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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:43 pm
Kitana Saito St.Skylar Another poem by me that I will most likey extend into a song: (oh, and by the way, any poems I post up here that are on my poem website are copyrighted by its agreement, IT RULES!!! xd so no stealy) your flesh was the canvas and my knife was the brush you screamed a little every time they touched but it didn't last long because my art is so swift and the feeling was so strong I knew exactly what I was doing I couldn't go wrong I made you scream I made you bleed I made you my masterpiece This is REALLY good! *pats* 3nodding thanks. did you read this one? click this
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:45 pm
JudasAcolyte I decided to post my really long one. Its about a man, or an angel rather, who has been... ya know what, figure it out yourself. if after reading it you still cant figue it out PM meill fill you in, if there are any words you dont understand look em up. written in a semi-olde style wording, so if you think my grammer is off, its not. In the Mirror Blood shot eyes and matted hair,
A plain straight face,
And emotionless stare,
All that is, all I will be,
Is who I am?
Can this be me?
The bloody hands, the faded flesh,
From the saw that kills a tree,
I broke the skin I saw the blood,
I stood and shook with pain.
It hurt so much, but I couldn’t feel,
Nor hear neither gasp nor breath.
I thought this could be the end I thought this could be death.
But the blood it still ran down my arms,
And stained my shirt beneath.
The saw, the axe, the blade, the knife,
That I did unsheathe.
I felt pain but it was fading,
Just like the scars in time,
I couldn’t help it I shook and shivered
With neither reason nor rhyme.
I felt the blood go to my head and begin to cloud my mind.
The eyes now dull once that were,
Just as sharp as a hawks,
But now they lay useless beneath the long brown locks.
Nothing to see nothing to hear my senses they grew dull,
It will soon be nothing but a rotted skull.
My eyes my life they all grow dull,
As I watch and wait,
I am No longer seraphim, and no longer great,
I sit a grigori, a watcher, and I watch and I wait.
I watch and wait for a time that I will be wanted,
Until then my eyes my face,
Will just seem dark and haunted.
The terms now used that once had meaning,
Goth, demonic, the definitions that are fleeting.
From the ashes like a phoenix I will arise,
And you will all perish under the gaze of my eyes.
The black, the dark, and the night it scares, all who still fear.
But I’ve come so damn close, Death is coming near.
He comes and watches just as I once did,
b*****d Spawn of Satan and Sin,
From his gaze many a mortal, they have run and hid.
But I am not afraid to die, I will stand alone.
And through the pain I will not sigh nor let out a groan,
I will feel the blade upon my flesh and I will be relieved,
For all that is and all that was vanishes in the steam.
And as his scythe slashes my throat,
I smile as I die for I know what comes next,
I open my covered eye.
I look around to see that there is dark.
All I hear is the breaking sound of a lark.
I blink once, two times, more and there I begin to see
The reflection of a demon staring back at me.
I feel as though that I'm possessed yet I’m still in control,
It seems all my dreaming has begun to take its toll.
I stare at the mirror with ner a change for many a waking hour.
It seems this glass with its glaze my soul has come to devour.
It ripples and shakes it sucks me in and never again will I grin,
After the horrors of that place you’d think my world
Would be full of grace but it only gets worse as time goes on
All Hell is loose for the demon spawn.
I shake my head and once more I peer into the dark,
Still I hear that call, that sound of the meadow lark.
It emanates through the air with a vibrant ring,
I can tell that that bird is a beautiful thing.
If only the sky would show me a sign that every thing is fine,
I wouldn’t have to stand here until the end of time,
Staring at the mirror only to have it stare
Back at me, my reflection it dost bear
The light of heaven is soon to fade and through the River Styx I shall wade,
On my way through Hell and back to see the man, the demon of black.
I wake again from my frozen trance only but to find,
The bleeding has stopped and the fog has cleared my mind.
I stare again into the dark and hear once again, the dreadful sound of silence
Punctuated only by my rasping breath, cold as ice inside the room,
And I can see my breath if only I could see the light at the other end.
In the Mirror I stare to never turn away.
I stand there and wait for that fateful day,
The day I will be recognized as one who’s price has been paid.
The grigori the watchers they would sure be proud,
That I watch over man from below the clouds.
Never again to see the light of day,
Perhaps there is another, larger debt to pay.
This is my mirror this is my life,
Damned until the end, never to turn away,
Until my life it mends.
All these memories they cannot be mine,
I am just a filter until the end of time.
This mirror is the end of all thoughts and pains,
I must feel them all and listen to the rain.
The lark dies and is no more never to have had,
The pains of the human race,
Emotions good or bad.
I get the wounds, all but the dead,
Their pain is filtered through,
If when only they died,
I would die too.
