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The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.

Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.

Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.

Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.

Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.

You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.

Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.
The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the
The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,
Never breathing or blinking.
She is a morbid master of the sands,
Of time that terrorises your torment:
Gaze upon her vile visage and away you go.

She stands alone in such grace,
Never talking or thinking.
She has her elusive eyes on your face,
Of innocence that isolates your idiocy:
Look at her sinister snarl and you'll depart too.

She watches you with utter patience,
Never whistling or winking.
She'll turn lights low in her defence,
Of malevolence that murders your mind:
Stare out to her granite guise and forget all you know.
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.

To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.

To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.

My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.

My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.

Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.

Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubble,
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear,
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight,
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.

Flames fly high over her raven crown without care,
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet.
But this is no angel that any army can defeat,
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound,
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.

Standing alone amongst wreckage of war,
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain,
And in her gaze she wiel
FragileHow could something so fragile,
As the humble heart of a lover's longing,
Be so easily torn in twain?
Was it his desire to deal in danger,
When he first gazed upon your glance?

How could something so fragile,
As the sweet soul of a valentine's virtue,
Be so tragically annulled once again?
In his honour and humility for you he did hunger,
But never did you care or give into chance.

How could something so fragile,
As the flickering fire of a sweetheart's seduction,
Be so pathetically ruined in the rain?
His amorous advances are all but asunder,
With malice you've split his love with your lance.
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?

Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?

Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?
The Angel Who Fell From HeavenThere was an angel of the honest skies,
Who's white wings were struck,
By the lashes of lightning cries.
She fell from above into earthly muck,
To the wistful wonder of two youths of yore.

With her face in distress of her plight,
She took two feathers of fire,
And gouged out her eyes of eternal light.
In the dirt this heavenly being did tire,
Until she was awoken by the prodding of paws.

Two days rolled past her corrupted visage,
As meek mortals tended to her pain,
To the dismay of the denizen's rage.
In tears this being of beauty tried in vain,
To call out for help from her blood brethren.

For a month and a day she did heal,
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?

Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?

Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.

Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.

What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
An
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.

For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.

Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.

For I have listened to past laught
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My Life Is DeadMy life is dead,
And here I have a black bullet,
Lodged in the upper hemisphere of my head.
But then I see the fuse that was lit,
Sparking in the echoing dark.

My life is dead,
And now I'm six feet under,
Slumbering in a cold coffin, not a bed.
Yet my corpse awakes to thunder,
Whilst hounds of hell growl and bark.

My life is dead,
And so I crawl across the sodden soil,
Yearning for this acidic hunger to be fed.
How brittle it seems is this mortal coil?
Ain't fate more than a merry lark?
SighWhen I try,
I begin to cry,
Then I lie,
And wish to die,
But then all I think of is to sigh.

Everything is just a hardship,
That I will attempt to overcome.
Trembles emanate from my bottom lip,
When I try to think of home;
And here I am writing this poem.

When I cry,
I start to try,
And hope not to die,
Maybe then I won't lie,
Yet still I will begin to sigh.
The Rarity Of MeYou'll rarely see me,
After I say my final goodbye,
I need to end it now,
For me to restart my life.
I have had enough of all this strife.

You'll rarely hear me,
Because from now all it will be,
Is just plain, simple and insane: I.
I'll miss you my friends,
But from now on this will be the end.
The Silver ShipI have tried and I have failed,
But watch the haunting horizon,
For that silver ship of dreams has sailed,
Sojourning over the seven soulless seas,
With zephyr's breath guiding it across the ocean.

I have hoped and I have waited,
For that silver ship to return in regality,
With it's precious prow I have sighted,
Returning from it's opaque ordnance,
From a fierce venture: yet I'd wake into reality.
DieI really want to die soon,
Drowning myself,
Under the gaze of a mourning moon,
I hate this life I lead,
And maybe then my soul will be freed.

I wish to die as quick,
With knives,
Hearing the slice makes me sick,
I harbour thoughts so low,
That even death won't ask to know.

I hope to die again and again,
Suffocating rope,
Burning into my feeble flesh of pain,
I loathe how I am today,
But I've given up: what else is there to say?
Fake LoveYou said that you loved me,
But now I believe,
That those wasted words you spoke,
Were to just deceive,
And now my heart is lacerated in so many ways.

You said that you adored my charm,
But all I declare,
Is that your tragic thoughts were ill,
Too dark even to share,
With silver-armoured seraphim of the heavenly skies.

You said that you liked my smile,
But it was your desire,
To compose poems of such passion,
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And my faith is crushed by your fake love.

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So after nearly 2 months of not writing anything... I come up with this. It's basically a poem about someone who has split up with someone, and that someone still loves them and all that.
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Mood: Wow! *A7XFan666 May 13, 2013
Amazing :3
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~aylee95 Dec 23, 2012
Very good :D I liked it :D
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Mood: Love ~DannyMechanist Dec 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
very very effective
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~KuraiTenshiV Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist
its nice, i like it
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~Lithael-Sirux Dec 18, 2012
kinda sad
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~NemoX7 Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
That's how I intended it to be. It's a dark romantic poem. I flip between two versions romance and anti-romance.

Btw, just curious why did you find it sad?
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~Lithael-Sirux Dec 18, 2012
well he/she still loves the other person right? so why are they apart?
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~NemoX7 Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, but I decided to leave that up to the part of the reader's own imagination. (Numerous reasons for the two to be apart. Such as one of them has died either in war/peace, also one of them has fallen in love with an outsider of the relationship and eloped with them instead, maybe one's a werewolf/vampire/zombie. There's many more, but I leave that to the reader's discretion).
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~Lithael-Sirux Dec 19, 2012
werewolf/vampire/zombie? lol i wish there were zombies in twilight
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