so please don't try to take them. I would appreciate it. You would appreciate it too for if you accidentally claimed a copyrighted one you would just look like an idiot... rofl I would laugh...then check and see if I could take you to court... smile
Please forgive me for the poll. I don't have a combination for if you liked more than one. I did this once with an anime thing and they didn't like that there wasn't a combination answer. Please choose the favorite that you like if you like more than one. Again I apologize.
Let the poems begin.
Night Riders
When night arrived so did we,
Riding horses as black as coal.
From the forest as quiet as space,
Cloaked in the same color as my soul.
For I’m the one called LivingDeath!
I’m leading my army across the plains.
Eyes glistening, the same color as blood,
One look would chill the blood in your veins.
Two swords sheathed at my sides,
Stained red from the blood of men.
In the saddle all night we’ll ride,
We kill whenever we can.
My men have been trained personally,
They dare not to disobey me.
Behind me they ride every night,
Charging to the next killing spree.
The screams of men ring out,
Blades clash and blood flows.
One more village is torn apart,
For when we fight anything goes!
When the sun rises we ride away,
To the darkness from whence we came.
Leaving death and destruction behind,
Knowing the next night will be the same.
Stay With Me
My soul barely lingers.
I remembered as I cried,
I cried as I was accused,
Accused of lies I never lied.
Tears under my eyes,
As my hair blows in the breeze.
Tears, they fall like in a race.
How they fall with such ease.
Looking at my fingers,
They are sticky with blood.
Holding myself in an embrace,
My body cold and covered in mud.
Mumbling my silent cries,
I’m remembering what you said.
We were both friends,
Both our hearts felt like lead.
My friend is dead,
And I should be too.
I don’t know why I’m alive,
I wish I could ask you.
I passed out cold.
When I regained the ability to breathe,
The first thing I found was you,
Now I can only grieve.
My eyes are red,
My throat is sore.
My body’s stiff,
And I can’t take no more.
The night grows old,
And beside you I’d still be,
If only those people hadn’t come!
They made you leave me.
When day finally comes,
I still can’t accept your death.
A rescue crew finds us,
They note your lack of breath.
They drag me away.
I’m put under accusing eyes.
They act like they believe my story,
I know they believe its lies.
Ringing in my eardrums,
Their asking me once more.
My stories constantly repeated,
My throats starting to get sore.
No, I’m not ok.
They won’t take me to you,
Saying I might be guilty,
And only you know it’s not true.
I was all alone.
Pronounced guilty without bail.
It’s been ten years,
Now I’m out of jail.
I missed you friend.
So when I did leave,
I tried to find you.
I just had to believe!
Finally it was known,
And now here I lay.
Against your polished grave,
The same place for all today.
This is the end.
I’ll use your favorite knife.
Across my throat so I can see,
You with me in the afterlife.
When night arrived so did we,
Riding horses as black as coal.
From the forest as quiet as space,
Cloaked in the same color as my soul.
For I’m the one called LivingDeath!
I’m leading my army across the plains.
Eyes glistening, the same color as blood,
One look would chill the blood in your veins.
Two swords sheathed at my sides,
Stained red from the blood of men.
In the saddle all night we’ll ride,
We kill whenever we can.
My men have been trained personally,
They dare not to disobey me.
Behind me they ride every night,
Charging to the next killing spree.
The screams of men ring out,
Blades clash and blood flows.
One more village is torn apart,
For when we fight anything goes!
When the sun rises we ride away,
To the darkness from whence we came.
Leaving death and destruction behind,
Knowing the next night will be the same.
Stay With Me
My soul barely lingers.
I remembered as I cried,
I cried as I was accused,
Accused of lies I never lied.
Tears under my eyes,
As my hair blows in the breeze.
Tears, they fall like in a race.
How they fall with such ease.
Looking at my fingers,
They are sticky with blood.
Holding myself in an embrace,
My body cold and covered in mud.
Mumbling my silent cries,
I’m remembering what you said.
We were both friends,
Both our hearts felt like lead.
My friend is dead,
And I should be too.
