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Ciora

PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:01 am


These are some old pieces that I wrote a long time ago.

"Crystal Wings"

Crystal wings broken to pieces
laying on a soft carpet floor
in a room that smells of roses

Screams of remorse cry into nothingness
gunshots echo til they fade away

One heart is dead...
the other wants to be...
both torn into seperate worlds

A spider weaves her web in the ceiling corner
she's never coming back... never coming back

He'd stare out the window,
where she'd always be
watering her garden flowers
or reading under her favorite tree

the wounds grew deeper...

She came to him in a dream,
begging him to set her free...
...still not letting an old memory die.

Screams of remorse cry again

An old man he became
shriveled and shrewd
he never left that room... her room...

She came to him once more.
He rested his weary eyes.

Together they went into the light
the memory died with him that night
together they found peace...

But still, on occasions,
Screams of remorse can be heard
followed by echoing gunshots

Their love lives on...  
PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:04 am


"Untitled"

Megaliths stand erect
an eerie silence blankets
a world carved in stone
the quietness lies...

Show the way to the past...
innocence transforms
a normal life, soon to be changed

Open the doors

The frenzy begins
paint the walls crimson...

suffer the weak
fill the silver chalice
with blood, red blood...

Make the cries of pain come alive...
cover them with pride.
the secret hides
it will happen again.  

Ciora


Ciora

PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:07 am


"Untitled #2"

Tiaras fade, floating through space
into safety's arms you fly.
Hide from the past,
inside the jungle you thrive.

The throne is there,
owned by a blackened heart.
They've stolen away
your most precious belongings

You won't remember until the time comes.
All you have is an old locket
that plays a familiar tune

Don't cry, little one
...but sapphires fall.
Rebel and take control.

Only then, will you be free
and able to walk beside the one you love.  
PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:17 am


This one I wrote 7 months after my fiancee died in a car accident. I call it...

"Bleed for me"

Sometimes when I wake up
I swear that I hear your voice
whisper, whisper
and yet so clear

Sometimes I feel a warm hand
tickle up my spine
Is that you?
Of course not... impossible...

Then there are the times that I deal with the rush
anger and pain
hit me as one
These are the times I cry

I always think about you
Hold you close so I'll never forget
All the things you've done for me
Now, I drown in your blood.

Sometimes I wonder
What happened? How can this be?
Someone please tell me why
The guilt I carry consumes me.

Take it away
Heal my wounds
Unleash my angel.

Touch me, touch me
let me feel
show me the way out of this labyrinth.

Time freeze...
The ultimate sacrifice
bleed for me...
so unreal

A hard slap
stinging my heart
the one time I choose to love
its lost in the same breath.

Bleed for me
once again.
Promise me you'll stay.
By the gods, I really do love you...

Please help me when I lack in strength
Lend me the courage
I need it all
when I wake up and face the day.

What's yours was mine
as what's mine was yours.
You have died and so have I
but as I live, so do you.

Complicated?
No.
Just a simple balance that we shared.
Now how to get it back...

I bleed for you
as you did for me.
So close your eyes
and rest, my sweet, for it is what you've earned.

I love you.  

Ciora


grotesquekreeple

PostPosted: Sat May 20, 2006 1:23 am


your 1st and 4th poems made me cry and as a guy thats hard to come by i love your work and i have felt the same way only allday after i read my poems about that fateful day when she tore my heart out of its socket
i feel your pain, your tears and your deepest fears see my version and comment wont you? DANCING IN THE ASHES it is called
PostPosted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:35 am


Thank you. whee

My writing style has changed over the years. I used to make poems that rhyme, but they became too easy. All I have to do is open my mouth and words just flow out. I haven't taken a pen to my poetry for 6 years, but I'm thinking about picking it back up.

Ciora


Ciora

PostPosted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:32 pm


*bump*

(More criticism required!)
PostPosted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:45 pm


My favorite is 'Bleed For Me'. I love the emotion. You really convey the feeling, and that always makes poetry above average.

I love all of these poems... I would really love to see more. You are really gifted.

~Kupo~

Kupo Ikari


Ciora

PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:37 pm


heart heart

Thank you. (So sorry to take so long to respond... life has been keeping me busy!)

I enjoy projecting imagery and raw emoton. It is how I see daily life. I've recently picked up the pen again.. so expect more, soon! sweatdrop
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