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For all of you who want to share your poetry, please post and discuss it here so its easier for everyone to find.
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Permalink Reply by Vladimyr Blaspheme on -
ow. lol that sounds painful as all hell. :( damn dude that just sounds like it sucks.
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Permalink Reply by David Angel on -
I wrote a song, dedicated to Cradle of Filth. They inspired me to write this, mind you this was quite a while ago.
© III Burning Heaven: Gabrielle's Aria
The eclipse on the vitreous moon,
Vicariously excited,
The bliss on the maledicted rune,
Obelisks cross my path,
Yet I pacify the dark lady,
Woe, Is the satyric man,
Who howls beneath the moon,
That sways next to macabre stars,
Oblivious of what I had ruined,
An icy breath abroad,
The castle surrounded by a halo of ravens,
Moonstruck by the light of Heaven,
Lustrous on first sight,
She, As benign and gentle as she may be,
Her harp strung,
With the manevolent look in her eyes
She deviates the way,
I follow her too,
Like the virgin hand that she sways,
The malignant lips of her,
Wishing me harm,
Wishing to bedwed my lycanthropic lure,
A veiled womb to resume,
My only control,
Gone too Soon!
"Caress me, My malignant Count, for I succumb thee into an inverted Christ, join my Shangri-la, I am a paragon of burning heaven, breathe into me fateful incubus, I shall no longer breathe the air of Man..."
A harvest moon,
Crossing my path,
The spells of Winter,
The declares my patience,
Alas,
For it must be a flag of truce in burning heaven,
I must pander her needs,
For she draughts my only hope,
As the darker spheres of the lustrous sky go away,
I slowly transform,
And appeal the lycan way.
Queen of my Gothic winter,
Thou takes the azure.
Vampyric and Lycanthropic,
I fall before thee Queen,
In raven feathered dress,
Let us feed our lusts,
On the blood of the weak,
To rule the Heaven's,
And other world's crawling beneath Hellish Earth.
Amour!
Take mihi absentis, Rid Mihi Of Meus Sins, Adficio Meus Moestitia
(Take Me Away, Rid Me Of My Sins, Drain My Sorrow)
Mortè!
Vindico Mei Votum, Reprobo Meus Tantum Lux lucis, Reprobo Sarcalogos
(Punish Mine Desire, Reject My Only Light, Reject Christ)
Lycanthropic language,
Morbidict gorge,
Shine to me,
The light of thy torch...
No more will I cry,
No more shall I try,
Fragrant succubus,
Thou betrays me,
Thou gives me lies,
This madness created,
In the garden swelled with terror.
Serpentine daemon,
Shall thou fall from grace,
Let my dark seed,
Into thy satanic gate,
Thin thy frost,
Lisp to me,
Dominate me,
For eternity.
Lest the lurid moon blooms,
And returns my immortal evil,
The pagan stars to accrue,
My curse to lurk the lovesick appeal...
Shall thou lynch my suicide,
To the Christian democracy,
Enslaved by their succulent lies,
In the arms of sweet,
Exhausted, Lustful Heaven,
Replaced by the hellhounds,
That claw through my flesh,
Like a Ravenous Angel,
Down to Necropolis,
Make this Madonna,
Faithful Elizabeth,
Disappear...
Amour!
Take mihi absentis, Rid Mihi Of Meus Sins, Adficio Meus Moestitia
(Take Me Away, Rid Me Of My Sins, Drain My Sorrow)
Mortè!
Vindico Mei Votum, Reprobo Meus Tantum Lux lucis, Reprobo Sarcalogos
(Punish Mine Desire, Reject My Only Light, Reject Christ)
Widowed whore,
Grace me with thy prescence,
Open doors,
And Outwore,
Guilty in the thirteen winters,
That pass by,
The tragedy,
Like in vain splinters,
Wretched sacrifice,
To the devil.
Possesed With Denial!
Her garment,
Gaited by the cunt,
Moving slowly...
But!
She realized,
'Twas too late for apologies,
Cries and Tries,
Would soon end up as her suicide.
"My looking glass, she betrays me, I wont kiss the devil's hand, Grace him, I shall not! Before I depart this cursed land, I first shall write my note of charming pasts"
Too late,
Had I arrived,
For there she had been,
Bound by Death's grasp,
Her wrists lacerated,
In the conjugal pool of her dark blood,
Beside her,
Had been the note,
That before departing,
Would growl at the punishmet of Earth's Mortals!
"Dear Count, I have not left thee with mine death, But with the abomination that dwelss and bare a damnful year, I am too fatigue, It is darker today, I must fall down before Death himself, I shall not pay the basilisk, Gabrielle, For she bandaged mine lost lust, But now wants her pay..."
Quickly,
I had known,
Would it had been for the pact,
God's abomination would have not,
Taken her from me,
I know now the pact,
And quickly ran to Gabrielle's room.
