Poet's Corner

[lurichan]

Just a little dark corner to post your works. Feel free to post as much or as little poetry here to share with others.
Constructive feedback is always welcome.
No flaming other people's works though. A poem is feelings given form after all.
Other than that, please feel free to post as much or as little of your works as you see fit. ^_^  

[a hollow K I N G]

I have a heart as cold as ice...
Being in the warmth for once, that would be nice....

All the pain, the lies, the guilt....
The destructive wasteland we have built.

All the times you made me cry...
I've always wondered: Why..? Why..?

Why have you made such a horrible mess?
You said you'd never think of me less...

But now your gone, and that's not better...
You've run away like an irish setter...

I have a heart as cold as ice....
Being in the warmth for once... That would be nice...  

[ShadowTeddy]

The Red Horror (*smiles* lol)



I wake up to find the baby gone,
Walking to the stairs I see nothing,
I go to the stairs,
Thinking my husband put him to bed before work,
And see it,
It is everywhere,
Covering the walls the stairs,
Blood!
It covers everything,
Running up the stairs,
I follow the trail of blood,
I turn into the nursery,
It is destroyed,
Everything is covered in blood,
But wait,
There he is,
My baby,
Sitting in the middle of the room with something in his hand,
He is chewing something,
'Oh honey',
I say,
As I fish the ketchup lid out of his mouth.  

[ShadowTeddy]

Those Eyes

Red as the blood in my veins,
Staring not into my eyes,
But into my very soul,
Staring with a recognition,
One rarely known between man and beast,
A hunger fills those fiery eyes,
An anger fills that heart,
A passion fills that mind,
One thought remains in my mind,
Why am I still looking in the mirror?  

[ShadowTeddy]

DragonaMaster007

I have a heart as cold as ice...
Being in the warmth for once, that would be nice....

All the pain, the lies, the guilt....
The destructive wasteland we have built.

All the times you made me cry...
I've always wondered: Why..? Why..?

Why have you made such a horrible mess?
You said you'd never think of me less...

But now your gone, and that's not better...
You've run away like an irish setter...

I have a heart as cold as ice....
Being in the warmth for once... That would be nice...

*smiles* very nice, kind of gets you wondering about all that stuff hu  

[[ D i z z y ]]

Just a little something I was forced to memorize in grade 6:

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds
and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.  

[The_Night_Fox]

In the dark
As i sit here in the dark willowing in sorrow i now wonder what pain and will come for tommarow, I sit here bleeding, im fading away, people said i was worthless and stupid early today, As i sit here thinking of what he said, I wrap my arm and go to bed, i wake i the morning and clean myself up, now i relize what i did was quite ******** up, i put on clean clothes and brush my hair, i relize that my life has given me quite a scare, i walk out into society, and everyone looks at me like thay have never seen me, theres a woman across the street and seems to see whats shes found, i step onto the street with happyness for the first time but later fing myself not making a sound, i look around at what had happined to me, the thing i last saw was that woman looking at...me

Like it or not...  

[Youh Tokai]

He who could not feel
He did not feel cold,
He never had a person to hold.
His only touch was the air that he could not see,
This was his curse, his prison that he could not escape free.

It was he who could not feel, It was he who could not love,
It was he who longed to fly away ,Like the blissful mourning dove.
It was he who longed for the compassion that no one ever gave,
It was he who took this curse down to the deps of his grave.

-Recca Hoshin  

[Saminosk]

Look at me
Leave this reality
Eat away your fear
Make everything absolute when your hear
Hesitate to breeth
Too drowned in your love to descieve

My heart belongs to you
This love is deathly true
I yern to be numbed to this
Too overjoyed with the purest bliss

Effects of the real world wash away
We are the perfect display
Saminosk

As I pass away the hours
While laying on your grave
I whisper to the flowers
To the ground they are a slave
Shadows cover roses
Keeping them from bloom
Through the door that never closes
Death leads me to doom
I've waited on her mercy
To bring me back to you
For life left nothing for me
Once your life was through [/

lock myself inside head
it is dark
i try to find things i have never knew
love, family, happiness, life
everything that stays away
avoiding me like plague
i hide in shadows, hoping someone will notice me gone
everyone walks by, never noticing
i die in my head, and no one notices
i decide to die in life, to see if anyone cares or notices
i die from holding my breath, no one will ever care
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i am falling
faster and farther
no one notices
no one cares
they say
"hes so cheery
and happy and crazy
and stupid"
no one notices
that i am crying out for help
i fall faster and faster
til i finaly hit the ground!
AND STILL NO ONE NOTICES OR CARES!
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the rain punds onto my thoughts
discarding the way i feel
decending onto the feelings of
sadness, anger, anxiety
compel me to say
compel me to the brink of desertion
the only thought of happiness is the thought of you

i cry in a corner of my mind
looking for something
looking for family
nothing comes
alone for hours
then days
then weeks

