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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:38 pm
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Sakura-Kyoukan Paper hearts melt paper snowflakes falling from the lights While ancients hum and old woods creek just beyond the edge of sight Round a bonfire proud men dance, cry's cutting thru the night As the misty morning tumbles in, hundreds begin their fight Two brothers turned against eachother, opposing to their ends Their clan and lineiage so divided it seemed impossible to mend Now they each lead their loyal blood in a war against theirselves While the sun looks on over the forest's shoulders and watches a field turn to hell The fight rages on for week after week, and benevolence seemed far behind a family once so strongly united, now rejected by the most divine As a boy looked on, the battle ends two brothers lay slain by eachother sword But little gangus just scoffs and turns to his mom and said... well so much for the horde rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl |
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:39 pm
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GracieLou *NOTABLE MENTIONS* The Rhythm of all that Flows
The trembling bass line comes crreping in-
In comes the bass drum, then after the snare-
The beat takes you away, with no need for reason-
Both moving in unison, one rhythm they share.
Then comes the guitar, entering without a mistake-
With riffss so powerful, it grabs your soul-
You lose stability over every move you make-
Just let it take you, just lose control.
While hearing the guitar, drums, and bass, too-
Everything else in this world disappears-
All you have is the music inside you-
not even your worst and uttermost fears.
If you ask everyone, they all will know-
Music is the rhythm of all that flows.
~LordofDoom
"Broken Love"
Until two blinks of the eye,
Our love lasted.
One little argument has bested,
A love I held high.
You don�t know what goes through me,
Longing for the way it used to be.
Spoken words brought you hurt,
Now words fly away,
I don�t know how to say,
I treated u like dirt.
Forgive and forget me forever,
Unless we can start all over.
I can�t change the past,
Future whispers to me,
A vision I can see,
Our love may not last.
I refuse to let it end,
So please lend me your hand.
A drop of water can�t burn out fire,
Love can�t be broken.
Sometimes it may weaken.
True love is rare.
Do you really want love to lose?
I live that up for you to choose.
It�s too late to be sorry.
I�ll still say I�m regretful,
Your silence is hurtful,
Our past we can bury.
Our love�s worth more than one argument,
Once lost, forever I�ll lament.
~DevilDante21 |
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 1:07 am
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Dreamer/ Dormiente
O sleeper, what is sleep?
Sleep resembles death.
Why, then, do you not achieve a work through
which you may have after death
the semblance of one who is living and perfect,
instead of giving your living self in sleep
the semblance of the unhappy dead?
Dark Being...
As I ventured forth the dark tunnel of my being...
I was then swallowed by darkness...
The chains of cruelty and fear binded my limbs...
Coldness bit my whole body...
It stabbed me at my very heart... My heart bled and died...
My emotions gone away w/ my heart...
I felt cold and dark...
I break the chains and left to see my reflection...
I laughed... an evil cold laughter...
I see myself Twisted in being....
I have become a dark being...
Darkness Reigns My self being...
Darkness Reigns Me...
My life enshrouded by shadowed beings...
My heart barely alive bleeds as thousands of daggers stabs it...
My soul defiled with sorrow...
Emotions filled only with hatred...
I am binded with chains of lies and deceit...
Darkness reigns me...
Darkened Faith
Darkness...
Darkness...
Darkness...
Come to me and enpower my cruel being...
Come to me and enshroud my heart...
Show me the path of darkness in which I may strike fear upon the hearts of many...
Unchain my cruel self within the dark pits of my being...
Transform me into the demon I once was...
The demon who made the paradise of blood...
Oh cruel darkness, let me be the darkened being I once was...
What I see in myself...
I see myself binded by many chains...
The chains of principles...
The chains of Lies and deceit...
The chains of Cruel Reality...
The chains of pain....
The chains of darkness...
There are so many chains I'm binded to...
I am sealed to the very pits of myself...
The chains...
The chains...
It pains...
Mask
A smile shows hope, happiness, cheerfulness and warmth...