But I must remain before the reflection aghast.
This wretched place my memories they will never last.
One day I will be disposed of but another will come in turn,
He will come to hate this place, pain, he will learn.
But until then I remain the last filter of the dammed,
The pained the sick the sorrowed them all, my own life was banned.
Until the day I find another to take my place,
My eyes will be bloodshot,
My hair a wreck,
And the emotionless expression will remain unchanged settled on my face. Amazing and simply beautiful. Bravo! I can do naught but bow to amazing pieces such as this. You have my admiration. Encore.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:11 pm
This one just came to me...It is the first one that I wrote in a while that rhymes.
If only he knew his rage was blind; Severs the heart and through the spine.
He rips the visage of once proclaimed; Closest to heart and never betrayed.
Once a lover and always to be; the closest one to me.
-Kit-
I know it isnt that great but it describes my emotions perfectly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 12:35 am
Kitana Saito This one just came to me...It is the first one that I wrote in a while that rhymes. If only he knew his rage was blind; Severs the heart and through the spine. He rips the visage of once proclaimed; Closest to heart and never betrayed. Once a lover and always to be; the closest one to me. -Kit- I know it isnt that great but it describes my emotions perfectly. this is EXCELLENT. never doubt your skill, Kitana.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 12:41 am
the other day my dad pissed me off a little... i stayed home sick from school because my sinuses had swollen up so much i couldn't think straight. my dad bitched at me for not going to school ( scream it's the first ******** time this year!) and i built up alot of emotion over that... i realized how much he ******** pisses me off, and, as much of a p***y i was over this, i wrote this crying. it's not nearly as complex and intricate as my other poetry, it sounds really angsty, and i don't think it's very good (it rhymes, and i suck at rhyming), but it has meaning and depth to me, and it really is written from the heart.
Seventeen Years of Supressed Hellfire
"Ripped out my wings
And crushed my dreams
With a low-slung head
He's left me for dead
I'll burn all in my way
Bring destruction upon this day
A vendetta of hatred
Our relationship, contorted
You've shown me fear, you've shown me pain
Indescribable horror and indominable shame
But now I'll rise high above your crimes
I'm seizing this day, and taking back what's mine
I'll re-grow my wings and leave this hell
And abandon this childish, suffering shell
I am my own man, and I'll do as I please
And I'll walk straight forward on my own two feet"
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 6:01 am
Something Viole(n)t
(response to Parabol by Tool)
Single notes in liquid silence.
Swirling matter, colorless.
Deep and soft; a wordless voice coiling placidly outward.
Sighs of black and silver, quiet pooling in its wake.
Creatures in the dark- not monsters- slithering out in dozens.
Unseen, heard clearly.
Beauty in sickening shades-unpleasant truths.
Spirals grow spikes, changing always.
Spreading up further to an invisible ceiling.
A shape of mysterious color drops down unceremoniously.
Shock!
Pain?
Fear.
A apple lays dormant.
Blend into shades unfamiliar.
Something viole(n)t has no place here.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 1:06 pm
((Meep, made this up off of the top of my head right now...))
Watch the angels fall from the burning skies
Light heaven on chaotic flames, destroying purity
With a demonic laugh, hear the hopeless screams
Flapping fiery wings, charred feathers floating down
Stain the ground with blood of fallen angels
Destroy them with an apathetic strike
Smile at their pleading cries, apathetic to their pain
Slash the snow white skin, steal their souls
Berserk rage, fueled by liquid crimson
Slaughter any sign of life, any breath
Evil constantly prevails, good stands no chance
Welcome... to the hellish world of my mind...
((No need to tell me how terrible it is. I know.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:37 pm
Here's a few of mine. I'm loving some of the talent I've seen in this guild. Hopefully this is a decent contribution. ^^
Upon the Wings of Disgrace
I peel back the skin
That holds back the secrets
The secrets that scream out for knowledge
Control the damned thoughts of a life so senseless
While the sands of time fall through my finger tips
Waking up and opening my mind to this grim reality
Of what is real or make believe
On the wings of
Disgrace
we're put into our place
On the wings of
Disgrace
the mirror will not show my face
The saddest memories of what have been and will become
Dampen even the brightest day
Through the paintings on the walls of hope
I have seen the most positive fade away
You laid me here on these sheets
Of dead skin and memories
Another nail shatters through
The silence of another night
Pull harder on these strings
Contort my mind, body, everything
Just another false hope another decaying dream
On the wings of
Disgrace
Life was never meant to be a race
On the wings of
Disgrace
Accept your fate and take your place
Feed the fire with these memories
We dont need them anymore
We'll use the ones we have to keep us warm
Nowhere is as warm as here
One More Broken Mirror the title doen't really fit...
