from the net to improve my skills. i accept constructive criticism. These are lyrics for my band, Forever Immortal, black metal (no corpse paint :P)
SHIVERS OF A GHOST WHISPERER
I’m looking
At my reflection in the river
Thinking
About the promise of fever
Will you be with me?
Will I see your face in the sunshine?
Will you defeat the Harlot?
Or will you drink her wine?
Reflection
Of a dead poet in the night
Temptation
A sin all angels need to fight
Whispers
Ghosts singing in my hear
Shivers
Thou shall not fear
My dear
I wander
Why do we all live in misery
Deep under
My dreams of passion with thee
Ancient glories
Haunt the temple with disgrace
I see a spectrum of dead people
Screaming to win God’s grace
The cathedral trembles with those laments,
The evil shadow starts his embrace,
Among the damned I see something pure
I realize that was your face
I offer you this altar of sacrifice,
Eternal Goddess of Malediction
No sin, no vice
Can cure me from my addiction
As I see you for the last time
I feel something new down my spine,
Digging in my consciousness,
Digging in my goldmine
I feel the Shivers of a Ghost Whisperer
An overture of madness
The obsession of dying with her,
Turning into immortal sadness
Pain fills my soul into the deep
She told me a secret that I sworn to keep
I want to go down, I want to trip
I want to kill myself, I don’t want to grip
Now she’s gone forever with the grind
I’ll never see her again, it’s like I’m blind
I can’t take this out of my mind
No! I can’t put this behind!
I still feel the Shivers of a Whisperer
That overture of madness
The obsession of dying without her,
Turning into immortal darkness
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Permalink Reply by Malice on -
Another full moon (Love, Loss, Life, Death)
(Part 1:Love)
In the speed of the day
Light devoured by night
the end of innocence
a less understanding
doomed to this world
With a world you will never understand
full of people you wont understand too
and when your confused and don't know what to do
just turn away and look for help
but find just a black abyss
where things used to be so kind, it used to be so easy
With a black, heart, a black soul
soon a black physical manifest
I never will understand myself
i never can help myself
I make a foolish mistake it ruins my life
and those all around me
a innocent stir
it doesn't seem fair
that no one else can see
soon
another full moon
another day near the end
remember the days
just memories now
a blurry image soon to be forgotten
a heart torn between many souls
A life torn between a thousand Lives
and it makes me want to cry
nothing makes it better
than the satisfaction of a certain illness
or the spasm of muscles
generating a thousand thoughts before a climax of satisfaction
I can stand the feeling
I can stand the Sight
I can vary on the taste but can't endure the smell
of a thousand sins and lustfully thoughts
as we embrace in our love which is between dead and alive
A love like a ghost
Abit like the ghosts of children never to see the light
Or maybe it can all be easier when you can't think straight
When a temptation of various kinds affects your vision and thought
you feel invincible but deep inside it slowly kills you
but you love it anyway because it makes the pain go away
Physical and mental
but you never can understand
just this hurts
a groping inside my skull
my heart collapsing
my lungs feel heavy
i don't know why
but i don't want to even imagine
so let me kiss your lips again
i desire to kiss another
But also yours
for ever the desire for others
will be pro-longed
until faith plays its part
and our kingdom falls
(Part 2:Loss)
When your lost and stranded
and no place to go
for all those so close fade away
in a age of no innocence
with a life ahead
where is the justice in it all
it saddens one to know
your the only one they trust
or that your the only one they feel cares
or understands
it makes me feel special in a way i want to cry
so you just play along with it all
In a shamble of dying love
lost in your life
ina surrounding so clear
but it still seems different
from when innocence was here
and its dark, and in the rain
or when the sun is shining
its all the same misery
when you cant go nowhere
and nobody will care
all because they don't want to understand
And soon
The full moon
to repeat this pain again
and just when
will it end
anything, everything, nothing
come home
even though you can't
(Part 3:Life)
"Death, in it's own way, isn't the end, but the beginning, but still you are scared"
You know how the world feels
dying
slowly
surrounded by pain sorrow and misery
Life is without its own charm
A distance between us yet i still feel for you
you seem so fine
But when what happens, happens i will be able to tell
Such luck, is never without its bad points
and soon what you took for granted will be took back off you again
I'm Sorry for deserting you
Your mouth would only salsify when it's granting me sexual pleasure
Yet for the others around you, i still feel your sorrow
(part 4:Death)
In a forest full of dreams
a city full of nightmares
we will find true love
live happily ever after
and die again
for now a days
understanding, strays
like a lost soul from its host
crucified by your own nails
everything you ever do is inevitable your own fault
I'm sorry sometimes the truth is hard to hear
sometimes it might be even hard to bear
but when is said and done
and the words are set in stone
it would be better off if i was alone
for the death and the life
and everything in between
whats the point?
