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 Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:01 am
The Dream Effect
By Agnes Ortiz
(ayashi_satu)
I
Let me caress you, when the pale moon is awake
Staring at your brilliant eyes, as it glistens like the waters of the lake
As the cold night breezes by with a silent sound
Captivated by the passion, to which we are bound
II
Let me hold your hand, while the gales of darkness sleep
The bond of such purity, and love ever so deep
I shall show you, how much you mean to me
And eternity determines, as far as the eye could see
III
Let me whisper into your ear, the warmth of those three words
A simple ‘I love you’ to rock your world!
A moment to remember, for so long as the night is timeless
I’ll embrace you ever so dearly, feel my love, so endless
IV
Let me kiss you, as the elements of the night are nearby
Hold me in your arms, as I tell you the memories which will never die
Slowly rest your head against my chest; a pleasant time
Let me tell the world that you are mine…
V
Let me remain in your memory, through eternity’s final chapter
As we wake up, in a painful tomorrow, neither smiles nor laughter
Just an effect of a binding dream, hopes tormented
Chaining us together, forever from this life which has been ended
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:02 am
Violinist’s Creed
By Agnes Ortiz
(ayashi_satu)
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I want to play thee, my love
When the times art sad
Thy music alludes
Such passionate tunes
II
I crave for thee, my love
For all the memories bind
An immortal music
That whilst not let me live
III
Soothe me, my violin
With thy melodic notes
A tone of such melancholy
For every passing day
IV
Tempt me, my love
With thy graceful minuets
And with thy sonatas of passion
And thy scales of purity
V
Touch me, my soul
And thou shalt feel my heart
A heart burning with love
Love which is for thee
VI
Kiss me, my music
Thy admiration is all I want
Since the dusk I’ve met thee
Whence our love was conceived
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:05 am
slay me mortal soul
suseptible to pain, guilt,
and other such revenous disease;
cut the life away from this unworthy creature,
not capable of enduring this task,
be through with childish worries and
similarly petty attachments,
no more than a sack of frustrations
and fear can become of one so
profoundly ingested into the jaws
of self-pitiment and human trepidation;
i ask not for help, but the ceasement
of this wretched waste of space,
thought, and time -
free this plane of motion for a greater prospect,
there can be no utility in the continuance
of this agonized parody of life -
i plead only that living has mercy on me
as she proceeds in her victimization
of my weakened entity -
pray, no, if there be a God above
how am i to believe in He,
He who lets such suffering, much much graver
than any i could fathom go on?
He too turns his head to the pain,
like so many dwellers on this planet -
they only see what they wish
and hear not much at all,
but i am afraid i see and hear too
much for my heart to contain very long -
slay me now before the blood hardens in
my throat and suffocation bretrays my
privilege of a dignified depature;
this beast which roves unsure,
unaware of the future or the past,
deserves not to breed nor romp
this busy land fluctuating with vitality,
engendering hope and faith,
those of all i cannot accept -
cannot belong to this society -
no link with these beings can i ever own,
only the bitter knowledge of
my self-frustration with such
cumbersome inadequacies,
that is all i can ever learn to understand,
it is cruel to expect this
emaciated heart to go on beathing,
pumping life where there can be none.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:06 am
why must it hurt so much? everything does. life. death. hate. love. friends. sex.
poke a hole. lick a throat. fall in. fall down. know.
why must everything hurt so much? it hurts to live. it hurts to die. it hurts falling in love. hurts becoming friends.
it hurts to wake up. tangled in those blankets. sun in my eyes. it hurts knowing there's yet another day to live. or at least, pretend i am alive.
why must it hurt so much? maiking memories. remembering them. everything does. falling in love. letting it end.
it hurts to listen. hurts to speak. hurts to hold my tongue. hurts being me.
why must everything hurt so much? when does it stop? maybe never. this could be forever. this could be hell. since i've already been kicked out of heaven.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:07 am
the hour charged with consequences. thoughts unravelling as truth tugs on the loosened ends.
can it be known. seen like a reflection. seeming so very real, though it's only pretend.
how does your darkness dance when the stage is lit. with a rainbow of lights. and more music than you can stand. how does it dance when all of its toes are broken. and the curtain still hangs in front. opaque glass luring to eyes that ask it.
the fever broke and flesh congealed again. but on the other side of sickness was not where wellness stood.
the skeleton had its clothes, but it was no less naked than it'd always been.
some graves can't be dug deep enough.
swallow your tail and watch it wag inside your throat. as time manifests its pale devices to quantify these equations engendered.
there's nothing left to know except that it happened.
that it never will again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 5:33 pm
A dark heart
lonely and broken
A memory
lost and unreaachable
A life lost and faded away
nothing but darkness resides
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 7:30 pm
~*LOOPHOLE*~
cold as stone
heart of ice
lifeless face
satan or christ
with or alone
light kills
darkness heals
a fire melts
and the ice dies
the lightning pauses
the time will strikes
water rings through my ears
the thunder sworms into a flood
the earth blows through my hair
the wind trembles beneath me
my smile glows
my eyes seem to dim
my heart pounds
im with him
my stomache churns
scarlet
black
they seem to worp
breath shortens
hearts race
an amazing pace
the light is dim
the darkness is bright
cant help it
cant lock them up
and throw away the key
theres no way to help it
i want to be set free
its hard to stay out of love
when your right infront of me
i dont want it to melt
stay hidden please!