I don’t know why I’m alive,
I wish I could ask you.
I passed out cold.
When I regained the ability to breathe,
The first thing I found was you,
Now I can only grieve.
My eyes are red,
My throat is sore.
My body’s stiff,
And I can’t take no more.
The night grows old,
And beside you I’d still be,
If only those people hadn’t come!
They made you leave me.
When day finally comes,
I still can’t accept your death.
A rescue crew finds us,
They note your lack of breath.
They drag me away.
I’m put under accusing eyes.
They act like they believe my story,
I know they believe its lies.
Ringing in my eardrums,
Their asking me once more.
My stories constantly repeated,
My throats starting to get sore.
No, I’m not ok.
They won’t take me to you,
Saying I might be guilty,
And only you know it’s not true.
I was all alone.
Pronounced guilty without bail.
It’s been ten years,
Now I’m out of jail.
I missed you friend.
So when I did leave,
I tried to find you.
I just had to believe!
Finally it was known,
And now here I lay.
Against your polished grave,
The same place for all today.
This is the end.
I’ll use your favorite knife.
Across my throat so I can see,
You with me in the afterlife.
Black Rose
To you my love,
I give my black soul.
For without you,
I am not whole.
For you my dear,
A beautiful black rose.
Even though it is dead,
Its beauty still shows.
You smile at me,
And grip the rose tight.
You run into my arms,
And hug me with all your might.
You say to me,
That you love me too.
And you will love me,
No matter what I do.
My beautiful black rose,
I love you so.
I’ll love you forever,
More than you’ll ever know.
Sorrows
Sorrows float in my thoughts as,
Flaws are shown in my eyes.
Emotions are awake,
My sorrow and anger are not lies.
Deaths of my heroes are there,
Blood is flowing free.
Screams are heard,
As death threatens to conquer thee.
I wish you could smile at me.
Silently my eyes cry.
Why don’t you speak?
You’re letting my heart die!
Are you still my friend?
You emit no sound.
You don’t even care.
Why do I stick around?
Was your smile a lie?
Why do you not care?
I’m so lonely,
Life just isn’t fair.
To live is to die,
To die is to live.
In death I’m happy,
Sorrow is all life shall give.
Sorrows float in my thoughts as,
Blood swallows my mind.
For you I cry,
Hoping, my body, you shall find.
The pain of a blade,
Falling to the floor I cry.
Why didn’t you care?
All alone I finally die.
My Surprise
I don’t hate you, I’ll just obliterate you.
I’m not insane, I’m just psycho.
I’m not here to cause you pain, only to torture.
I won’t hurt you, I’ll kill you.
I’m not evil, I’m just malicious.
My blood’s sweet but yours is sweeter.
I’ll slurp up your intestines like spaghetti.
I’ll squeeze your eyeballs for my morning jelly.
I’ll suck all the blood out of your heart,
And then devour it like a dried up raisin.
I’m not disgusting, I’m just atrocious.
I’ll take your skin, and make it my wall paper.
I like your head, as my mantle piece.
I’m going to turn your skeleton into a puppet,
I’ll use your nerves as the strings.
I’ll pop parts of your brain like bubble wrap,
I’ll jar up the fluid and use it for sauce.
To top it all off, with what’s left of you,
I’ll put in a bucket outside my front door,
With a sign beside it that says:
Come in, I have a big surprise for you.
Real
Don’t you see that I’m real?
Don’t you understand that I can feel?
Don’t you hear every scream that I make,
After every bone that you break?
Skin like paper, slowly it will peel.
Obviously my flesh is real.
Don’t you feel how my blood flows?
The loss of it plainly shows.
Low on blood, I’m deathly pale.
My life’s just a bloody tale.
That’s my blood that you feel.
Obviously my blood is real.
Don’t you hear the words I say?
How I speak or scream everyday?
My head bows as I continue to grieve,
My constant sobs make it hard to breathe.
My high pitch cries make your head reel.
Obviously my voice is real.
Don’t you see the tears I cry?
They fall from my face, like rain from the sky.
