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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 7:32 am
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 5:48 pm
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"Farewell to Arms" The ice fell like pearls, Soft on trees, crushing flowers, Keeping cool under cracks where the earth was once dry. Tears fell pacing, rolling for hours As the last of them hid and prayed not to die. But the silence of night was shattered by fire Souls lifted high with a petrified stare Gazed down to the one who stayed in the flowers Amongst death and his tears, alone standing there.
His mind paced around reaching for answers Among the days of his youth and the life not to come Bodies walked around him over corpses, cadavers A hell for most but a beauty for some.
A sound of thunder and a tick of the clock, His eyes closed as he fell to the mud The bodies strolled away in their own dead flock As he dispersed to the earth his own dying blood.
They covered his gravestone with ivy and flowers From the hills nearby and the walls of the chapel, The shrines, the gold, the altars, tall towers Rotting with dust, yet to be cleaned. -Derrick Brown
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 10:40 am
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 3:05 pm
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 4:02 pm
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Three of my poems:
My hands are covered in scars, I am locked behind bars, for a crime I did not comit, my life is full of s**t.
I scream, cry behind my smiling mask, hoping this nightmare will come to pass, my shell turns to ash, and my soul is smashed, this is my death.
People see death as a horrid thing, other as a new beginig, some see it as fate, I see it as an escape.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 12:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 7:10 am
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Twilight's Requiem
Shadows upon shadows, Light within dark. Death is only an illusion of the mind, Truth is hidden behind a curtain of lies. Moonlight, only a reflection of true light, Starlight, only a memory of once was. Life, only a reflection of true life, Only a memory of once was. Death's the curtain.
Mirror, Mirror... Your love is a delusion It has no true purpose, No substance. In this instance, love, It is nothing more than a word. The bedlam that brews in your mind Has clouded your better judgment. Truthfully in your heart of hearts, You hate to love... And love to hate. The garden of red roses you have grown, Only an illusion. They are black... Nothing but black. I know this, For I am crazier than you. Your mirror is cracked. Mine has shattered.
As Day turns to Ash
Four corners, Their darkness offers no solace. Through the cracks of the blinds Light shines through, But today is not a day for its comfort. I sit there staring at a white ceiling Present passing by It is past No future for lost time. As you fall you seek an answer To escape or to understand Retreat from the unknown, Easier of two decisions. It is for naught The blade opens the door, Unknown suffocates all. To understand... You may not win, But you'll no longer lose. To understand is to breathe.
Soul of Grey Black is the night, White is the day Two sides of the same coin We live by the will of another, But our lives are defined by the will of self. Many paths, many destinations One journey Evil and Good Light and Dark A world seen as either day or night Many choose their paths Either nocturnal or diurnal They choose a destination, I just want the journey. Why just night or day What of dusk and dawn The between, the shadow? Life has shown there is a God, But it has also shown there is a Devil. Live life not by predetermined love and hate, But by heart. Mine is a soul of grey.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:21 pm
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Found and transfered from a thread entitled "gothic poems"
trigrhapy what is your favorite poem, mine is this one, Were punchingdoors and stoning walls were breaking down the barriers and burning our world to ashes this kind of rage just comes too easily whats a another act of violence anyhow? well watch it on the news with popcorn at our sides it dosnt matter anymore were all stuck inside our cage hurling bricks through the windows is some sort of protest aginst our invisable enemy everyone is discrimanated against and no one sees justice anymore what can come frome this world as we set it ablaze? can we hope to achive anything when nothing but our total distruction will come close to filling our desires as i glaze into my crystal bullet and see the future as it is theres nothing but black ashes where our buildings once stood and dark black circles whare our souls once stood
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 5:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 2:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 11:08 pm
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