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Aw, Golgo-San, You are so nice!Do you write poems or songs?
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Aw, Golgo-San, You are so nice!
DarkDreams
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Many thanks. 
I enjoy writing.
I enjoy writing.
Anchyyy
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Post your poems, writtings etc.
it`s nice to have a thread like this
I wrote this poem this morning ^^;
The Beast
When the sun goes to rest,
when the warmth is disappearing,
when the cold wind starts to blow,
the Beast is slowly nearing.
It takes over my soul,
within myself i hear it's growl,
it's stabbing me into my heart,
it's tearing me from the reality apart.
It's haunting me in my head,
my body is trembling in pain,
but suddenly everything vanishes...
It's over. I wake up.
Comments appreciated
it`s nice to have a thread like this
I wrote this poem this morning ^^;
The Beast
When the sun goes to rest,
when the warmth is disappearing,
when the cold wind starts to blow,
the Beast is slowly nearing.
It takes over my soul,
within myself i hear it's growl,
it's stabbing me into my heart,
it's tearing me from the reality apart.
It's haunting me in my head,
my body is trembling in pain,
but suddenly everything vanishes...
It's over. I wake up.
Comments appreciated
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miki78
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Wow 0.0 great Poem
These are three of mine
You Are
You are the natural scenery of this world
The grass the simple bluebell
The lily that coats my heart in coloured pain
You are the air that aids my sigh
That makes me breathe
The one who makes me feel young
The one who makes me feel old
All my wealth
And worth more than gold
You are there when the confidence grows and dies within me
But you are never there beside me
You are the one who breaks my heart and sows it back together again
So many dreams have come and gone
And I stay forever wrong
You bring the poetry out in me
You are the muse
Through the way you bruise me
Through the way your essence brushes me even though you are so far away
You are the sun rays
Warm snow that covers me
Leaving me with an evanescent glow and eternally cold
And so I chase your sun rays
Like a moth to the flame
You soak me with your soul that falls in words like rain
Weeping roses
His eye's paint the morning blue
Loneliness in there wide eyed hue
Like lapis they shimmer in the crescent light of the lamenting moon
Dusk falls upon his soft white face
The horizon his gaze silently traces
The torn page of an old book that rested in his palms
In the gentle wind blew gently
Like the wings of a bird preparing to sour the dawn sky
His perfectly shaped curving lips painted in mute red gave a hushing cry
Upon there pain his heart faded but refused to die
From his lace gloved fingers sung through music his life
Deep black eyelashes framed his eyes
That in there inch's length hurried invisible vacant tears that striped his ghostly powdered cheeks
There tired lid's ringed with deep blue powder blazed in the unending darkness like emotionless smouldering embers
His ebony hair shimmered with silvery white in the approaching darkness
Highlighted by the clouds yellow hue his raven black ringlets
A black rose clasped around his neck whispered blue
The very colour that in his blood run him through
A deep velvet dress welcomed the night
Rested in it's fold's and refused the light
The ruffles bristled lightly in the midnight breeze round his graceful legs
The night turned his flesh as cold as death
Little bow's danced up his fragile tights
Cut off at his knees there joyful entwined smiles
By socks that welcomed nights engulfing shadow
His black shoes held him high to the arms of the moon a silver love
But the sun burnt his wings of deep blue with its burning golden heart
The world turned there narrow backs
The thunder of there voice's in his petite ear's clap
There words cut deep into his skin burrow there way in
Blood drips from the centre of his soft bruised heart pierced rather than torn apart left to drip his sorrow it sings like an ethereal harp
His eye's they stare vacant and bare lost naked in the cold white storm of unforgiving lace that melt upon his moon lit face
His breathless beauty does not trace there fading drops with deep mistake
Instead the flakes burn his wraithlike skin with there unyielding frost
In there blizzard they are eternally lost
Swans coo from across the vivid purple lake lit with the tearful stars that sing of humanities deep scars and revolving mistakes
Whale song cries to the heavens above like an aurora it paints the skies and seas in unending lament
The moon plays her lost lovers harp
As in the distance the hunting owl's cold wise heart laughs
It knows better than the bleeding heart of the mouse in the grass
The rain warms his frozen cries
Softens the broken lies
Red roses Gather around his feet
And whisper praise to his silent fate
His heart is still alive
But in its solitude forever hides
Orpheus sings his song forever on the wings of stars carry his unending scars
He walks his footsteps disappear to follow the path of his years
Hope whispers in his fading gloom
His beauty brightens up the moon who sings for him just this one night an enchanting tune
He drops the long forgotten book
That melts into the dew swept grass
Melting like his silent past
Alone he faded into the future's clouded heart
His soul rested in a bed of beauty and sadness
Your deep blue wings will carry you
Because every ivory night the roses weep for you
I will lead you home
I will chase away my fears
And guide you through yours
I'm to in love to let it go
I will follow you even into that dark space you call your soul
My light may be dim but it will guide you home
Tear's light your shadowed face
Sorrow your heart it roughly traced a torn page
My light is going out but before it fades
I will guide you home
Ow and this one i have one awards for ickle awards but awards XD
Trace of Light
His fingertip's graze the keys
A precious dance
Upon the cold ivory
His heart bleeds with every note
Shrouded in a painful black cloak
Sorrow's chock
His skin pale and white hazed like powder
In the pitch black light
His lip's silhouetted in a tearful gasp
His crescent eyes
Reflected the embracing orange candle flame
In there hazel dream
Droplet's striped his cheeks
Dulling there haunting glow
Salty spring's of sorrow's ebb and flow
