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Tell me if your love is true,
Show me that I can trust you.
Don't break my heart
Don't play with my mind
It's happened before,
I don't want to rewind.
by C.D.M
Show me that I can trust you.
Don't break my heart
Don't play with my mind
It's happened before,
I don't want to rewind.
by C.D.M
Your Soulless Eye and Eternal Death
The shadow in your eye
reveal many things of why you cry
your spirit can be seen in them like air
even as the wind rustles your hair
your soul escapes through any gate
to mask your deepest fear and hate
your eyes glow with an ethereal light
to few does it shine bright
as you look to the shy
your soul begins to cry
the heavens split and it begins to rain
as you want for your life to drain
as your soul begins to bleed
there are many warnings you do not heed
as your eyes begin to weep
the rain begins to seep
in the ground at your feet
the shadows become very fleet
as it tries to take over your whole being
not even you can believe what you are seeing
as the shadow comes forth from your eye
the heavens split and begin to cry
your body becomes ethereal like air
they are the warnings of which you do not care
your heart becomes a gate
as your tears can no longer wait
your spirit burns with and ethereal light
and the shadows become less bright
as you look into the depths of the sky
your soul begins to cry
the path before you seems as empty
as a barren lea
when the shadows begin to flow
your eyes give off a secret glow
against the site you gain there
there is nothing that can compare
to the rivers of blood your soul doth leak
from the highest peak
flowing from a lake of tears
issuing a sound none hears
the wind whips your hair around your head
as you lay in your eternal bed
your eyes move all around
seeing nothing on the ground
your soul becomes a tempest
none can long resist
the touch of deaths hand
spreading across the land
as a wind of ethereal chill
which none can feel
the path before you is empty
and the air is not windy
when the shadows doth flow
your eyes begin to glow
against the site you gain there
in the tempest you will no longer fare
in the rivers of blood your soul doth leak
it is deaths touch you seek
flowing from a lake of tears
blow a wind of ethereal fears
as the darkness climbs through your being
those around you are fleeing
they do not know what the future holds
not even if they were told
as the soul begins to freeze
the shadow begins to breathe
and takes over your very soul
your being changes as a whole
you lash out at those around you
and there is nothing you can do
realization comes to late
and your self you begin to hate
as your feelings begin to show
your hostility will grow
with ever threat you make
your being will quake
when you finally draw blood
is it you or some one else who sits in the mud
as a tear comes to your eye
where will the shadow lie
as the darkness climbs through your being
realization becomes seeing
none know what the future holds
as the ethereal winds blow cold
as your soul begins to freeze
your threats begin to seize
as the shadows take your soul
your body takes a heavy toll
you lash out at the things that you do
as the shadows take over you
as the darkness encloses you
there is nothing you can do
as death takes you into his grasp
your voice becomes a rasp
when your breath has been choked
the fires are no longer stoked
your being grows stiff and cold
and there is nothing you can longer hold
except for the remnants of your soul
you are no longer whole
the eternal night encompasses your heart
a your life is ripped apart
you no longer understand
why you took the reapers hand
and took the shadow into your being
as before him you were kneeling
the screams of anguish come to thyne ear
though you did not give into the fear
of ages long by
you began to cry
as the darkness encloses your heart
the eternal night rips you apart
as death takes you into his grasp
you no longer hold the clasp
when your breath has been choked
and the reaper appears cloaked
as your body grows stiff and cold
and the screams are no longer bold
except for the remnants of your soul
the tears can no longer roll
The shadow in your eye
reveal many things of why you cry
your spirit can be seen in them like air
even as the wind rustles your hair
your soul escapes through any gate
to mask your deepest fear and hate
your eyes glow with an ethereal light
to few does it shine bright
as you look to the shy
your soul begins to cry
the heavens split and it begins to rain
as you want for your life to drain
as your soul begins to bleed
there are many warnings you do not heed
as your eyes begin to weep
the rain begins to seep
in the ground at your feet
the shadows become very fleet
as it tries to take over your whole being
not even you can believe what you are seeing
as the shadow comes forth from your eye
the heavens split and begin to cry