the blood runs cold through my veins
oh so cold
then the blood pours
as the rain pounds
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these are the good ones(to me)
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in our sweet embrace
ill be there forever
for ill never forget the day you said
"ill never leave your side"
and now i stand alone
you stand by another smiling and grining
and im left weeping and sinning
one day youll realize your mistake
but far too late
the nuse has long since tightened around my neck
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i cry a mournful sorrow
sorrow so sad, it makes the toughest man weep
weep for his life, his death, and his love
i have but one love
and that love is gone
she cries when i near
and when i am afar
what do i do
do i give up and say im sorry
or do i stay and say im sorry
i want to give her the world
for that she deserves nothing less
i want her to smile and feel alive
but how do i do so
i am dead and cold
she made me alive
but i am happy to know
she not wants me dead
nor a painful curse
but instead to don a smile
but how do you smile when you know what i know?
i will smile, even its for my demise
it will make me happy to know she is happy.
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days have gone by since i last seen you
but your presence still lingers
bring a smile to my face
and you never knowing it

I see you again
but you werent you
the joy behind the smile faded
and you never knowing it

we fight
hurting each other
hurting each other more than last time
and never knowing it

again days go by with no you
but your presence still haunts me
bringing nothing but tears to my eyes
and you never knowing it

again i see you
and you are you
but i am not me
and you never know it

i tell you all you have done
and you listen to me
as you always do

you tell me your sorry
just like you always do
and never knowing
why i stick around

you will know it all today
i love you...still

so now the only thing left
is me
never knowing
why you stick around


theres just a few go to my journal if you want alot more  

[a hollow K I N G]

((no i did not write this))

The Raven~ By Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."


But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!  

[Dr_lecter1988]

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[Rosmarin]

this is what happens when i try to write a love poem... nothing good...




I watched you walk through shadows and sunlight,
Tearful thoughts within you, sweet beauty of delight,
I witnessed your heart cry out, for love seeming lost,
Hearts that are sweet pay perhaps double the cost.

Yet you could not see me, for indeed I wasn’t there,
I read this in your thoughts, relayed to me as were,
Yet I took that moment and made it sweet as wine,
Caressed your heart and surely held you this time.


I held you so tight, relaying all would be ok,
Raised a smile and removed that look of dismay,
I wish it were true, but it can only be true in thought,
The hearts of two people, and emotions caught.

This took place from the thought your poem I read,
Surely and sweetly it did, but was here in my head,
Hearts reaching out, in friends truly special and dear,
I thought I consoled you and wiped away all fear.  

[Rosmarin]

I sing myself to sleep,
It's the only way to keep from crying,
And I pray that each day will get better,
So that my heart will keep from dying.
I dream about him every night,
But I only awake to see,
That he is never coming back,
So from my eyes I wipe the debris.
I wake up sometimes,
And find that I have cried in my sleep,
And all that's left of my heart now,
Is a small, broken heap.
So again I sing a song,
To keep my mind away,
But I just can't help to think,
Of what things would be like today.
My heart would be whole,
And my face would be dry,
And the songs that I sing,
Would never make me cry.  

[Muted Faith9]

I know these aren't very good, but they helped me get out some of my feelings, so please dont be mean about them?

i remember
i remember a time
when i didnt have to lie
to tell a family member i loved them
to say everything was fine
but now thats gone
i now plan the death of those around me
i hate myself for not telling them
but now its too late
too late to go back
to the place i loved
to the place i remember

nothing to lose
(this ones pretty crappy)
you think im a freak
you think i cant do anything
you think i find myself above you
but you're wrong
I'm not a freak
i'm just misplaced
i can do plenty
i just dont get the chance
im not above you
im exactly the same
so now ive got everything to prove
everything to prove and nothing to lose

tonight
could tonight be the night
it goes on and on
i just feel helpless
how long will this take to fix
i continuously smile
swear behind a happy face
until this ends
i smile to hide my pain
and i cannot stop
as i am in a never ending play
so tell me please
could tonight be the night?  

[One Love-One Hate]

this is called "loves blood," i did it about a year ago, its based on lestat from the vampire chronicles..

I lift her face slightly
Her eyes fix on mine,
The tears well and shine,
I shall take my fill.

They call me the devil
Nosferatu. Verdilak. Vampire. Lamia.
So many names for me,
I'm not!
I can't be!

i want to be good! i would die for that!

But please, i need one last time.
Only One.
To feel the burn of last Blood
From the one i love.

She understands.
She knows who I am.
She knows more than me.

I lean in to kiss her for the last time
Her soft, mortal lips on mine,
Our tears mingle,
Mine blod, her's salt.

She sobs.
I smile
And tilt her head slightly.
Bearing my fangs,
i move in

For the kill.

I sadden, as i feel her pulse,
As she sinks slowly to the floor,
Her gown rippling like the blood
Flowing from her lifeless form

Soon to be no more.

As her heart slows,
The deadly puls luring me
I pull away, becoming dizzy.
"I can't let you claim me."

I watch her now motionless body
Eyes half open
Staring through me
Killing me.

I can't take it.

Closing inhuman eyes tight
Slashing the killer's wrist
The pain feeling slight.

Guiding the bloodied limb
Over her perfect blueing lips
Squeeze slightly
Tears the same texture, colour, taste.

"Drink." The demon whispers.

"Drink."



um yeah, i'd love to know what you guys think..