Your doom surrounded by the night
No one ever loved us right
We paid with blood and all our strength
To a world that never cared
The candle burns with it's cold fire
Sapping my world of all thats left
I've come all this way to kill you now
To show the truth: I'm scared to live
Blow out the light and let me fall
My way to sleep shall be my last
I'm tired of dreaming for untrue answers
These ******** lies shall be my end
I had a dream from death tonight
He rose from the ground in front of me
Scared, I took his hand tonight
Are you the one who'll love us right?
I had a dream from death tonight
He offered his kind hand to me
Scared, I took his hand tonight
And followed him into the light
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Clasion Rainheart Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:50 pm
Damn. @-@; If only we could all get on at once. e.e; We could start a song writting project. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:50 pm
eek I know! Most of the people in here are SO good! But..I dun think you will need my help. lol emo
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:12 pm
Hey this is another one that i am currently performing as a song... still copyrighted though. we are going on tour... just local one but a tour none the less. this is a short one for a song: Fed Up
Poets should be allowed to express
Whatever it is they feel
But when you come at me with s**t like this
I find it difficult to deal
With all the teenagers and their angstful woes
And the wannabe Byrons and the wish-they-were-Poes
And all of the empty ranting prose
With the run-on sentences and misspelled words
Where is the dictionary?
Nobody knows
Besides all the sheep and their ever-growing herds
The wannabe goths with their ravens and blood
And the relentless punks about the government
All of the hippies who are covered in mud
And the mass conversion they all underwent
Along with life's trials and its many toils
You think you've finally might have made it
Because you've got your own page on a poetry site
To write about all of love's sour spoils
And you expect me to read it and rate it?
If you can't even double back
And double check your spelling
What makes you think I'm gonna read that crap
And buy all the s**t that you're selling?
Put in some time and some tears and some meaning
If you write without feeling
You're not a poet - you're dreaming
Write what you feel
Not what you expect
Others to say on your commenting page
Write what you know and the desired effect
Will make itself known through time and through age
And you'll garner other poets' wordy respect
And you will gather the wisdom of the inspired sage THIS IS NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE IN THIS TOPIC.IF IT DOES I AM SORRY BUT IT WAS NOT POINTED TOWARDS ANYONE HERE. IT IS ABOUT THESE PEOPLE IN MY SCHOOL
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:52 pm
everything i've seen posted here has been excellent work.
none of you are bad poets. NONE of you. all of you have great writing skills, and have some serious potential if you put your mind to it. especially BleedingCrimsonBlood, that's actually pretty decent for something on the spot! better than what i can write, i'll tell you that much.
though, my favorite i've seen of the more recent posts is Rei Rei's. your work is incredible.
DAMNIT KITANA, STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN. YOUR WORK IS SHORT, BUT SPECTACULAR! blaugh
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 1:54 pm
Its a work in progress. Tell me Whatcha think
Black Light Sun
A world on fire
Seas of Chaos
Do You Feel, What is To Come?
Wear ecclesiastical attire
Doom Comes Today
Its Your Funeral. You Must Succumb
Can You See Why its Over?
Do you see the tanks firing on your life?
Best Grab Your Four Leaf Clover
You'll need all the luck you can get.
Bow Down, Its Your King
His Name is the economy
Bow Down Now Its your Queen
Her Name is Fake Autonomy
Say Hello To Our Black Light Sun
He Shines In Darkness Just For You
He'll Shine on us until its done
Until The Next Life, I Bid you Adieu
Government is a Sin, But So is Anarchy
Cant You See Your God Does not Agree
Its as Simple as ABC
This Isnt a Tollerable Degree
Glaciers Melting
Fires Starting
People Dying
Start Defying
Where Are you?
Say Hello To Our Black Light Sun
He Shines In Darkness Just For You
He'll Shine on us until its done
Until The Next Life, I Bid you Adieu
Say Hello To Our Black Light Sun
He Shines In Darkness Just For You
He'll Shine on us until its done
Until The Next Life, I Bid you Adieu
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 4:38 pm
MIND CONTROL
I'm not allowed to think for myself since I'm always wrong.
Your torture is slow and long.
I try to run but you always follow.
You fill my life with pain and sorrow.
You take over my mind.
Please let go.
I'm not young anymore.
Stop being my brain- I have my own.
You're holding too tight and it's just not right.
Step back and let me breathe.
I really have to leave.
It pains me to stay here with you.
You're always thinking for me like I'm two.
Just go away. Let me think on my own.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:30 pm
Pretty Good, My Only one comment would be make the 2nd line longer or shorten the first one, kinda screws with the rhythem of it, unless its a song, then it doesnt matter as much =x
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