Submissions by Reavenheart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2015 11:45am
23rd Oct 2015 11:45am
Unrequited
Sick and tired of trying,
it feels just like I'm dying.
Every piece of me is split in two.
I give without pretending,
still feels like this is ending,
and I do it all for you.
Emotions on the border,
temper getting shorter,
I wish that I could run away and hide.
This thorn in my side,
had to swallow my pride.
Just giving in, to be by your side.
Always giving, not receiving
has pierced my heart now bleeding.
The only part that's left of me is you
it feels just like I'm dying.
Every piece of me is split in two.
I give without pretending,
still feels like this is ending,
and I do it all for you.
Emotions on the border,
temper getting shorter,
I wish that I could run away and hide.
This thorn in my side,
had to swallow my pride.
Just giving in, to be by your side.
Always giving, not receiving
has pierced my heart now bleeding.
The only part that's left of me is you
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 7:40pm
17th Aug 2015 7:40pm
Penance
I dwell among the roses
so the thorns can bleed me dry.
The pain of beauty, such a beautiful pain
I hail grace, and lost all taste for this bitter womb
The cradle of my desire.
No more fantasies sprung
from this fountain deflowered.
Only shadows lurk in the silent nightmares
of this lonely heart.
so the thorns can bleed me dry.
The pain of beauty, such a beautiful pain
I hail grace, and lost all taste for this bitter womb
The cradle of my desire.
No more fantasies sprung
from this fountain deflowered.
Only shadows lurk in the silent nightmares
of this lonely heart.
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Aug 2015 10:39pm
8th Aug 2015 10:39pm
Scar
Tear these inhibitions from side to side.
O god there is nothing left but a naked soul to hide.
Such a pretty picture, a scar to paint.
The only lines left are worn and faint.
A soul left waiting for what could have been.
A heart still wanting of what lies within.
This soul is spread cold and thin.
O god there's nothing left worth salvaging.
Unfortunate fate, the guiding ring.
The bond, the trap, a new beginning.
Lost, found and withering.
This soul, this life with no meaning.
O god there's nothing left but wondering.
O god there is nothing left but a naked soul to hide.
Such a pretty picture, a scar to paint.
The only lines left are worn and faint.
A soul left waiting for what could have been.
A heart still wanting of what lies within.
This soul is spread cold and thin.
O god there's nothing left worth salvaging.
Unfortunate fate, the guiding ring.
The bond, the trap, a new beginning.
Lost, found and withering.
This soul, this life with no meaning.
O god there's nothing left but wondering.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2015 7:22pm
20th Jul 2015 7:22pm
Deeper
I could drown in her eyes.
Like rivers of peace.
I find myself sinking deeper.
Let me drink from this passion,
This unrivaled urge to taste
To feel, to be,
just close enough to steal a glimpse.
Just enough to feel myself slip away.
Let the hours just pass by
Minutes fade to days
What horrors awaits when passion dies.
I remain trapped in those eyes.
Tracing ley lines of forgotten smiles.
Entwined in this malignant sacrifice.
Still deeper I'll sink.
Unable to cut away.
Incapable of breaking free.
Of what is...
Like rivers of peace.
I find myself sinking deeper.
Let me drink from this passion,
This unrivaled urge to taste
To feel, to be,
just close enough to steal a glimpse.
Just enough to feel myself slip away.
Let the hours just pass by
Minutes fade to days
What horrors awaits when passion dies.
I remain trapped in those eyes.
Tracing ley lines of forgotten smiles.
Entwined in this malignant sacrifice.
Still deeper I'll sink.
Unable to cut away.
Incapable of breaking free.
Of what is...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2015 11:48am
16th Jul 2015 11:48am
Prayer of the moon
The mist of morning
Deepens the haunting of the pale moon.
Glistening, whispering of decay.
The oceans rise higher as to obey.
A single word almost as in a dream
A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream.
Tenebrae!
The gruesome theme.
It lingers in my heart eternally
Tenebrae amica mihi.
Be the darkness my love, for me.
Deepens the haunting of the pale moon.
Glistening, whispering of decay.
The oceans rise higher as to obey.
A single word almost as in a dream
A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream.
Tenebrae!
The gruesome theme.
It lingers in my heart eternally
Tenebrae amica mihi.
Be the darkness my love, for me.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jul 2015 7:34pm
9th Jul 2015 7:34pm
life
Darker than death itself
Lower than the pits of hell
Live this skin trap cage called life
Until begging death eternally.
No more will light be seen
Unveil dark blood to purify life
Nothing gained by living right.
Swallow shallow pride, hope and destiny
Unveil dark blood to purify life that would never be
Let tears bleed down smoldering fate
Darker than death itself
Lower than the pits of hell
Life
Lower than the pits of hell
Live this skin trap cage called life
Until begging death eternally.
No more will light be seen
Unveil dark blood to purify life
Nothing gained by living right.
Swallow shallow pride, hope and destiny
Unveil dark blood to purify life that would never be
Let tears bleed down smoldering fate
Darker than death itself
Lower than the pits of hell
Life
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 11:52am
8th Jul 2015 11:52am
She is
There's something about the way she looks,
draws eyes in awe of her splendor.
Weakening to the point of surrender.
When passion meets her lustrous lips.
Even death fails to resist.
There's something about the way she moves.
Like a river through the heart.
Flowing with the shores of the soul.
Tearing inhibitions apart
draws eyes in awe of her splendor.
Weakening to the point of surrender.
When passion meets her lustrous lips.
Even death fails to resist.
There's something about the way she moves.
Like a river through the heart.
Flowing with the shores of the soul.
Tearing inhibitions apart
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 8:46am
1st Jul 2015 8:46am
Evening
Candles cast a calming shadow overture of flickering flame
That dance macabre like the willow over glistening water in the calm winds of spring.
The shadows of demons and angels prays to be seen.
As if telling stories of what lies within.
The calming patter of the rain can not repent the mind from humanity's sin.
The heart grows darker with each soft prayer said cold and withering.
That dance macabre like the willow over glistening water in the calm winds of spring.
The shadows of demons and angels prays to be seen.
As if telling stories of what lies within.
The calming patter of the rain can not repent the mind from humanity's sin.
The heart grows darker with each soft prayer said cold and withering.
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 6:35pm
30th Jun 2015 6:35pm
To be no more
How I crave the cold embrace of eternal slumber
It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life.
I long for the nevermore of eternal night.
The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple.
To sleep, to rest, to be no more.
At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair.
I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair.
Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief.
leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.
It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life.
I long for the nevermore of eternal night.
The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple.
To sleep, to rest, to be no more.
At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair.
I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair.
Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief.
leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 6:33pm
30th Jun 2015 6:33pm
Forever bound
I hear it calling,
the shadow of who I used to be.
I feel it clawing,
this darkness still inside of me.
Now just a shell a hollow memory.
Always lost never found
What was and will be, forever bound.
the shadow of who I used to be.
I feel it clawing,
this darkness still inside of me.
Now just a shell a hollow memory.
Always lost never found
What was and will be, forever bound.
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