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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 8, 2005 10:19:29 GMT -5
thanks again. Here I wrote this one last night. IT definatly ins't my best one, and it isn't as....dark... as the last few but here it is anyways.
Gone
What a tangeled web we weave Of lies and deceit I guess it is part my fault But I'd like to see you Change the minds Of three hundred somethin teens Its hard And depressin Living behind a mask Its boring It sucks Everyon expects me to listen But they don't listen back Well f**k them all They need me But I don't need them I think I'll go away Be incarnated Become respected In my next life I'll spimly pick this up And cock it And gently, gently Squeez the trigger And......
Yeah, I'm not super sure I really like this one, but yea.
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Post by Enchant on Mar 9, 2005 3:39:15 GMT -5
I think its dark.....and kinda scary.....yep your back to your old self.....nicely done...
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 9, 2005 15:19:06 GMT -5
the irony to my darkness is that I can only write like this when I'm in a fairly good or just inspired mood. Right so I wrote these a few weeks ago. not exactly dark, but I had been htinking about the Grim Reaper for somereason. I like them. FOr some reason I think they are cute.
~Stranger~
A stranger cam today He said he knew me well A stranger came today At the toll of the noon bell Garbed in black and hooded No face could I see Garbed in black and hooded His scyth taller than he He said it was my time to go Go where I wanted to ask He said it was time to go Then he opened the ebony cask The inside was pillowed white silk I was comfortable to the touch The inside was pillowed white silk I didn't like it much I calmly said I would not go He replied I must I calmly asked why would I go When you I do not trust I'm just sixteen I said But I knew I didn't fear death I am just sixteen I said He let out a frosty breath I am not ready to go There's so much I havn't done I'm not ready to go I want to have more fun He sighed and waved goodbye And turned to leave He sighed and waved goodbye And left only me A stranger cam today He said he knew me well A stranger came today At the toll of the noon bell Garbed in black and hooded No face could I see Garbed in black and hooded His scyth taller than he
~Grim~
The reaper's dog hath come All balck with frosted breath Shaggy fur and red eyes Bringing the sign of death
The reaper's dog hath come On a mission for his master To sniff out the next victim The symbol of disaster
The reaper's dog hath come He looks at only me Though I don’t fear the beast He shows me no mercy
The reaper’s dog hath come A low rumble in his chest He seeks only me His eyes lack all greed
The reaper’s dog hath come Out of the bushes he jumps A bark and a growl He pounces, his eyes big
The reaper’s dog hath come He licks my face with joy I shove him away and say “come on, get off boy.”<br>
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 9, 2005 15:26:35 GMT -5
Binding
said is spoken and spoken sealed I bind the black rose's power to my will and all of those with who its power shares I bind their soul to my flesh, blood, and tears gone before we're dead left before we're wrong the rose is my slave and so are you for so very long bound to me are the three the rose, its power, and you the only release is my blood fresh and new willingly, seven drops is needed upon the the bush of the black rose that binds us all but enough said you're mine and thats that you took the rose's gift and gave no returne all you can now do is mourn said is spoken and spoken sealed I bind the black rose's power to my will and all of those with who its power shares I bind their soul to my flesh, blood, and tears
I love this poem. I actually took the first few lines out of a speel a character in my story uses. I am also currently working on a dragon poem. I think I'll be vary happy with it once it is done. I'll post it a.s.a.p ^^
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Post by noa on Mar 9, 2005 18:11:23 GMT -5
the first few seem very Dioish. (Dio being the band.. not god)
I've yet to read the rest but I applaud your writing skills.