The black piano glinted reflecting the fiery flame's in dramatic dance
As they faded and grow with every note
The music engulfed him filling him with his tragedy
Over his short years
Like a cold wind it sliced through his insides
Shattering his cracked heart
Like a glass bell
It peeled a silent cry
Only to fade and dye
Never reaching another ear
The candles burned and flicked
Reeling from his broken tear's
Until the chill sliced there flame
Snuffing them out
As he cradled upon the keys his eye's following the trace of light
One request not that i think anybody will but just in case please don't take any of my poems if you are intrested in them please buy my book here
Lulu
So ends my shamless self promotion
These are three of mine
You Are
You are the natural scenery of this world
The grass the simple bluebell
The lily that coats my heart in coloured pain
You are the air that aids my sigh
That makes me breathe
The one who makes me feel young
The one who makes me feel old
All my wealth
And worth more than gold
You are there when the confidence grows and dies within me
But you are never there beside me
You are the one who breaks my heart and sows it back together again
So many dreams have come and gone
And I stay forever wrong
You bring the poetry out in me
You are the muse
Through the way you bruise me
Through the way your essence brushes me even though you are so far away
You are the sun rays
Warm snow that covers me
Leaving me with an evanescent glow and eternally cold
And so I chase your sun rays
Like a moth to the flame
You soak me with your soul that falls in words like rain
Weeping roses
His eye's paint the morning blue
Loneliness in there wide eyed hue
Like lapis they shimmer in the crescent light of the lamenting moon
Dusk falls upon his soft white face
The horizon his gaze silently traces
The torn page of an old book that rested in his palms
In the gentle wind blew gently
Like the wings of a bird preparing to sour the dawn sky
His perfectly shaped curving lips painted in mute red gave a hushing cry
Upon there pain his heart faded but refused to die
From his lace gloved fingers sung through music his life
Deep black eyelashes framed his eyes
That in there inch's length hurried invisible vacant tears that striped his ghostly powdered cheeks
There tired lid's ringed with deep blue powder blazed in the unending darkness like emotionless smouldering embers
His ebony hair shimmered with silvery white in the approaching darkness
Highlighted by the clouds yellow hue his raven black ringlets
A black rose clasped around his neck whispered blue
The very colour that in his blood run him through
A deep velvet dress welcomed the night
Rested in it's fold's and refused the light
The ruffles bristled lightly in the midnight breeze round his graceful legs
The night turned his flesh as cold as death
Little bow's danced up his fragile tights
Cut off at his knees there joyful entwined smiles
By socks that welcomed nights engulfing shadow
His black shoes held him high to the arms of the moon a silver love
But the sun burnt his wings of deep blue with its burning golden heart
The world turned there narrow backs
The thunder of there voice's in his petite ear's clap
There words cut deep into his skin burrow there way in
Blood drips from the centre of his soft bruised heart pierced rather than torn apart left to drip his sorrow it sings like an ethereal harp
His eye's they stare vacant and bare lost naked in the cold white storm of unforgiving lace that melt upon his moon lit face
His breathless beauty does not trace there fading drops with deep mistake
Instead the flakes burn his wraithlike skin with there unyielding frost
In there blizzard they are eternally lost
Swans coo from across the vivid purple lake lit with the tearful stars that sing of humanities deep scars and revolving mistakes
Whale song cries to the heavens above like an aurora it paints the skies and seas in unending lament
The moon plays her lost lovers harp
As in the distance the hunting owl's cold wise heart laughs
It knows better than the bleeding heart of the mouse in the grass
The rain warms his frozen cries
Softens the broken lies
Red roses Gather around his feet
And whisper praise to his silent fate
His heart is still alive
But in its solitude forever hides
Orpheus sings his song forever on the wings of stars carry his unending scars
He walks his footsteps disappear to follow the path of his years
Hope whispers in his fading gloom
His beauty brightens up the moon who sings for him just this one night an enchanting tune
He drops the long forgotten book
That melts into the dew swept grass
Melting like his silent past
Alone he faded into the future's clouded heart
His soul rested in a bed of beauty and sadness
Your deep blue wings will carry you
Because every ivory night the roses weep for you
I will lead you home
I will chase away my fears
And guide you through yours
I'm to in love to let it go
I will follow you even into that dark space you call your soul
My light may be dim but it will guide you home
Tear's light your shadowed face
Sorrow your heart it roughly traced a torn page
My light is going out but before it fades
I will guide you home
Ow and this one i have one awards for ickle awards but awards XD
Trace of Light
His fingertip's graze the keys
A precious dance
Upon the cold ivory
His heart bleeds with every note
Shrouded in a painful black cloak
Sorrow's chock
His skin pale and white hazed like powder
In the pitch black light
His lip's silhouetted in a tearful gasp
His crescent eyes
Reflected the embracing orange candle flame
In there hazel dream
Droplet's striped his cheeks
Dulling there haunting glow
Salty spring's of sorrow's ebb and flow
The black piano glinted reflecting the fiery flame's in dramatic dance
As they faded and grow with every note
The music engulfed him filling him with his tragedy
Over his short years
Like a cold wind it sliced through his insides
Shattering his cracked heart
Like a glass bell
It peeled a silent cry
Only to fade and dye
Never reaching another ear
The candles burned and flicked
Reeling from his broken tear's
Until the chill sliced there flame
Snuffing them out
As he cradled upon the keys his eye's following the trace of light
One request not that i think anybody will but just in case please don't take any of my poems if you are intrested in them please buy my book here
Lulu
So ends my shamless self promotion
Good job!