your body becomes ethereal like air
they are the warnings of which you do not care
your heart becomes a gate
as your tears can no longer wait
your spirit burns with and ethereal light
and the shadows become less bright
as you look into the depths of the sky
your soul begins to cry
the path before you seems as empty
as a barren lea
when the shadows begin to flow
your eyes give off a secret glow
against the site you gain there
there is nothing that can compare
to the rivers of blood your soul doth leak
from the highest peak
flowing from a lake of tears
issuing a sound none hears
the wind whips your hair around your head
as you lay in your eternal bed
your eyes move all around
seeing nothing on the ground
your soul becomes a tempest
none can long resist
the touch of deaths hand
spreading across the land
as a wind of ethereal chill
which none can feel
the path before you is empty
and the air is not windy
when the shadows doth flow
your eyes begin to glow
against the site you gain there
in the tempest you will no longer fare
in the rivers of blood your soul doth leak
it is deaths touch you seek
flowing from a lake of tears
blow a wind of ethereal fears
as the darkness climbs through your being
those around you are fleeing
they do not know what the future holds
not even if they were told
as the soul begins to freeze
the shadow begins to breathe
and takes over your very soul
your being changes as a whole
you lash out at those around you
and there is nothing you can do
realization comes to late
and your self you begin to hate
as your feelings begin to show
your hostility will grow
with ever threat you make
your being will quake
when you finally draw blood
is it you or some one else who sits in the mud
as a tear comes to your eye
where will the shadow lie
as the darkness climbs through your being
realization becomes seeing
none know what the future holds
as the ethereal winds blow cold
as your soul begins to freeze
your threats begin to seize
as the shadows take your soul
your body takes a heavy toll
you lash out at the things that you do
as the shadows take over you
as the darkness encloses you
there is nothing you can do
as death takes you into his grasp
your voice becomes a rasp
when your breath has been choked
the fires are no longer stoked
your being grows stiff and cold
and there is nothing you can longer hold
except for the remnants of your soul
you are no longer whole
the eternal night encompasses your heart
a your life is ripped apart
you no longer understand
why you took the reapers hand
and took the shadow into your being
as before him you were kneeling
the screams of anguish come to thyne ear
though you did not give into the fear
of ages long by
you began to cry
as the darkness encloses your heart
the eternal night rips you apart
as death takes you into his grasp
you no longer hold the clasp
when your breath has been choked
and the reaper appears cloaked
as your body grows stiff and cold
and the screams are no longer bold
except for the remnants of your soul
the tears can no longer roll
Night-Day-Night
As I look into the mirror
my reflection comes closer
as days end comes nearer
the veil of sleep falls upon me
as the shadows fall upon my latent being
my eyes close from the world
and my worries are fleeting
for i know naught around me
when I dream i see no nightmare
all I see are images
and incoherent things there
are abound in my mind
and as every time they fade away
some I never remember
this is what happens at the end of the day
when sleep takes me into it’s grasp
on the horizon when the sun appears
i begin to awake
every thing about the nights past fears
dissipates as the light touches the ground
my soul takes on the pain of reality
every one goes unknowing
as things constantly grip me
and I know not what I do
I go tot he places during the day I should
and none know the secret inside
none would care if they could
of the things that lie inside
then the days end comes again
and I prepare for sleep
and I will always give in
to the dreams for sleep
my teacher called this one creepy
As I look into the mirror
my reflection comes closer
as days end comes nearer
the veil of sleep falls upon me
as the shadows fall upon my latent being
my eyes close from the world
and my worries are fleeting
for i know naught around me
when I dream i see no nightmare
all I see are images
and incoherent things there
are abound in my mind
and as every time they fade away
some I never remember
this is what happens at the end of the day
when sleep takes me into it’s grasp
on the horizon when the sun appears
i begin to awake
every thing about the nights past fears
dissipates as the light touches the ground
my soul takes on the pain of reality
every one goes unknowing
as things constantly grip me
and I know not what I do
I go tot he places during the day I should
and none know the secret inside
none would care if they could
