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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:35:03 GMT 10
Like Kelsey i have decided to create a poems thread... dark love
It is a night of darkness, a song of death, wolves vent their pain. The dark one rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form, an eternal desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of darkness, I thirst.
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:36:14 GMT 10
Buried Alive
Inside that feeling of depression..........
It's not just a silly superstition...........
It's hard to make this confession........
I'm buried alive.................
I believe that no one can help me to survive.............................
I'm sick of this pathetic life...............
And I think it's all based on a horrible big lie..................
Still there laying there
Inside that fearful place.....
Where a feeling of death hung upon the air..........
Oh god this is so unfair.............
My life has become an abhorrent endless nightmare................
Inside that gloomy place...
Where every thing is dark and..........
And the sun will never shine upon my pale face................
oh god how can I get rid of all these choking scares? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
How can I get out of this frightening place............?
So hard to get rid of the weight of these feeling laying inside my brittle poor heart...........
This feeling of depression it makes me fall apart..........
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:36:53 GMT 10
Dark Betrayal
Around, all around, the shadows gather. My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart. It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones. In numbness I call your name while my doom laughs cruelly. Now alone, my love falls upon darkened eyes.
This is because of you
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:46:14 GMT 10
untitled Always a good choice of name!
what have you done to me? a shadow of darkness as memories bleed. once we experienced wonder, wide-eyed and innocent, but your love died. a painful vision of memory - tears follow pain, follow blood, love bled dry. in a rush of sorrow, i still love you.
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:48:13 GMT 10
Losing Faith
Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened church as I kneel, always in prayer, always lost, frozen here, waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, spearing my darkened soul.
Blood on my face.
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 12, 2009 10:50:03 GMT 10
Devoid of Love
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we. the emotion for which you lust flares once, then dies, swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness. all hope must die.
your love is no more. how could you cause such hurt? lost souls surround us, crying, save us from ourselves.
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Post by Whitewolf/The Eternal Light on Jul 26, 2009 1:05:04 GMT 10
i loved berried alive, may i use it as a song in my band, if i do i promise u will be fully credited for it. and u can say no if u want and i am expecting u will :S probably a bit rude of me 2 ask really
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 27, 2009 9:44:27 GMT 10
You can use it!
It would be an honur!
Sure use it and it wasnt rude!
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Post by Whitewolf/The Eternal Light on Jul 29, 2009 18:34:44 GMT 10
i promise u will get all the credit apart from tune coz i make the tunes for the songs mostly, im not much of a writer although i have my moments
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Jul 30, 2009 12:58:02 GMT 10
Okay!
Cool!
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Post by Whitewolf/The Eternal Light on Jul 31, 2009 20:39:54 GMT 10
thanks heaps!!!!! u friggin legend!
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 4, 2009 7:02:55 GMT 10
Its cool!
I am amazed you would wanna use me poems!
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Post by Whitewolf/The Eternal Light on Aug 4, 2009 20:10:28 GMT 10
they r so awesome and so full of awesomeness and of course they r just friggin awesome
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 5, 2009 6:17:35 GMT 10
LOL!
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 16, 2009 10:11:35 GMT 10
Tale of a Gothic Princess
Its not about anyone, just a silly little poem i wrote!
Princess Dominica looked so beautiful
All dressed in black
With white make-up and dark purple lips
She sat on the throne so full of majesty
The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty
And worshipped the ground she walked upon
The King was not well
And expected to die soon
And the Queen had died long ago
So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom
Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace
She carried out her duties without question or complaint
And she would always greet new visitors with a smile
Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms
In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists
And let the blood pour into a bowl
She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more
Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick
Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin
She felt so much pressure to be beautiful
She had many suitors but none that she loved
A stranger from abroad arrived one day
And stole her heart
But he was not a suitable match for a princess
A handsome sailor of common stock
She pleaded with her father to let her marry
But he doggedly refused her request
One night she took the blade
And slit both her wrists
Not a cry for attention
But an attempt to take her life
Living was a torment to her
The expectations too high
The rewards lacking in true value
Her dead body was found the next morning
And all the towns folk mourned her death
The beautiful princess had departed this land
And headed off above the clouds
To find a happier resting place
A traditional Gothic funeral was held
To celebrate her life
Many fine words were said
And then her body was buried
Under a thousand red roses
Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line
And took over the royal duties
A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with
“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 16, 2009 10:14:16 GMT 10
A poem about an old graveyard i visited, it was sad as no one would come to visit the inhabitants of this graveyard, all there raletives are dead and no one would visit them... And i think i am gonna cry...
