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Keep it in the Dark!
Blacktalia
Joined 19th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 8
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 8
Poetry Contest Description
Darkness will consume thy pages!
It needs to be dark,
No pics/vids,
And try to keep from holy figures like god.
Daz it...So...allow the drakness to fill thy brains! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
No pics/vids,
And try to keep from holy figures like god.
Daz it...So...allow the drakness to fill thy brains! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
bloodytearsoflife
Amy E. Down
Joined 5th Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 16
Amy E. Down
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 16
The Dark
Hiding in the dark,
Taking refuge from death,
Foolishness,
The brave fight and lose,
The idiots cheer,
We all die,
Its the truth,
Yet we surrender,
To the truth,
Our arms bleed,
Our skin died red,
The moon dies,
As the true evil rises,
The demons of day.
It is true,
Light is stronger,
Than darkness,
But the light is evil.
Think of that,
Next time you hide.
Hiding in the dark,
Taking refuge from death,
Foolishness,
The brave fight and lose,
The idiots cheer,
We all die,
Its the truth,
Yet we surrender,
To the truth,
Our arms bleed,
Our skin died red,
The moon dies,
As the true evil rises,
The demons of day.
It is true,
Light is stronger,
Than darkness,
But the light is evil.
Think of that,
Next time you hide.
vortexman
Forum Posts: 1260
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 25th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 1260
Into the the darkest of malevolent intent.
I journey into the spirals so bleak.
Drawn forth from bone and the obsidian that leads.
Livid and murky the clouds of befallen bestow my welcome.
Into this shadowy quadrant so deadened and sullen.
The sooty and dusky mire envelopes my so complexly.
Piceous and raven like it seems to honor and know me.
My descent into the actual bowls of of Mister Mistoffelees
himself. But in actuality his shadowy doppelganger so brunet
and without all doubt....
The atramentous of this melaonoid though I was encapsulated by it's
non-glory. I found myself sombre without no clout.
HadesRising
Forum Posts: 1625
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 8th June 2013Forum Posts: 1625
From lapping waves to distant vistas,
The eyes of casters and master twisters,
Witness the furies singing their songs,
Of a foul mistress within the homes
Of lowly men and castles of Kings.
My lusting lips burns jealous Queens,
The tables turns with timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, Lady Midian.
Lightning strikes about her tomb,
Illuminating mirrors to set the groom.
Pale foundations on a marble face,
Black mascara to enhance the gloom.
Witness the incarnation
Of darkness that is now reborn,
Summoning, the calling of the horn.
Herald the flaming destruction,
Riding the black winds of the storm.
The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.
Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodoms reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.
Undead beauty graces my vision
Fair skin stitched with perfect incisions.
Black hair filled with sin and luster.
Pitiless white orbs keeps me imprisoned.
Prepare my annihilation
With softened sighs and dripping thighs
Giving me a feast for my eyes,
Casting spells all over me,
And relished in my heartening cries.
She broke me upon her knee,
Lavished within my laughs and screams.
A concubine from the devil’s pits,
Flickering in the room, candle lit.
Born of tragedy and fantasy
To behold all of man pleading on his knees.
Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.
Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodoms reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.
I long to see her morbid thoughts
Come to life by the crimes she wrought
Against angels fallen
By her beauty and the lessons taught.
Show me wonders
So I can then burn my eyes
On the rose burning between her thighs,
Strangle my sanity
While I listen to the song of her cries.
Bare witness to ancient scorn
Where minds are picked and bodies torn.
I’ll torture you before I’m through
Sucking you
Until the last early mourn.
The last you’ll see is perfect skin
Supple, yet firm dripping with endless sin.
Tight black leather of bondage
Pay homage
To the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
The eyes of casters and master twisters,
Witness the furies singing their songs,
Of a foul mistress within the homes
Of lowly men and castles of Kings.
My lusting lips burns jealous Queens,
The tables turns with timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, Lady Midian.
Lightning strikes about her tomb,
Illuminating mirrors to set the groom.
Pale foundations on a marble face,
Black mascara to enhance the gloom.
Witness the incarnation
Of darkness that is now reborn,
Summoning, the calling of the horn.