wheres the life
i can hear you die
For now the clock strikes twelve
the moon is about to pass
i receive a painfully nostalgia
im sorry your better than me
but through all this i have learned
Life is the Disease, Pain is the Drug, And death is the cure
Life is the Disease, Pain is the Drug, And death is the cure
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Permalink Reply by Lord Snuff on -
PRETTY FUCKED UP
Ugly as the pretty as the ugly as the pretty as the ugly
Girl is in side
Pretty girl is ugly, The beauty bitch is mean, Pretty girl’s a liar
A fucking whore can’t be Queen.
Perfect legs spread wide for the next tool
Perfect teeth grins come on the fool.
And oh you make me hate you
And oh you make me hate you.
Let me tell you know cunt you just lit a fuse….to the centre of my head pretty fucking soon you’re gonna be dead….yeah….fuck you….slut….beauty is a myth and you blew it apart.
Should of seen a whore from the fucking start…..
Perfect legs spread wide for the next tool
Perfect teeth grins come on the fool.
And oh you make me hate you
And oh you make me hate you.
Ugly as the pretty as the ugly as the pretty as the ugly
Girl is in side
Pretty girl is ugly, the beauty bitch is mean, Pretty girl’s a liar
A fucking whore can’t be Queen.
Perfect legs spread wide for the next tool
Perfect teeth grins come on the fool.
And oh you make me hate you
And oh you make me hate you.
Let me tell you know cunt you just lit a fuse….to the centre of my head pretty fucking soon you’re gonna be dead….yeah….fuck you….slut….beauty is a myth and you blew it apart.
I should of seen a whore from the fucking start…..
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Permalink Reply by Malice on
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My new one
Father who arn't in heaven (Her love threatens more than the highest flame)
De mandat de deces, in afara de mine, as putea sa te iubesc
The warrent of death, save me, i could love you
her final words
Love to the grave
replacing her "god" for blood to crave
Death, without a charm, it's own enjoyment
But if thou is compelled to a blind conviction
my lust dressed in red, for hell's dining room
would eat with us, a extravagent feast fit for a king
compared to the poverty and the death, that god could of offered her
and the day i tasted her blood, and trapped her in my heart
she loved these castle walls
now filled with the hatred of these Dumnezeu futangiilor
From the day she was warm with hatred
My heart filled with rage, for this age
only the perfect are accepted
When will we meet again?
When the sky is Burning with the glow of life?
or when she is dressed in most lustful orange and red
For the fire is our weakness
and melts our skin un gratefull of this pain
Thou art is dressed in truth
Truth of the liars, scared to admit
and beleive in eternal paradise
blinded witht he fact they are living in hell
and will die for judgment, and torture for their sacraments
Hearts, dead in stone
put a nail to it, and crack it with the hammer of life
For her love to god, converted to me
and my love of her, converted to hate for those she used to be
i would rise once again
for truth
for death
for justitie
And with the city of the dead behind me
in flames
i put my head up to the rain
and the pain can escape my vains
lost in the moment
i die
and i die again
for love
for hate
for you
"with thou dressed in lust,
and never let your beauty rust
Father who arn't in heaven
i ask you no more but
to make her love threaten more
than the highest fire
the roaring flame
the deadly fame
of my loving Claressa
Beauty in sin
Death in love
Lust in innocence
beast in cruelty
She is my love
my life
I am the grim reaper
she is my scyth
Without her love
Churches will burn to the fucking ground
until the day we meet again
i will kill your followers
Sheep in the skin of wolves
hiding behind you
i'm not scared
but they are
and they're the ones who beleive of your powers"
Screams of rape
torture
Your own fault
it is my satisfaction
Theyre fear
Intentions clear
we sqaundor the castle walls
as you do mine
In these gothic halls
Claressa calls my name
Whispers it as if death its self was calling for me
In the darkest day of love
Lust, is in its self not a life style as such
but maybe, we could adjust to it anyway
Give into our desires
Suck the blood of the living
Devour our souls
Destroy the pillars of our hearts
till they are mere ruins that used to be prestiuge collums
When Claressa was alive i could of compared her to a summers day
Not maybe now a dismal clench in the heart, of despair
A love of innocence that almost saved me, gone again
You took her away from me
The fall of my kingdom
The others will follow
And you will win
Tatal tau, fiul meu
A castigat batalia
Dar nu in razboiul
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Permalink Reply by SoN_oF_DaNTe on -
I loved your poem. It attracted me somehow.