Very well written and down.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 9, 2005 18:18:18 GMT -5
heh, well thanks. You're approval means alot to me.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Jan 21, 2006 20:49:06 GMT -5
this has no title as of yet
The day is cold The sky is gray the world is bleak and dreary this is what a day is like in minnesota's january
the suns not seen in several weeks behind gray clouds it hides and at night the moon is covered by orange, snow laden skys
The people become sad with cabin feaver they're depressed the kids complain the fatehr laze and mothers become harassed
it sleats, it rians it ices, it hails it dizzels and it snows all of this leads up to icy driving roads
snomobiels scoot down the street in the ditches and across the ice this activity most definatly is the best winter vice
people ski, snowboard and sled down hills and skatings a common sight its all so fun it all feels ao silly but it always feels so right
in minnesota winter changes this is certanly true the orange at night and in day and the snow's luminescent hue
but the best thing of all is the silent snow fall that happens in dead od night when suddenly you wake sit at your open front door and take in the silent, beautiful sight
i know its jumps around this is the first draft, I havn't edited it yet
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Post by voltage on Jan 23, 2006 19:19:14 GMT -5
the cut poem holds too much sympathy to the cutter and not contrasting the illogical display of brain power.
it was the aliens
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Jan 24, 2006 17:02:19 GMT -5
Dude, if you read any of my other poem about cutting and the like you will see that they aren't sympathetic at all. I don't write that way, it isn't my style. The poems are wirtten from the cutter's point of view. Of course they are going to be sympathetic to them selfs, but even then, some people have what they feel is a valid reason to leave this world, this person did. And is you really knew what sympathy was, you would realized that there is a difference between sympathya nd depressive self pity
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Post by voltage on Jan 24, 2006 17:16:56 GMT -5
i see, its a stream-of-conciosness method of writing, very interesting.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Jan 24, 2006 17:47:43 GMT -5
why do you insist on labeling everything? is that ...*leans over and eyes him, squinting* what are you a freshman? if that, is that freshman like little head of your's so involded in school cliques that you have to put a label on everything? I'm not trying to be rude or insulting or anything but earlier you called me independant, yeah fine I don't like labels, but if you must label me, go ahead...but why does writing, writing of any sort have to be lebeled. its art man, its creative and artistic freedom that keeps labels off of it. Go ahead and call it what you want, but really, it isn't anything. Its jsut there. Thoughts and feelings put down on paper so I don't actually do what the people in my poems do, so i don't go and cut or kill myself. if you're going to label it anything, label it and "Alex's best form of self expression and emotional freedom"
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Post by voltage on Jan 24, 2006 17:51:49 GMT -5
Im sorry if i have offended you, i am a sophomore, and I merely identifie the method because the reason i didnt understand it before was i had it matched wrong. I must ask why i am being age-attacked? And if you mean by 'labeling' as stereotyping, well if i agree everyone is independent, then havent i labeled everyone? which means i have labeled no one.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Jan 24, 2006 17:57:27 GMT -5
you havn't offended me i just wnat to know why you insisted on giving it a name when it doesn't need one. As for being age attacked, I'm sorry if you felt that way, it wasn't intended, it is just that I call people, anyone really whos appear to me as labelers, I call them freshman. its my own personal way of showing them how dumb they look. I havn't looked at your prof, so i don't know how old you are.
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Apr 8, 2006 20:27:25 GMT -5
OKay I have a bucnh some new some not, but none on here yet so here it goes
All For You
Everything I have done in my life I have done to please you Like the dog that stays by my own side I have been nothing but loyal to you Yet I feel so invisible My deeds go unnoticed and ignored Like a brick in a wall Your complements pass over me like a child's hand If I were to go If I were to leave forever How much would you care If I moved away And never saw you again How would you feel I fear your disappointment I dread your anger But how can I get your Attention any other way When I am good When I do what I should I am invisible to you And to the rest of the world So what can I do What can I do to finally please you Because I am being torn apart And it hurts because you don't see You don't see it like I see it Like I see it when it happens to you So tell me What the hell can I do To finally please you
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Apr 8, 2006 20:28:20 GMT -5
~Calling~
My head hurts What the f**k I don't get this place Oddly alien I want to go home To my final calling The place where I belong The origin of my soul I want to go home To my calling
~The Way I Was~
Its winter within my soul But summer is my body I'm not as happy as I seem Secrets from my family Secrets from my friends I'm not the blessed one anymore I've changed Too bad I liked the way I was
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