Herald the flaming destruction,
Riding the black winds of the storm.
The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.
Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodoms reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.
Undead beauty graces my vision
Fair skin stitched with perfect incisions.
Black hair filled with sin and luster.
Pitiless white orbs keeps me imprisoned.
Prepare my annihilation
With softened sighs and dripping thighs
Giving me a feast for my eyes,
Casting spells all over me,
And relished in my heartening cries.
She broke me upon her knee,
Lavished within my laughs and screams.
A concubine from the devil’s pits,
Flickering in the room, candle lit.
Born of tragedy and fantasy
To behold all of man pleading on his knees.
Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.
Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodoms reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.
I long to see her morbid thoughts
Come to life by the crimes she wrought
Against angels fallen
By her beauty and the lessons taught.
Show me wonders
So I can then burn my eyes
On the rose burning between her thighs,
Strangle my sanity
While I listen to the song of her cries.
Bare witness to ancient scorn
Where minds are picked and bodies torn.
I’ll torture you before I’m through
Sucking you
Until the last early mourn.
The last you’ll see is perfect skin
Supple, yet firm dripping with endless sin.
Tight black leather of bondage
Pay homage
To the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.
Anonymous
DARKER THAN LIFE
How to love what is not
The better half of me
Takes purpose in the worst
Insomnia insignificance
For the serpent that salves
My very soul, shattered in ripples
She smiles from her pedestal throne
And without her, I am but flesh and bone
Vultures pick at her carcass
And yet in death, her amber eyes smile
For just
A tiny little
while
How to love what is not
The better half of me
Takes purpose in the worst
Insomnia insignificance
For the serpent that salves
My very soul, shattered in ripples
She smiles from her pedestal throne
And without her, I am but flesh and bone
Vultures pick at her carcass
And yet in death, her amber eyes smile
For just
A tiny little
while
WhatIUsedToBe
Forum Posts: 39
Thought Provoker
1
Joined 17th Sep 2013Forum Posts: 39
alone
sporing, wet and angry
intricate twisted fibers spiral out
sappy, splitting, dark beneath
no hope in escaping surface.
I miss a hearthstone
relieved of furring empty phrase,
wretched puns in placidity
crude infection gesturing
vile dyspepsia
laughter of knotty wit
and touches that sting
and rape sensitivity.
desiring only
your pliable hands
seeing and grasping
a depth of bleeding soil
fresh shining earth on your palms
consumed through your skin
you are full of me
and disappear.
I sink in corners dank and putrid
a corpuscle muscle turns to ebony
flaking pointed penetration
steel and banging
biting outside the door.
my sticking relentless time
grows upon itself
faster denied your light
and a brush on blue lines
pulsing mystery.
sporing, wet and angry
intricate twisted fibers spiral out
sappy, splitting, dark beneath
no hope in escaping surface.
I miss a hearthstone
relieved of furring empty phrase,
wretched puns in placidity
crude infection gesturing
vile dyspepsia
laughter of knotty wit
and touches that sting
and rape sensitivity.
desiring only
your pliable hands
seeing and grasping
a depth of bleeding soil
fresh shining earth on your palms
consumed through your skin
you are full of me
and disappear.
I sink in corners dank and putrid
a corpuscle muscle turns to ebony
flaking pointed penetration
steel and banging
biting outside the door.
my sticking relentless time
grows upon itself
faster denied your light
and a brush on blue lines
pulsing mystery.
AlisVolatPropriis8
Forum Posts: 322
Thought Provoker
7
Joined 24th Oct 2011Forum Posts: 322
A room lit by lonely light.
You cut the shade darker
spark solitude
and wrap it to a different world
the sun alive in your eyes,in paper
escaping crisp
winter silence and
wantoness of being wet
by black cynic words.
and by morning a thing dies
like a axe and unshaved wood
meditating dark pagan,
where curses suspense the
wind to a tree outgrown
chewing away melancholy
don't be a glory,but yet a
thousand fireworks across screen
for lust in me hungers ceaslessly
a story sewn in dream,unclaimable
resting in a whoring beauty,fire in forest
and i'm still awake writing
verses to mignight's table.
