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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:21 pm
Ascendancy
(Written on 1/09/07)
Deep in a dusty forgotten basement
and hidden in the shadows of life's replacement
a sword rested in the darkness and sorrow
of pain and memories, forgotten and borrowed.
The blade remembers horrors of murder and war,
and the blood as it fades holds this deep in its core,
to retain the sins and mistakes of the past
and prevent a recurrence of humanity's crash.
This sword has committed acts of terror,
draining the sanity and life of its bearer
to condemn his soul to hell eternal
and engulf him in its blazing inferno.
Such a weapon of blinding torture and hate
is destined to seal another's fate
and thus rescue the entire human race
from a violent destruction of evil's taste.
Satan himself once wielded the sword
to act as the winged demons' ward,
but he was drawn to its center and slowly devoured,
for even he could not escape its power.
It drained him of his former strength
as it captivated him with its gleaming length.
Before him, all of hell once cowered,
but his soul is encased as heaven's last dowry.
As the earth decays, the sword stays, immortal,
guarding against all evil's portal
to protect humanity from its own disgrace
and remain eternal guardian as angels' mate.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:22 pm
Fallen Angel
(Written on 1/19/07)
Hair dark as the most silent midnight hour
frames a face that holds cold beauty's power
and hides an emptiness, colder and darker still,
with eyes containing intent to hurt and kill.
Her pale skin glows on even the darkest night,
but her soul is empty, devoid of passion or light,
as she captures the heart of anyone too close
with her purring speech, empty and verbose.
Beneath her cold beauty and distant air
lies only a desire to cause pain and despair,
for she is a dark angel, fallen from the heights,
where all tremble as the fallen angel alights.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:23 pm
Change
(Written on 1/26/07)
Times change.
The world keeps turning,
and life's cycle continues,
but it all changes.
Seasons come and go,
and people grow old,
then die and turn to dust.
People are perpetually changing.
Even I change,
from moment to moment.
What I was yesterday,
last week,
or last month
is no longer what I am now,
and it's impossible to know
what I will be tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:24 pm
The Fall
(Written on 2/07/07)
My wings are too damaged for me to fly,
broken by love's eternal lie,
and as I plummet toward my death,
the wind carries away my final breath,
and when I hit, my soul shatters,
and all I feel is pain, because nothing else matters.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:25 pm
Thoughts
(Written on 3/28/07)
Slipping and slithering, thoughts crawl through my mind.
They ooze through the cracks of a dream undefined,
eroding my hopes and wishes and unshakable faith,
without which I am empty, a shadowed wraith.
They creep into corners forgotten deep in my brain,
leaving as a reminder an eternal crimson stain.
Thoughts disrupt the order of chaos maintained on the earth,
to infiltrate and exploit weaknesses, lessening its worth,
because thoughts are what cause acts of hatred and war,
and without those thoughts there would be nothing to fight for.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:27 pm
Naked in the Storm
(Written on 4/11/07)
Here I stand, alone in the storm.
Icy raindrops cling to my chilled, naked flesh,
soaking into the core of my existence.
My salty tears mingle with the raindrops,
falling to the earth to be pulled into the cycle.
Misty fog swirls around me, engulfing my surroundings.
The dark messenger of Death spreads his wings,
with glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light
and beady eyes hiding the secrets of the living and the dead;
he comes to me, my friend in the storm.
A flash of deadly light streaks from the heavans,
illuminating the shadows of my jaded face.
Deep-throated growling rumbles along the cracked pavement,
and the earth gives a long, weary sigh.
The wind beckons and whispers of a perfect land,
if only I will step back out of the rain.
Yet still I stand here, naked and cold,
watching the rain drench this forgotten land
until the land swallows me whole, leaving only an imprint,
a memory that will dry and fade when the sun returns.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:28 pm
Charade
(Written on 4/14/07)
God's army is calling for me to join the fight,
drawing me into this war against Sin.
I cut out the wailing souls locked within,
to send them screaming into the dusty night.
These Terrible people are unlike our Holy nation.
Their faces hide Evil and Deadly intentions,
struggling desperately against our intervention.
Demons lurk behind their dark, sweaty skin.
Our Angels will cast Evil out of this land,
to restore its former Beauty and Glory.
We'll rewrite this Hopeless country's story
and return it to God's waiting Hand.
Now, come-- take your guns and join this Crusade;
we'll retake what's not rightfully ours,
because none can stand against our Holy powers,
in a war that's become a Charade.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:06 pm
Naked in the Storm is my favorite of the six. It has great imagery! heart
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:31 pm
Thank you. :3 It's one of my favs. I've ever written. heart
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 10:07 pm
I loved Ascendancy and Fallen Angel. You really should consider getting you poems published, you're very talented. Lots of love for the modern day poet!
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 4:08 pm
Storm Waltz Naked in the Storm is my favorite of the six. It has great imagery! heart I agree, I really liked the imagery of taht. It sounds like it could actually be a real event.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 5:30 pm
Wow... You're a great poet! biggrin
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:27 pm
Beautiful. Wonderful use of imagery and the word choice is nice. although you are able to keep a constant theme in the poem's mood, the rhyming needs a little fine tuning. The dark mood in the poems is so strong that one like myself cannot read them all and not feel a slight sadness. If one were to create an arrangement of your poetry, one would wish that a cheerful or more positive poem was placed every two to three poems. it will add to the variety, prevent the audience from being too overpowered by the mood, and the polarity difference might even enhance the moods of the poems.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 5:03 pm
Wow, you write such beautiful poems. They're so colorful and very descriptive. I love it 3nodding
"Change", "The Fall", "Thoughts", and "Naked in the Storm" are my favorites. 4laugh
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 10:46 pm
Dang you got skills girl lol and i mean that in a good way blaugh
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