There,
She had been,
The smile on her face,
Yet I could do nothing,
For she was fallen from grace,
A New-Born,
With a veil upon her face,
I knew now,
This was both Heaven's Gift for me,
And Hell's curse too...
" We, The Damned, Shan't Repeal The Prophecy, And For No Reason, Shall I Let Thee Sacrifice The Veiled Blood, Of Gabrielle, Azazeals Daughter, And Thou Shall Be Her Incubus..."
I turned around,
And therein sat Satan himself,
I cried to him,
To return her to me,
But the dead adored her,
The new door,
The new impassive whore..
:)
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Permalink Reply by David Angel on
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The Story of Irony
By: David Angel
A succubus,
Dancing macabre with an illuminous light,
the last temptation of night,
Her name,
So solemn, so broken,
Her name was Irony,
Casting her act onto the stage,
As greif sung her song,
She lifts her head,
to the dark, malevolent sky,
Drowning in fathomless dreams,
Where all virtue in sea had seemed,
to arise in pleas,
Irony rose her arms to the sound of her knell,
the infernal task of two morals,
she ties belief to serenity,
Conspired to dance the pagan way,
Twisting the lies,
and Entwining them into truths,
She falls on her knees,
screeching her sorrow,
as Greif sings louder,
Sorrow takes her place unto the set,
Takes Irony by the hand,
and a kiss on the cheek is all it takes,
for herself to become dead,
kisses at her feet and unearthly enemies,
were creating with venemous seas,
the chora grow with melancholy,
an orchestra of such voices,
speaking of loss and gain,
Irony turns her head,
the applause is embedded,
yet there she stays,
as she opens her arms to sway,
she embraces death,
as pain looks her in the eyes,
and greif sings a final song,
then...
On the final note,
midnight strikes,
and all becomes lost in a realm of uncertainty....
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Permalink Reply by Goddess_of_Darkness_Supreme on -
personally, i found this a little hard to follow and understand. :\
David Angel said:I wrote a song, dedicated to Cradle of Filth. They inspired me to write this, mind you this was quite a while ago.
© III Burning Heaven: Gabrielle's Aria
The eclipse on the vitreous moon,
Vicariously excited,
The bliss on the maledicted rune,
Obelisks cross my path,
Yet I pacify the dark lady,
Woe, Is the satyric man,
Who howls beneath the moon,
That sways next to macabre stars,
Oblivious of what I had ruined,
An icy breath abroad,
The castle surrounded by a halo of ravens,
Moonstruck by the light of Heaven,
Lustrous on first sight,
She, As benign and gentle as she may be,
Her harp strung,
With the manevolent look in her eyes
She deviates the way,
I follow her too,
Like the virgin hand that she sways,
The malignant lips of her,
Wishing me harm,
Wishing to bedwed my lycanthropic lure,
A veiled womb to resume,
My only control,
Gone too Soon!
"Caress me, My malignant Count, for I succumb thee into an inverted Christ, join my Shangri-la, I am a paragon of burning heaven, breathe into me fateful incubus, I shall no longer breathe the air of Man..."
A harvest moon,
Crossing my path,
The spells of Winter,
The declares my patience,
Alas,
For it must be a flag of truce in burning heaven,
I must pander her needs,
For she draughts my only hope,
As the darker spheres of the lustrous sky go away,
I slowly transform,
And appeal the lycan way.
Queen of my Gothic winter,
Thou takes the azure.
Vampyric and Lycanthropic,
I fall before thee Queen,
In raven feathered dress,
Let us feed our lusts,
On the blood of the weak,
To rule the Heaven's,
And other world's crawling beneath Hellish Earth.
Amour!
Take mihi absentis, Rid Mihi Of Meus Sins, Adficio Meus Moestitia
(Take Me Away, Rid Me Of My Sins, Drain My Sorrow)
Mortè!
Vindico Mei Votum, Reprobo Meus Tantum Lux lucis, Reprobo Sarcalogos
(Punish Mine Desire, Reject My Only Light, Reject Christ)
Lycanthropic language,
Morbidict gorge,
Shine to me,
The light of thy torch...
No more will I cry,
No more shall I try,
Fragrant succubus,
Thou betrays me,
Thou gives me lies,
This madness created,
In the garden swelled with terror.
Serpentine daemon,
Shall thou fall from grace,
Let my dark seed,
Into thy satanic gate,
Thin thy frost,
Lisp to me,
Dominate me,
For eternity.
Lest the lurid moon blooms,
And returns my immortal evil,
The pagan stars to accrue,
My curse to lurk the lovesick appeal...