of the things that lie inside
then the days end comes again
and I prepare for sleep
and I will always give in
to the dreams for sleep
my teacher called this one creepy
these dont say much for me now do they^_^
Invisible
Some times you wish you were invisible
so you would not be seen by those around you
as you walk in the lanes that life presents
you revel in the freedom you have obtained
you enjoy the fact that none can see you
and you go where ever you want
you do the things you have always wanted
then you learn that none can hear you
so you say things you’ve never said before
you rejoice that you can get away with these things
then you learn that you can pass through people and things
and you go to places you have never been before
all the wonders you have seen seem great
then you wonder why things are this way
you search your memory for the answer
you go through the months past
then you remember some thing odd
you remember a time walking down the street
it seemed you had feinted suddenly
when you awoke you noticed a commotion
there was a group of people not far from you
they stood around some one on the ground
before you could find out who they were away in an ambulance
you some how came to be in the vehicle
yet you could still not see the person
it was then you realized that you were invisible
days later you get the chance you hoped for
it was the time of the persons funeral
why you did not remember this before you did not know
as you looked upon your face you knew
Invisible
Some times you wish you were invisible
so you would not be seen by those around you
as you walk in the lanes that life presents
you revel in the freedom you have obtained
you enjoy the fact that none can see you
and you go where ever you want
you do the things you have always wanted
then you learn that none can hear you
so you say things you’ve never said before
you rejoice that you can get away with these things
then you learn that you can pass through people and things
and you go to places you have never been before
all the wonders you have seen seem great
then you wonder why things are this way
you search your memory for the answer
you go through the months past
then you remember some thing odd
you remember a time walking down the street
it seemed you had feinted suddenly
when you awoke you noticed a commotion
there was a group of people not far from you
they stood around some one on the ground
before you could find out who they were away in an ambulance
you some how came to be in the vehicle
yet you could still not see the person
it was then you realized that you were invisible
days later you get the chance you hoped for
it was the time of the persons funeral
why you did not remember this before you did not know
as you looked upon your face you knew
Those are cool ROS 
I'll post some of mine later.
I'll post some of mine later.
Time is a weakness that few can ever brake.
Popular is acted most of them are fake.
Rich is a concept that leaves before your wake.
Crying shows emotion that your heart does take.
Life is imagined reality not great.
C.D.M.
Popular is acted most of them are fake.
Rich is a concept that leaves before your wake.
Crying shows emotion that your heart does take.
Life is imagined reality not great.
C.D.M.
Roses are red
Violets are by Rue.
I like this board.
Made by Dark Nayru
Violets are by Rue.
I like this board.
Made by Dark Nayru
Nice Zix,Nice 
Of course it is, and it only took me two hours to write it all
I have made an error, it was invisible that my teacher saw as creepy^_^.
Sick of confinement
The caged cattle wonders astray
In hopes of green pastures far, far away
Nearing the edge of of it's unjust entrapment
Plodding forth towards it's deadly enslavement
The headstrong bovine sallies forth
To the fence that blocks it's freedom
Sparks emit and the cow goes down
Up once more, it starts again, thinking
"That fence is slowly breaking!"
Thus lunging at the electric barrier with blind determination
The farmer witnessed this incredible feat of sheer will and stated
"What a stupid cow."
The caged cattle wonders astray
In hopes of green pastures far, far away
Nearing the edge of of it's unjust entrapment
Plodding forth towards it's deadly enslavement
The headstrong bovine sallies forth
To the fence that blocks it's freedom
Sparks emit and the cow goes down
Up once more, it starts again, thinking
"That fence is slowly breaking!"
Thus lunging at the electric barrier with blind determination
The farmer witnessed this incredible feat of sheer will and stated
"What a stupid cow."
laugh out loud
look at that cloud
I dont know how
A poem 'bout a cow
look at that cloud
I dont know how
A poem 'bout a cow
Mah favorite...
Bullet Hole
by:Amanda Rose
I saw the bullet coming and didn’t try to move.
I heard the gunshot sounding but didn’t seem to flinch.
I saw the bullet enter, making the gunshot wound.