Malice said:Another full moon (Love, Loss, Life, Death)
(Part 1:Love)
In the speed of the day
Light devoured by night
the end of innocence
a less understanding
doomed to this world
With a world you will never understand
full of people you wont understand too
and when your confused and don't know what to do
just turn away and look for help
but find just a black abyss
where things used to be so kind, it used to be so easy
With a black, heart, a black soul
soon a black physical manifest
I never will understand myself
i never can help myself
I make a foolish mistake it ruins my life
and those all around me
a innocent stir
it doesn't seem fair
that no one else can see
soon
another full moon
another day near the end
remember the days
just memories now
a blurry image soon to be forgotten
a heart torn between many souls
A life torn between a thousand Lives
and it makes me want to cry
nothing makes it better
than the satisfaction of a certain illness
or the spasm of muscles
generating a thousand thoughts before a climax of satisfaction
I can stand the feeling
I can stand the Sight
I can vary on the taste but can't endure the smell
of a thousand sins and lustfully thoughts
as we embrace in our love which is between dead and alive
A love like a ghost
Abit like the ghosts of children never to see the light
Or maybe it can all be easier when you can't think straight
When a temptation of various kinds affects your vision and thought
you feel invincible but deep inside it slowly kills you
but you love it anyway because it makes the pain go away
Physical and mental
but you never can understand
just this hurts
a groping inside my skull
my heart collapsing
my lungs feel heavy
i don't know why
but i don't want to even imagine
so let me kiss your lips again
i desire to kiss another
But also yours
for ever the desire for others
will be pro-longed
until faith plays its part
and our kingdom falls
(Part 2:Loss)
When your lost and stranded
and no place to go
for all those so close fade away
in a age of no innocence
with a life ahead
where is the justice in it all
it saddens one to know
your the only one they trust
or that your the only one they feel cares
or understands
it makes me feel special in a way i want to cry
so you just play along with it all
In a shamble of dying love
lost in your life
ina surrounding so clear
but it still seems different
from when innocence was here
and its dark, and in the rain
or when the sun is shining
its all the same misery
when you cant go nowhere
and nobody will care
all because they don't want to understand
And soon
The full moon
to repeat this pain again
and just when
will it end
anything, everything, nothing
come home
even though you can't
(Part 3:Life)
"Death, in it's own way, isn't the end, but the beginning, but still you are scared"
You know how the world feels
dying
slowly
surrounded by pain sorrow and misery
Life is without its own charm
A distance between us yet i still feel for you
you seem so fine
But when what happens, happens i will be able to tell
Such luck, is never without its bad points
and soon what you took for granted will be took back off you again
I'm Sorry for deserting you
Your mouth would only salsify when it's granting me sexual pleasure
Yet for the others around you, i still feel your sorrow
(part 4:Death)
In a forest full of dreams
a city full of nightmares
we will find true love
live happily ever after
and die again
for now a days
understanding, strays
like a lost soul from its host
crucified by your own nails
everything you ever do is inevitable your own fault
I'm sorry sometimes the truth is hard to hear
sometimes it might be even hard to bear
but when is said and done
and the words are set in stone
it would be better off if i was alone
for the death and the life
and everything in between
whats the point?
wheres the life
i can hear you die
For now the clock strikes twelve
the moon is about to pass
i receive a painfully nostalgia
im sorry your better than me
but through all this i have learned
Life is the Disease, Pain is the Drug, And death is the cure
Life is the Disease, Pain is the Drug, And death is the cure
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Permalink Reply by BloodLust on -
In The Corner Of The Pentagram
The Darkness Begins To Seep Through The Light
Oh Dear, It's Coming Back.