Shall thou lynch my suicide,
To the Christian democracy,
Enslaved by their succulent lies,
In the arms of sweet,
Exhausted, Lustful Heaven,
Replaced by the hellhounds,
That claw through my flesh,
Like a Ravenous Angel,
Down to Necropolis,
Make this Madonna,
Faithful Elizabeth,
Disappear...
Amour!
Take mihi absentis, Rid Mihi Of Meus Sins, Adficio Meus Moestitia
(Take Me Away, Rid Me Of My Sins, Drain My Sorrow)
Mortè!
Vindico Mei Votum, Reprobo Meus Tantum Lux lucis, Reprobo Sarcalogos
(Punish Mine Desire, Reject My Only Light, Reject Christ)
Widowed whore,
Grace me with thy prescence,
Open doors,
And Outwore,
Guilty in the thirteen winters,
That pass by,
The tragedy,
Like in vain splinters,
Wretched sacrifice,
To the devil.
Possesed With Denial!
Her garment,
Gaited by the cunt,
Moving slowly...
But!
She realized,
'Twas too late for apologies,
Cries and Tries,
Would soon end up as her suicide.
"My looking glass, she betrays me, I wont kiss the devil's hand, Grace him, I shall not! Before I depart this cursed land, I first shall write my note of charming pasts"
Too late,
Had I arrived,
For there she had been,
Bound by Death's grasp,
Her wrists lacerated,
In the conjugal pool of her dark blood,
Beside her,
Had been the note,
That before departing,
Would growl at the punishmet of Earth's Mortals!
"Dear Count, I have not left thee with mine death, But with the abomination that dwelss and bare a damnful year, I am too fatigue, It is darker today, I must fall down before Death himself, I shall not pay the basilisk, Gabrielle, For she bandaged mine lost lust, But now wants her pay..."
Quickly,
I had known,
Would it had been for the pact,
God's abomination would have not,
Taken her from me,
I know now the pact,
And quickly ran to Gabrielle's room.
There,
She had been,
The smile on her face,
Yet I could do nothing,
For she was fallen from grace,
A New-Born,
With a veil upon her face,
I knew now,
This was both Heaven's Gift for me,
And Hell's curse too...
" We, The Damned, Shan't Repeal The Prophecy, And For No Reason, Shall I Let Thee Sacrifice The Veiled Blood, Of Gabrielle, Azazeals Daughter, And Thou Shall Be Her Incubus..."
I turned around,
And therein sat Satan himself,
I cried to him,
To return her to me,
But the dead adored her,
The new door,
The new impassive whore..
:)
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Permalink Reply by Zach Smith on -
Bloodied hands pressed against the glass,
as the dead man begs for one last chance,
the life he lived they won't forget,
they feel neither pity nor regret,
facing defeat as he feels his life fade,
alas he'll never again see the light of day,
nor the people whom he betrayed
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Permalink Reply by Goddess_of_Darkness_Supreme on
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i love this poem. it was amazing :D
Zach Smith said:Bloodied hands pressed against the glass,
as the dead man begs for one last chance,
the life he lived they won't forget,
they feel neither pity nor regret,
facing defeat as he feels his life fade,
alas he'll never again see the light of day,
nor the people whom he betrayed
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Permalink Reply by Zach Smith on
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Thanks!
SimplisticallyHereAlone said:i love this poem. it was amazing :D
Zach Smith said:Bloodied hands pressed against the glass,
as the dead man begs for one last chance,
the life he lived they won't forget,
they feel neither pity nor regret,
facing defeat as he feels his life fade,
alas he'll never again see the light of day,
nor the people whom he betrayed
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Permalink Reply by Vladimyr Blaspheme on
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M'lady pallid,
o her, dweller of bleak forestry,
countess of olden days,
her daunting stare,
and her beauty bared,
are chained to that place,
o my lady of the ledge.
The trees send the shivers,
through emitting the whispers from her breathless mouth,
guiding me to ask just this,
"o my cold usher of Dighton lore,
did'st thou embrace suicide?
did thou die where the demons play,
where the secrets stay,
or where the darkest shadows hide?"
the guise of night shoots its narrow rays,
to concentarte her somber glare,
o my lady of the ledge,
she once saith "Leap to my death do I,
for it seems Life cuts deeper then thirsty knives."
this she breathed,
she then lept,
and except her corpse rippling the water,
back to silence the woods had crept,
her figure had drown'd there,
she'd not but shot her her spectral stare,
glare did her wraith,
o my lady of the ledge,
dying by the river-palace of bridgewater,
she's chained to that place,
no more to grace me with her lips,
but only to gaze at passerby, whilst I mourn,
her eyes fixed, sylph-like, 'twas her face,
and there she's contained,
my lady of the ledge, my darling to scorn,
who died at this river-palace of Bridgewater,
her aptly tokened slaughter,
had caught her,
trimmed her love dim,
self offered was her sadder fate,
o my dearest ghost in lunar limelight,
my sweet wraith,
my lady of the ledge.