I felt my body stagger, but don’t know if I fell
I see the red blood flowing, and I see the raindrops coming,
but I just lay here.
I know if I don’t do something I will die here in the rain,
but I don’t know how to stand.
I am alone in the street, my inflictor leaving long ago.
I don’t remember blinking, letting Heaven’s tears mix with my own..
I see the blood around me, as if trying to atone,
for the sins I had committed, in spite of what I’ve known.
I feel my soul leaving, going into the light.
I hear my own screaming, as my soul begins to fight.
I touch the hole inside my chest, and watch as it falls, before I drift into eternity…
I saw the bullet coming, and yet, I lay here dieing.
Bullet Hole
by:Amanda Rose
I saw the bullet coming and didn’t try to move.
I heard the gunshot sounding but didn’t seem to flinch.
I saw the bullet enter, making the gunshot wound.
I felt my body stagger, but don’t know if I fell
I see the red blood flowing, and I see the raindrops coming,
but I just lay here.
I know if I don’t do something I will die here in the rain,
but I don’t know how to stand.
I am alone in the street, my inflictor leaving long ago.
I don’t remember blinking, letting Heaven’s tears mix with my own..
I see the blood around me, as if trying to atone,
for the sins I had committed, in spite of what I’ve known.
I feel my soul leaving, going into the light.
I hear my own screaming, as my soul begins to fight.
I touch the hole inside my chest, and watch as it falls, before I drift into eternity…
I saw the bullet coming, and yet, I lay here dieing.
Its pretty good, just some grammatical errors, and some fluency, in the way it runs, other than that i like it.
Mr. Big-Time-Mod, are we allowed to post Haikus?
well A Haiku is a form of poetry so you go ahead and think that one out yourself
I've been forgotten I have no friends
My lifes a shadow that never ends.
I have no reason to go on.
Hope's lost forever. I'm to far gone.
Yet I breath a breathe and take a step
And yet again a coal is lit.
Another step and now I've found
A flame appears from way deep down.
Before you know it the flame came to be
A roaring fury inside of me.
A passionate wish and now I fly
I soar above eagles high in the sky.
Upon a beauty my eyes come to rest
Now I find peace in protecting my nest.
By: LoI
confusing but if you think the right way it all falls into place.
My lifes a shadow that never ends.
I have no reason to go on.
Hope's lost forever. I'm to far gone.
Yet I breath a breathe and take a step
And yet again a coal is lit.
Another step and now I've found
A flame appears from way deep down.
Before you know it the flame came to be
A roaring fury inside of me.
A passionate wish and now I fly
I soar above eagles high in the sky.
Upon a beauty my eyes come to rest
Now I find peace in protecting my nest.
By: LoI
confusing but if you think the right way it all falls into place.
When I die no one will cry
no one will know I passed from time
I walk alone upon my grave
to see that I am just a slave
Death has played me long enough
a test to see if I am tough
to last enough to see full life
but I have not shown any strife
I'll wilt away like a flower
inside a field that has gone sour
I just hope I die in peace
either known or lost disease
those that harmed me are forgiven
even those that madness driven
pushed closer to Death's own door
which I have missed the luck my own
but shadows see that I will try
not to cry when I die
~Dreams Shall Die
no one will know I passed from time
I walk alone upon my grave
to see that I am just a slave
Death has played me long enough
a test to see if I am tough
to last enough to see full life
but I have not shown any strife
I'll wilt away like a flower
inside a field that has gone sour
I just hope I die in peace
either known or lost disease
those that harmed me are forgiven
even those that madness driven
pushed closer to Death's own door
which I have missed the luck my own
but shadows see that I will try
not to cry when I die
~Dreams Shall Die
some one i know in Bristol wrote this it is called soon to be butterfly
It’s a moment I keep thinking upon, a feeling that wont leave my body or escape my mind. It reminds me to believe, to believe that not every deep thinker is deceased with dark thoughts for all the time that’s passes.