You cut the shade darker
spark solitude
and wrap it to a different world
the sun alive in your eyes,in paper
escaping crisp
winter silence and
wantoness of being wet
by black cynic words.
and by morning a thing dies
like a axe and unshaved wood
meditating dark pagan,
where curses suspense the
wind to a tree outgrown
chewing away melancholy
don't be a glory,but yet a
thousand fireworks across screen
for lust in me hungers ceaslessly
a story sewn in dream,unclaimable
resting in a whoring beauty,fire in forest
and i'm still awake writing
verses to mignight's table.
ScreamYourHeartOut
Joined 16th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 6
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 6
i'm alone in this world full of chaos and sin
my grip on sanity is wearing thin
loneliness brings up thoughts of death and pain
the stability of my mind begins to wane
i hide my depression oh so well
but i cant count the amount of tears that have fell
i've cried until my eyes where wrung dry
then i a pray -no- i beg to die
i slit my wrist but never deep
then i drift into a haunting sleep
one day i know death will come
once this world has had its fun
it'll beat me and break me and leave me empty inside
it'll steal my friends and family and leave me with nowhere to hide
i don't want to live yet i'm afraid to die
my entire life i've been living a lie
pretending to be happy, playful, even intoxicated with joy
while no one notices its just a ploy
in all honestly i've already died
i'm a shell of a person; i've rotted inside
my heart has been broken my mind was already broke
my soul is a wreck and my emotions are a joke
if i cant handle myself then who could handle me
i see death as an opportunity to finally be free
i cant do it myself maybe someday i will
this worlds sure doing a fine job but its coming slow still
can't it end faster? can i hurry my demise somehow?
i guess i'll be patient... it wont be to long
my grip on sanity is wearing thin
loneliness brings up thoughts of death and pain
the stability of my mind begins to wane
i hide my depression oh so well
but i cant count the amount of tears that have fell
i've cried until my eyes where wrung dry
then i a pray -no- i beg to die
i slit my wrist but never deep
then i drift into a haunting sleep
one day i know death will come
once this world has had its fun
it'll beat me and break me and leave me empty inside
it'll steal my friends and family and leave me with nowhere to hide
i don't want to live yet i'm afraid to die
my entire life i've been living a lie
pretending to be happy, playful, even intoxicated with joy
while no one notices its just a ploy
in all honestly i've already died
i'm a shell of a person; i've rotted inside
my heart has been broken my mind was already broke
my soul is a wreck and my emotions are a joke
if i cant handle myself then who could handle me
i see death as an opportunity to finally be free
i cant do it myself maybe someday i will
this worlds sure doing a fine job but its coming slow still
can't it end faster? can i hurry my demise somehow?
i guess i'll be patient... it wont be to long
Mourningcloak
Forum Posts: 61
Twisted Dreamer
16
Joined 3rd Dec 2012Forum Posts: 61
LostAngel
Joined 4th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 6
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 6
What do you do ?
I'm cryin my eyes out ,
But no one can see -
Because its deep ,
Deep inside of me !
What do you do when you want to turn back ,
But can't because its all just pitch black ?!
It seems as if my world is at an end ,
Yet it has just began .
With all this pain deep inside ,
I can't take it !
I just want to leave & hide ,
I want it to say Good - Bye !!
But it wont & I have no clue why ...
I have this feeling everyday
And when people ask me ,
Are you okay ?
With a smile I manage to say , Yes -
Then sigh & look away
So...
What do you do when you want to turn back ?
But can't because its all just PITCH BLACK ?!
I'm cryin my eyes out ,
But no one can see -
Because its deep ,
Deep inside of me !
What do you do when you want to turn back ,
But can't because its all just pitch black ?!
It seems as if my world is at an end ,
Yet it has just began .
With all this pain deep inside ,
I can't take it !
I just want to leave & hide ,
I want it to say Good - Bye !!
But it wont & I have no clue why ...
I have this feeling everyday
And when people ask me ,
Are you okay ?
With a smile I manage to say , Yes -
Then sigh & look away
So...
What do you do when you want to turn back ?
But can't because its all just PITCH BLACK ?!