A smile shows nothing but bliss...
A smile shows everything that may bring joy to you and others...
But does your smile hide something else?
Does your smile hides the sadness within your heart?
Do you blind others of what sorrow you keep within?
What burden do you carry upon your shoulders to blind them?
I carry the mask of smiles and the mask of emptiness...
What mask do you hide yourself?
What lies and deceit do you hide nor show to others?
But your eyes shall tell the truth of what you hide...
What sadness you bring...
Of what tide you shall forebear...
What do you hide in yourself...
I may never know...
Blood Dreams
I dreamt of a world...
A world desolated by my own being...
An arid land of waste...
Of putrid smell of carrions rotting and eaten by worms and scavengers...
To the ground of where I stood lays an ocean of blood...
An ocean of blood whose blood was of people I have slain...
My hands as I see to it... Are stained of blood... Stained of the blood of those who've seen horror...
I look upon myself upon the reflection of the blood ocean and see myself as the man cursed of blood...
This past was of unknown truth that is terrible for me to remember...
The blood dreams come upon me as the time draws near...
Beauty of the night...
Golden halo shining in mystery...
Silvery wisp that illuminates the sky...
Stars brightened jewels shimmering
and dancing upon the nighty sky...
Great fathers of clouds that blows
a breeze of gentleness...
With earthly ambiance of the nighty world...
What beauty do I see that
astounds me of the moon and night...
Unto the corridors of time...
Empty pavements, empty corridors...
Of rooms, no noise be heard but of the music of memories unforgotten...
Of countless times of passing on to another, the life shared with others...
What memories unfold as time grows by...
Poison in the Veins...
Heavy rain...
Heavy Flow...
Heavy pain...
Heavy memories...
Heavy feelings...
Heavy burdens...
As blood is cleansed from bloodied hands...
As eyes be washed with tears...
The scent of that very day remains...
Life's a never ending challenge...
Once our eyes open to the world we live in...
We then face a challenge before...
When we were young, we were challenged to grow to be who we are...
As days pass, as days ends and rest comes at the very eve of night...
We face a never ending challenge...
We struggle...
We are determined...
Whatever burden we may bring...
As long as we have our will to live and fight...
We can do ...anything!!!
Nothing is perfect.
nothing is perfect.
No perfect time.
No perfect person.
But within these flaws can you see beauty...
I see the beauty and harshness of my life...
Somehow...
And all I can say is that it is a cruel beauty...
So cruel but beautiful.
whatever joy that you feel will always be counter by the balance of harshness.
You can never expect everything to be right...
It's always what one can say to be a downhill road... Where you adjust and think it is perfect.
nothing is perfect...
For us who is mortal...
Memories...
What ever good can I remember?
What ever things can I remember?
What pieces of its broken fragments can I find?
Unto the dream scape of time immemorable...
A barren desolated land of utter destruction...
What defiled creatures comes from the deep abyss comes to haunt...
Darkness that illuminates a light; A light that is an absence of light itself...
A dark matter that absorbs the light...
A void that eats away... Everything...
Beast of the dark...
What shards of memories can I find again...
A cry of Innocence
What makes you plead for mercy...
What makes you plead for help...
What makes you plead for what is good to a person?
What good did you do for the person or for others...
What innocence to you show...
Who knows...
Who knows...
... Who knows...
((Sorry if I made so many.... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:29 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:30 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 1:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 3:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 1:04 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:08 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 1:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 1:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 1:23 pm
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Figment
He's always there...
Lurking, hiding, biding his time.
Seemingly disinterested in the happening of my life,
Awakening only when something inexplicable happens,
Always at the back of my mind,
Ensconced in the recesses of my brain.
But through every motion I take, he is revealed.
In every thought, every small action,
He permeates the cranial layers.
He is a figment of my imagination,
A mirage,
A hoax,
Maybe, something altogether different.
Perhaps, I'm him, and he's me...
Or just an intricate mix of the two.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 1:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:37 pm
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