Separating Flesh From Bone
Where All Deepest Secrets Roam
Secrets Of Ancient Lore
Began To Come Ashore
It Had Never Really Gone.
The Silence Hung Too Long
For Weeks, I Still Heard Its Song
Tragic And Cruel, It Covers My Dawn
Their Smiles, Defile
Saints Tremble In The Forbidden Grave
The Dial, On Trial
Crumble In The Wind Of Midsummer's Wave
But, It Lays Within My Heart
It's Silently Tearing Me Apart
No More Beauty, All Just Pain
Again, It's Begun To Drive Me Insane
Tears Are Falling Once More
Hypocrisy Of The Babylon Whore
Its Poison Is Filling My Veins
A Scream Similar To Nero's Roar
Moonlight In My Eyes
Lungs Breathing Sighs
Blood On My Tongue
A Flood Of Crimson
It's Always With Me
In The Darkness And In The Light
Tearing Through The Innocence
Leaving Only Shards Of Midnight
Sick And Vile As A Necrophile
The Church Bells Seek Their Glory
For All Is Silent, In The Torrent
Of My Kingdom By The Sea
Will You Come For Me?
When Death Is Knocking
Upon My Crimson Door?
Give Me Eden After The Flood
Will You Cross The Waves Of Blood
To Run And Rescue Me?
Or Am I She That Shall Rescue Thee?
Well, We Shall See... Won't We?
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Permalink Reply by DARK DREAMER on
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I don't know why I'm sharing this: I wrote this just now, and in a short time and I usually don't like people to read my writing but what the hell? If you think it sucks, please spare me and don't say anything. It has not really been edited and is somewhat incomplete but this is just from the top of head right now.
The salty liquid flows down both cheeks
The pain so real, unable to speak
Hope never felt so unatainable
What shall be unveiled of this fable
Reveries dying, left in the shadows
Nightmares enter through open windows
The stitches of the past dehisce
Saddness pours out like blood from a wrist
Paralysis begins from within
Hindering thoughts, leading to sin
The salty liquid pools on the floor
A horrid clairvoyant,......never saw this once more
Struggles with darkness to ascertain the light
......then slowly, slowly, ascends the fight
For reasons unknown a force is delivered
The nightmares cease and blackness is withered
Iniquitous energies shall not prevail here
Primordial light preludes life without fear
Softly, slowly descends the liquid now
The salt, dessicated, vanished from the brow
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Permalink Reply by Rev. Fenriz Ulven on -
Nice,I like!
DARK DREAMER said:I don't know why I'm sharing this: I wrote this just now, and in a short time and I usually don't like people to read my writing but what the hell? If you think it sucks, please spare me and don't say anything. It has not really been edited and is somewhat incomplete but this is just from the top of head right now.
The salty liquid flows down both cheeks
The pain so real, unable to speak
Hope never felt so unatainable
What shall be unveiled of this fable
Reveries dying, left in the shadows
Nightmares enter through open windows
The stitches of the past dehisce
Saddness pours out like blood from a wrist
Paralysis begins from within
Hindering thoughts, leading to sin
The salty liquid pools on the floor
A horrid clairvoyant,......never saw this once more
Struggles with darkness to ascertain the light
......then slowly, slowly, ascends the fight
For reasons unknown a force is delivered
The nightmares cease and blackness is withered
Iniquitous energies shall not prevail here
Primordial light preludes life without fear
Softly, slowly descends the liquid now
The salt, dessicated, vanished from the brow
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Permalink Reply by DARK DREAMER on
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Thank you! Simple and short I know, but real........
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Permalink Reply by DARK DREAMER on
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Thank you. I was hesitant to post since I am highly critical of myself but I am glad I did!
tobe said:to DARK DREAMER :i like your poem very much!:D
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