but the flame is already burning
a puddle at my feet
this flame wont go out
when water starts to rise
and i feel i cannot breathe
somthing else floats with it
its right infront of me
its risen from my soul
floating a top my sea
i can see it clearly
i think so can he
its floating just above
floating right beside me
i wont admit it ever
even if its true
a pride to large
its almost clear on my face
i try to hide it
and failed once
it was a disgrace
realy hope he didnt notice
hope he didnt see
the emotions and the feeling
welling up inside of me
i bring them out with anger
an argument does well
an exuse for everything
although i will fail
bringing me out of heaven
banning me from hell
i dont want to feel
i dont want to know
what it will ever feel like to give in and let go
escape the empty whole pretend it is not there
if you deprive yourself of it
you cant crave it right?
but still i am wrong
somehow that loopholes always there.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:14 pm
First, I will post something not my own. However, since this is a Goth guild, I think this poem is fitting. And fittingly morbid.
Sea Lullaby
by Elinor Wylie
The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
with color like blood.
A trecherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
in sheathings of silk,
The sea creeps to pillage,
she leaps on her prey,
A child of the village,
Was murdered today.
She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death, for a joke.
Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.
Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:38 pm
Tears of Angels
When heaven's cry for our sins,
The rain falls.
We cower in darkness
Too afraid to embrace the angelic pain.
When we cry to repent,
And there is no response,
It may be because we can't erase what we did.
When the beings above shed their tears
it is because of what we did.
The earth is dying, the plants wilt,
The cold, crushing darkness expands
We wish snd pray that Hope's candle doesn't go out
We cry in pain, and we cry for the angels
Because the others can't understand,
Or accept who we are.
We may embrace the darkness,
And ponder about Death's shroud of mystery,
The angels didn't cry because WE are lost
It's because EVERYONE ELSE is too blind,
Too heartless,
And too ignorant to accept
Who we are, who we were, and what we will be.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:58 pm
I Am Undead
I am
Undead.
I am
Not alive.
I am
A shadow of a pale
Existence.
I am a drop
In an ocean
Of faces
Mindless faces
Without purpose
Without remorse
I am
Undead
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 1:32 pm
o, the laughing of the raven,
death's sweet love song.
the only friend i have ever known.
now the ravens have all flown,
away up the valley.
far from my sight.
and o, the lauging of the ravens,
as they gently kiss the sky.
they seem to laugh at all of us,
who can only dream to fly.
i wrote this over the summer. i was a a family reunion, i was staying in this big house with my grand parents and my aunt and uncle. there was no one there my age, i was sleeping alone on the third story of the house. and every where i went i heard ravens. that was the farhtest i have ever made it into insanity. pm me if you have any comments.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:48 pm
None of You Care At All
I cry,
But no one sees...
I call out,
But no one seems to care...
Why are you ignoring me?
Why do you all see my pain,
But do nothing to help?
Do you hate me that much?
Do all of you hate me because I'm not strong like you?
My tears go unseen,
My screams go unheard...
Why do none of you care?
This pain I feel...
Are all of you so heart-less?
The feeling of fear piles up inside of me....
I doubt any of you care at all....
You wouldn't care if I died here and now,
Right?
I cry,
But no one sees...
I call out,
But no one cares...
Soon you all will see my body,
Layed out upon the floor...
This is the result of what you all did...
Ignoring someone who has no reason,
Death is sure to come to them....
My life was worthless....
And my heart is black...
I cry no more,
Because no one would see them anyway...
I call out no longer,
Because no one could care anyway...
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:31 pm
Crush On
How dimly now the stars are shining
Observations of decay; finality
Burning with fever, sick of the cold
And the crushing weight of reality
How softly now the heart is beating
A fragile kingdom of crystal tears
Gentle thumping fades to nothing
Gone from life, no care or fear
How swiftly now the wind is blowing
We’ll be lost before the dawn
Like sparrows in a hurricane
We’ve lost all will to carry on
We were electric angels, her and I
She was the beacon and I the storm
And we’ll dance in low Earth-orbit
At the final breaking moment
The tragic end of our young world
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:37 pm
Bane
It’s December here under the Ice that has covered my Coffin.
This Hole 6 feet Under.
Covered in Ice your Love was to Die for apparently.
As I lay here thanking you for the lovely flowers.
I wonder if you are uncertain about the type of flowers honestly it Matters Not.
As my life Mattered Not.
As the years of Torment Mattered Not.
Care not that I Ever Dream Within the Silence.
The years of Silence.
As Bane of my Existence you.
Slithered and Coiled into my Soul.
The Bane of this Rubicon my Relationship with you.
This Bane that is You.
To come home every day lived my life as I have always done.
Alas I can not return I can’t start aging.
Thus there nothing I can do that I have not done.
And Nothing left of your object of your Destruction.
These Memories of my Bane keeps you here.
Thus in Scythe’s Claws shall the Bane Rest.
With Scythe’s Wings I shall be rid of my Bane
That is You
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 1:23 pm
Facing Death
Through shadows eye,
demons sing.
Blood flows by,
in my solemn spring.
Darkness descends in youthful dreams,
embraced like mothers child.
Unable to be penetrated lights beams,
shadows anything but mild.
Through my minds eye,
shadows sing.
Life flows by,
in my demons spring.
Life to death is nothing new,
but only happens one time.
Do not succumb to colorless hues,
even if death is promised through resignating chimes.
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