Graveyard of the Forgotten
This graveyard is a merciless place
No love can be found here
This is a graveyard for the forgotten souls
Nobody visits the graves
It is a soulless place
However even the forgotten ones have friends
There is a caretaker who tends the graves
Each grave has a headstone
And each grave has a wreath placed on it on the date of their death
The graveyard is kept in excellent condition by the caretaker
He lost his wife in a car accident
He took to drink and could not hold down a job
In time he became homeless
And begged for enough money to buy another bottle of whiskey
The streets were a dangerous place full of drugs and violence
Eventually he found this graveyard
It was a quiet and safe place
He chose to sleep there at night
There was another caretaker at the time who was very old
He was in his eighties and close to death
He had no family or friends
He told the drunken man about the Graveyard of the Forgotten
It was his duty to keep the place respectable
The two men became friends
The old caretaker died a few months later
And the drunken widower took over the role of caretaker
It helped him to sober up
It gave him a sense of responsibility
He felt at home surrounded by so many lost spirits
In time he would grow old
Soon another wraith or stray would find this place
And the role of caretaker would be passed on
The creator of souls takes care of us all in his own way
Such is the cycle of life
Even the most unfortunate souls will find a place of rest
Nobody is turned away from the Graveyard of the Forgotten
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 16, 2009 10:20:18 GMT 10
This is a poem i wrote, its weird but i was bored when i wrote it.
The Death Of A Goth
Hip-hop gangsters playing on the swings
Schoolboys planning their way into the big time
Make a hit record or rob a bank
Whichever comes easier
Defend your territory at all costs
This is our playground
Outsiders are not welcome
Along comes a goth with girlfriend by his side
Dressed in black with jet black hair
Talking to each other about nothing in particular
Different cultures about to clash
The hip-hop gangsters see the couple and start shouting
"Clear off you freaks, we don't want you around here"
The young couple are taken aback
They feel a little frightened
The tension is high
"Kill the goths" they shout in unison
And the gang start to chase the goths
They catch up with the young lad and knock him to the ground
They start to kick him and beat him
His body is being broken into pieces
His girlfriend cries for help but nobody comes
She starts to try and stop the hip-hop gangsters
She tries to pull them off but they start on her instead
She falls to the ground and her head hits the concrete slabs
The gangsters kick and scream
A gangland beating marking out territory
They are laughing and joking as the girl drifts from consciousness
She is close to death
Two or more blows will finish the job
Her boyfriend is crying and screaming
There is nothing he can do
She is dead now
No way back
"You should have left me to die"
The young lad cries out in sheer desolation
So many lives destroyed by an act of violence
A dark shadow has been cast on so many lives
The gangsters will spend their days in jail
And the goth girl's friends will learn to cope with their grief
She will be remembered by those who knew her
Killed for being an outsider
Will we ever learn to live in harmony with our neighbours
And accept others for who they are?
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 17, 2009 6:55:35 GMT 10
Wonderous Mirror
I lay here in the hell I have created Numb to the world Thundering silence sweeps through my cascading thoughts Mirror of Pain Bring me back to earth Searing reality opens my eyes only to see The Crimson Tide overtake me
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 17, 2009 6:57:50 GMT 10
Hades Whispers
Across my mind of steep Suppressing misery I weep Trying to catch my breath Trying to hold on to my sanity Was I different from you? Or am I as demented too
As I find bliss on my ever sickening fantasy Reality turns to insanity What must I do? In this world of blunder Lies were covered by this black snow
Where must I go? Winter has frozen my every road When must I leave? All whom I trusted deceives If I should listen upon this piercing voices in my head Could I ever be saved when I'm already dead?