This diamond thought of mine raises feelings that don’t bless me or absorb my complete state of person, but when they do hit me, which is so little it seems as if they should have never been felt; a feeling of knowing what life means to live washes deeply into my heart, following my red blood by a pulse of strength pumped by my beating heart.
On the ground that looks worn and darkened by footsteps, dots of heavy golden rays of light splash across floor leaving an orange stain. I add to the darkness with my unstoppable thumping steps that for some reason unknown to me then, seemed lighter then any other I have ever taken…as if I was flying, as if I found some creatures wings to carry me along this path.
I stop. I see some life other then mine not to far away from where I stand, I see some other life casting breaths of beauty as it stays so still. A cold chill would more often than not be traveling across my back by now, yet all I feel is warmth as this creature draws me into is senses. Some thing so pure and graceful doesn’t seem right to look at, as if it was enough to burn my sky blue eyes with red-hot fire. I dare not call it perfect however that seems to be the only word I could ever use to describe the flashes of colors spread evenly across its wings. Could this be the creature that lent me its wings that carried me to where it lays?
It’s a moment I keep thinking upon, a feeling that wont leave my body or escape my mind. It reminds me to believe, to believe that not every deep thinker is deceased with dark thoughts for all the time that’s passes.
This diamond thought of mine raises feelings that don’t bless me or absorb my complete state of person, but when they do hit me, which is so little it seems as if they should have never been felt; a feeling of knowing what life means to live washes deeply into my heart, following my red blood by a pulse of strength pumped by my beating heart.
On the ground that looks worn and darkened by footsteps, dots of heavy golden rays of light splash across floor leaving an orange stain. I add to the darkness with my unstoppable thumping steps that for some reason unknown to me then, seemed lighter then any other I have ever taken…as if I was flying, as if I found some creatures wings to carry me along this path.
I stop. I see some life other then mine not to far away from where I stand, I see some other life casting breaths of beauty as it stays so still. A cold chill would more often than not be traveling across my back by now, yet all I feel is warmth as this creature draws me into is senses. Some thing so pure and graceful doesn’t seem right to look at, as if it was enough to burn my sky blue eyes with red-hot fire. I dare not call it perfect however that seems to be the only word I could ever use to describe the flashes of colors spread evenly across its wings. Could this be the creature that lent me its wings that carried me to where it lays?
I really like that poem DSD.
that's interesting reaper.
that's interesting reaper.
Another one flew past my head
Hoping to make something dead
It flew straight and true
But in my mind I knew
That an arrow can’t go through a rock.
They came at me, more, like gnats
But struck with the power of bats
With a whiz and a thud
And a bit a fresh mud
Which came to a rest near my sock
Comrades in arms hiding now
Down to our last milking cow
With a sigh and a grumble
And quite the big rumble
Siers stood up and started to talk
Sword in one hand, shield in t’other
Most of us called to our brother
He gave a big shout
To eliminate doubt
And led a big charge towards the flock
Doomed to defeat we all thought
But things looked up as we fought
With a hearty cheer
And no more fear
The enemy’s troops we did mock
Thus ends my tale of wars past
They came and they went all too fast
For brothers now gone
And good times I long
At the peace that remains now I gawk
Well, there my poem of...The month, or half year, somthin' like that...Hope you enjoyed it, I know the beats a bit sketchy at best, but cunstruction criticism is welcome...Keyword constructive, dun just shoot it down...
Hoping to make something dead
It flew straight and true
But in my mind I knew
That an arrow can’t go through a rock.
They came at me, more, like gnats
But struck with the power of bats
With a whiz and a thud
And a bit a fresh mud
Which came to a rest near my sock
Comrades in arms hiding now
Down to our last milking cow
With a sigh and a grumble
And quite the big rumble
Siers stood up and started to talk
Sword in one hand, shield in t’other
Most of us called to our brother
He gave a big shout
To eliminate doubt
And led a big charge towards the flock
Doomed to defeat we all thought
But things looked up as we fought
With a hearty cheer
And no more fear
The enemy’s troops we did mock
Thus ends my tale of wars past
They came and they went all too fast
For brothers now gone
And good times I long
At the peace that remains now I gawk
Well, there my poem of...The month, or half year, somthin' like that...Hope you enjoyed it, I know the beats a bit sketchy at best, but cunstruction criticism is welcome...Keyword constructive, dun just shoot it down...