My skin like a rainbow, with every bruise I get.
I prayed for you to stop, but you haven’t yet.
In my puddle of tears you kneel,
Obviously my tears are real.
Don’t you see how my soul shatters?
You destroy it by destroying all that matters.
You try to kill me everyday,
Never repeating, each time it’s a different way.
You stare at my soul as it starts to unveil.
Obviously my soul is real.
Knowing all of this, why can’t you see?
You really are hurting me!
No matter what info I give,
You still say that I’m not good enough to live.
Now I’m dead, but at least that made you feel,
It made you doubt the fact that I was unreal.
To you my love,
I give my black soul.
For without you,
I am not whole.
For you my dear,
A beautiful black rose.
Even though it is dead,
Its beauty still shows.
You smile at me,
And grip the rose tight.
You run into my arms,
And hug me with all your might.
You say to me,
That you love me too.
And you will love me,
No matter what I do.
My beautiful black rose,
I love you so.
I’ll love you forever,
More than you’ll ever know.
Sorrows
Sorrows float in my thoughts as,
Flaws are shown in my eyes.
Emotions are awake,
My sorrow and anger are not lies.
Deaths of my heroes are there,
Blood is flowing free.
Screams are heard,
As death threatens to conquer thee.
I wish you could smile at me.
Silently my eyes cry.
Why don’t you speak?
You’re letting my heart die!
Are you still my friend?
You emit no sound.
You don’t even care.
Why do I stick around?
Was your smile a lie?
Why do you not care?
I’m so lonely,
Life just isn’t fair.
To live is to die,
To die is to live.
In death I’m happy,
Sorrow is all life shall give.
Sorrows float in my thoughts as,
Blood swallows my mind.
For you I cry,
Hoping, my body, you shall find.
The pain of a blade,
Falling to the floor I cry.
Why didn’t you care?
All alone I finally die.
My Surprise
I don’t hate you, I’ll just obliterate you.
I’m not insane, I’m just psycho.
I’m not here to cause you pain, only to torture.
I won’t hurt you, I’ll kill you.
I’m not evil, I’m just malicious.
My blood’s sweet but yours is sweeter.
I’ll slurp up your intestines like spaghetti.
I’ll squeeze your eyeballs for my morning jelly.
I’ll suck all the blood out of your heart,
And then devour it like a dried up raisin.
I’m not disgusting, I’m just atrocious.
I’ll take your skin, and make it my wall paper.
I like your head, as my mantle piece.
I’m going to turn your skeleton into a puppet,
I’ll use your nerves as the strings.
I’ll pop parts of your brain like bubble wrap,
I’ll jar up the fluid and use it for sauce.
To top it all off, with what’s left of you,
I’ll put in a bucket outside my front door,
With a sign beside it that says:
Come in, I have a big surprise for you.
Real
Don’t you see that I’m real?
Don’t you understand that I can feel?
Don’t you hear every scream that I make,
After every bone that you break?
Skin like paper, slowly it will peel.
Obviously my flesh is real.
Don’t you feel how my blood flows?
The loss of it plainly shows.
Low on blood, I’m deathly pale.
My life’s just a bloody tale.
That’s my blood that you feel.
Obviously my blood is real.
Don’t you hear the words I say?
How I speak or scream everyday?
My head bows as I continue to grieve,
My constant sobs make it hard to breathe.
My high pitch cries make your head reel.
Obviously my voice is real.
Don’t you see the tears I cry?
They fall from my face, like rain from the sky.
My skin like a rainbow, with every bruise I get.
I prayed for you to stop, but you haven’t yet.
In my puddle of tears you kneel,
Obviously my tears are real.
Don’t you see how my soul shatters?
You destroy it by destroying all that matters.
You try to kill me everyday,
Never repeating, each time it’s a different way.
You stare at my soul as it starts to unveil.
Obviously my soul is real.
Knowing all of this, why can’t you see?
You really are hurting me!
No matter what info I give,
You still say that I’m not good enough to live.
Now I’m dead, but at least that made you feel,
It made you doubt the fact that I was unreal.