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 17, 2009 7:00:31 GMT 10
I wrote this from Bella's point of view about Edward leaving her! Bella`s (New Moon) Pain!
Here I lie, kept awake by the pain and sorrow thinking of how you'll torture me tomorrow When I was first with you, my life had never been so great but then you left me with a permanent hole, straight through my heart You thought it would me fun to torture me Now all I see around me is the red puddle you left me lying in My body left there, lying limp and lifeless But I'd like to thank you for leaving me with the Advantage to torture you the rest of your life...
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 17, 2009 7:01:59 GMT 10
This thread advistises Bible software! LOL!
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Aug 17, 2009 18:21:01 GMT 10
About Donnie Darko!
Sanity
Swirling, twirling Pretty colors Broken glass inside my head Dancing, whirling Ever changing They want me or Gretchen dead. - I know more than you know. I feel more than you feel. I’m not crazy, this whole world is. “I made a new friend…” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” Who are you to say what’s real? Who are you to say he’s imaginary? His eye bled I’ve never seen you bleed He saved my life You twist my life You plunge my thoughts into darkness and set fire to my burial shroud - And is darkness really all that bad? For out of the darkness, Frank said unto me And is Fire really all that destructive? Fear and Love--there are more emotions than that Maybe you can be placed on a neat little line on a chalkboard, then erased But my X isn’t even in the room… My X is written in the clouds with smoke and flame from the piece of future that changed my past - How does it feel to choose death? No different than choosing life. How does it feel to choose life? Well, that is a question, now isn’t it. - Ask not for whom the bell tolls What if the bell tolled and there was no one left to hear it but me? What if the bell tolled and I was the only one who couldn’t hear it? - Am I alone? Yes, I suppose I am alone But for Grandma Death And I’ll have another friend. Neither real nor imaginary I’ll be meeting Death himself soon We have a lot to talk about. - The scary bunny saved my life But I wasn’t scared Frank would never hurt me But you would. And you did. - The mirror makes a funny noise when I stab it. Frank looks funny when his eye’s all weird like that. Flames and smoke make the room look funny. - The pills are to keep me tethered. My visions are to a way to slip the leash and run into a net - Cellar door Cellar door Cellar door No, the most beautiful combination of words is whatever comes out of Gretchen’s pretty mouth - Yes I think about girls a lot I think about Gretchen a lot I wonder if Gretchen thinks about me. - The unexamined life is not worth living. Is the unexamined death worth remembering?
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Sept 3, 2009 21:54:20 GMT 10
We could sing some of these!
Well Buried Alive is Keely's but there are others we can sing at school!
But i cant compose music! I can only write lyrics and sing!
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Post by Whisper My Fairytale on Sept 13, 2009 0:26:41 GMT 10
I want to sing this, its has part of my soul in it! So i wanna sing this at school! In love with my best friend! A song by Cassi Robertson
It started out as something fun But now it’s getting serious Smiles and a lot of hugs I try to fake that were just friends So this won’t end
But now I think I’m falling for you Falling deeper and deeper and deeper In love with you You, Oh you!
Everyday I hope you’ll say That you feel the same way I know I have a boyfriend I know I should be in love with him But I just don’t know
But now I think I’m falling for you Falling deeper and deeper and deeper In love with you You, Oh you!
I know that you don’t feel the same But I will always feel ashamed I know this sounds untrue But I’m no good without you
But now I think I’m falling for you Falling deeper and deeper and deeper In love with you You, Oh you!
I know I shouldn’t feel this way But I can’t help it anyway I know you just want to stay friends But I can’t hide this in the end
But now I think I am falling for you, you, you Falling deeper and deeper and deeper
But now I know I’ve fallen in love with you (I cant help thinking you’re the cutest guy) In love with you (I can’t help loving the way you smile) Oh, you (I can’t stop loving you) My best friend.
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