Oh my dear ZP
Why have you been 404'd?
Kao, what's going on?
Why have you been 404'd?
Kao, what's going on?
Unnamed:
In time When We Finally Meet
Let Me Lay My Head In Your Lap to Weep
let Me Weep Over The loss Of Joy
The Loss Of That Which Came Before
Let Me Cry Over lost Happiness
Let Me Weep All My Distress
The Loss of My Innocence
In time When We Finally Meet
Let Me Lay My Head In Your Lap to Weep
let Me Weep Over The loss Of Joy
The Loss Of That Which Came Before
Let Me Cry Over lost Happiness
Let Me Weep All My Distress
The Loss of My Innocence
Hold On To Help Me:
Take me into your arms in the night
hold me close as i give way to my fright
keep my close as i start to fade from sight
unbind my chains witht he cmoing of dawn
so i can bury my dreams under the lawn
and go about my day an eternal pawn
I will dream of one day having wings
to follow the freedom that birds sing
I welcome the dreams and what they bring
even if they bring dreams of the past
to which i will hold on forever fast
even if it drains my will to it's last
so hold me close witht he coming of night
and help bury my dreams with the coming of dawn
even if i gain the freedom of wings
i will one day nered to give up my past
Take me into your arms in the night
hold me close as i give way to my fright
keep my close as i start to fade from sight
unbind my chains witht he cmoing of dawn
so i can bury my dreams under the lawn
and go about my day an eternal pawn
I will dream of one day having wings
to follow the freedom that birds sing
I welcome the dreams and what they bring
even if they bring dreams of the past
to which i will hold on forever fast
even if it drains my will to it's last
so hold me close witht he coming of night
and help bury my dreams with the coming of dawn
even if i gain the freedom of wings
i will one day nered to give up my past
Mirror Mirror:
i look into the mirror to find my self
but always fail to see
what the mirror reflects of me
I see not the mirror's faultless face
instead i see where the face has cracked
and the distorted result of reality
the myriad reflections from this mirror smashed
reflects the infinite possibility of my mind
and the worst only can I see
Buried amongst the jagged shards
lies the pieces of perfection
forever hidden from my sight
only the faults will i ever see
of this distorted reality
I see not the picture as a whole
but each individual reality
i look into the mirror to find my self
but always fail to see
what the mirror reflects of me
I see not the mirror's faultless face
instead i see where the face has cracked
and the distorted result of reality
the myriad reflections from this mirror smashed
reflects the infinite possibility of my mind
and the worst only can I see
Buried amongst the jagged shards
lies the pieces of perfection
forever hidden from my sight
only the faults will i ever see
of this distorted reality
I see not the picture as a whole
but each individual reality
dragon Flight at Night:
Soaring high in the sky
above clouds and an endless haze
Eyes older than time
look down on the world that has forgotten them
a shape that once inspired awe and reverence
goes unnoticed as the winds on which it flies
a world once as simple as the cycle of rain
now complex as life's mystery
Once believed in magic
but now only what it can see
the heart mourns the loss of magic
that once enabled them to see
the scales of glitter in moonlight
as they traverse the world
searching always fro the one
who still might see
wings pumping muscles contracting
the dragon flies on for eternity
these are three poems I have written recently, i have had basically a huge block of writers block that was in my way that a bit ago finally went away.
Soaring high in the sky
above clouds and an endless haze
Eyes older than time
look down on the world that has forgotten them
a shape that once inspired awe and reverence
goes unnoticed as the winds on which it flies
a world once as simple as the cycle of rain
now complex as life's mystery
Once believed in magic
but now only what it can see
the heart mourns the loss of magic
that once enabled them to see
the scales of glitter in moonlight
as they traverse the world
searching always fro the one
who still might see
wings pumping muscles contracting
the dragon flies on for eternity
these are three poems I have written recently, i have had basically a huge block of writers block that was in my way that a bit ago finally went away.