Historical Reference: This poem is not only a work of mine, but a historical tell-tale of folklore. It is such because the small town of Freetown, MA, has a forest owned by the Wampanoag Native American Tribe (I am wampanoag native american, but that's digressing from this poem's summary) and it is called the Dighton forest, in Bridgewater county. It is said that the forest itself is haunted and terrorized by various ghouls and monstrocities, many of which are malevolent or somber in nature. They are said to reside at a ledge, the infamous Dighton ledge, where many suicides, murders, and other atrocities have taken place. One of the most famous ghosts accounted on the ledge of Dighton is the Lady of the Dighton ledge. She is said to be a woman who glares from across the river that the ledge perched itself upon. This spirit is assumed to be the ghost of a suicide victim, or even possibly a rape/murder victim. She is said to be dressed in an older fashoined gown, and disappears after breathing heavily from across the ledge as what local land surveyors, hitchhikers, and tourists have stated. After seeing said entity, spotters say they begin to feel a sudden sadness or depressive state set upon them after she disappears, as though they feel remorse or pity for her. Most people tend to run in fear of her disappearing, considering it's a sign of sheer paranormality. Now I'm sure you see where I used the historical names/likenesses of some aspects of sightings and recent reports. Bridgewater Palace obviously meaning the county of Bridgewater, "Dighton Lore" self explanitorialy depicting the stories and horror tales of the Dighton Forest, and the lines "The trees send their shivers, through emitting the whispers of her" meaning that a shiver runs up a person's back when they hear her heavy breathing, whispers being the word I chose only for a lyrical sense of rythm and flow. The poem also portrays what I believe happened the night she died, I think she's a suicidee who killed herself because her life troubles were extensively traumatic, and I believe this due to common town beliefs and stories. Tell me what you think. :)
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Permalink Reply by Kevin Hall on -
I read the reference first, made the poem immediately clear ... had I not, I may have had a different perspective. Would suggest using a short preamble like this before the poem as it certainly made a difference. I mean instead of "just another poem" it gave focus ... I didn't skip through, it had meaning.
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Permalink Reply by Cruel_Destiny on -
Into the measureless gaps of creation
we fold into the dank abyss.
Secrets held in scarlet chest
forever locked through our ignorance.
The immortals cannot pry away from dead cold fingers.
As far as that bastard threw his gift ,
his begotten fatherless minions scour for scraps of the feast
, tarnished by their unwanted being.
To you I speak.... Left me to want , desire fanned inferno, and you refuse pardon, my sight you revile no more.
Touching the farthest ornament
of this void always without reaching,
I am you . You are thine.
The nebulae a stellar fixture
in which our souls entwine.
Grovel at you they may ,
be wiser and leave you a shallow grave.
May it be frostbitten
like your empty promises day after endless day.
The night is mine , dusk your siege ,
we are the few, and you no longer the one.
To You I speak.....Left me to want , desire fanned inferno, and you refuse pardon, my sight you revile no more.
The stench of pardon, I am freed and you captor of bewilderment , I worship everything.
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Permalink Reply by Goddess_of_Darkness_Supreme on
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Hey, i havent posted one in a while, so tell me what you think…
This knife in my hand
Looks all too grand.
Press the blade against mu skin.
Help me commit the ultimate sin.
Why did you cause me this pain?
Honestly, what did you have to gain?
Blood pours down my skin.
Oh, darkness, set in.
My blood is everywhere,
But you don’t care.
You tempted me with your body,
Made me feel like a somebody.
I took the bait,
And now darkness is my fate.
You took it all away.
Now I am forced back to the gray.
Press the blade deep,
Yet, you ignore my dying weep.
Rage and hurt fill me,
But you don’t see
The pain you cause.
Oh, someone get the gauze.
Look at what you’ve done.
The knife is now replaced with a gun.
Cool metal against my head,
Oh, how I long to be dead.
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Permalink Reply by Gabriel Farias Duarte on -
It seems cool to me ^^.
SimplisticallyHereAlone said:Hey, i havent posted one in a while, so tell me what you think…
This knife in my hand
Looks all too grand.
Press the blade against mu skin.
Help me commit the ultimate sin.
Why did you cause me this pain?
Honestly, what did you have to gain?
Blood pours down my skin.
Oh, darkness, set in.
My blood is everywhere,
But you don’t care.
You tempted me with your body,
Made me feel like a somebody.
I took the bait,
And now darkness is my fate.
You took it all away.
Now I am forced back to the gray.
Press the blade deep,
Yet, you ignore my dying weep.
Rage and hurt fill me,
But you don’t see
The pain you cause.
Oh, someone get the gauze.
Look at what you’ve done.
The knife is now replaced with a gun.
Cool metal against my head,
Oh, how I long to be dead.
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