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How I've loved you

And will always love you

You were the one to light

The stars in my night

Why can't one of such

Beauty live forever

Hear my soul scream its plight

You were the gift of joy

You were my light

You gave so much to life

My angel of the night

Oh hear me call you

I'll always call for you

Though you are no longer here

May my voice be carried

To your spectral ears

I need to know you are near

I lived in darkness



Withdrawn from modern life



My mind was full of negativity



And my mood was depressed



I can relate to the melancholic poets



And the gothic literature of Edgar Allan Poe



These lost souls are misunderstood



This is not a quest for evil



But a search for positive energy



I will come out of this stronger



Wiser and more sympathetic



I felt so restrained by modernity



By the pressure to conform and look good



I took a razor and cut through the superficial layer



To get in touch with my soul



I had to risk losing my life



To realise how precious it is



Now I am fully restored



A cloak of darkness surrounds me



I see the world in crystal clear vision



Droplets of blood fall from my eyes



A memory of the sadness I endured



A bright new spirit guides me



But the darkness will always be there



To remind me how bright these days are

I lived in darkness



Withdrawn from modern life



My mind was full of negativity



And my mood was depressed



I can relate to the melancholic poets



And the gothic literature of Edgar Allan Poe



These lost souls are misunderstood



This is not a quest for evil



But a search for positive energy



I will come out of this stronger



Wiser and more sympathetic



I felt so restrained by modernity



By the pressure to conform and look good



I took a razor and cut through the superficial layer



To get in touch with my soul



I had to risk losing my life



To realise how precious it is



Now I am fully restored



A cloak of darkness surrounds me



I see the world in crystal clear vision



Droplets of blood fall from my eyes



A memory of the sadness I endured



A bright new spirit guides me



But the darkness will always be there



To remind me how bright these days are

My darkness fades from view



And enters deep into you



I infect your soul



Let my darkness swallow you whole



You are part of my dreams



I am the precursor to your screams



I engulf your spirit



And take you to the limit



Taking you over the edge



Leaving you dangling on the ledge



To jump and die



Go on, pretend you can fly



Let me watch you fall to the ground



I will watch with joy unbound



Let me take away your life



Let me hand you this sharpened knife



End it all



And beware the fall



Deep down into my dark black hole



I am the keeper of your poor lost soul



Come join with me



Embrace me



Clutch me to your breast



Let my dark magic do the rest



We are the terrors that fly in the night



There is no point in putting up a fight



Let us entwine



Your wretched soul is mine



Let us again embrace



And leave behind this damned human race



Your body is nothing but an empty shell



Your soul belongs with me in Hell



I infect your soul



Let my darkness swallow you whole

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful



All dressed in black



With white make-up and dark purple lips



She sat on the throne so full of majesty



The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty



And worshipped the ground she walked upon



The King was not well



And expected to die soon



And the Queen had died long ago



So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom



Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace



She carried out her duties without question or complaint



And she would always greet new visitors with a smile



Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms



In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists



And let the blood pour into a bowl



She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more



Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick



Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin



She felt so much pressure to be beautiful



She had many suitors but none that she loved



A stranger from abroad arrived one day



And stole her heart



But he was not a suitable match for a princess



A handsome sailor of common stock



She pleaded with her father to let her marry



But he doggedly refused her request



One night she took the blade



And slit both her wrists



Not a cry for attention



But an attempt to take her life



Living was a torment to her



The expectations too high



The rewards lacking in true value



Her dead body was found the next morning



And all the towns folk mourned her death



The beautiful princess had departed this land



And headed off above the clouds



To find a happier resting place



A traditional Gothic funeral was held



To celebrate her life



Many fine words were said



And then her body was buried



Under a thousand red roses



Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line



And took over the royal duties



A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with



“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”

The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is on the grass.

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.

Got to keep the loonies on the path.



The lunatic is in the hall.

The lunatics are in my hall.

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more.



And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.



The lunatic is in my head.

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade, you make the change

You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.

You lock the door

And throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me.



And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear.

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.



"I can't think of anything to say except...

I think it's marvellous! HaHaHa!"

The Princess lived in a magnificent castle



High on to of a hill



The King was situated in the palace some distance away



But he often visited and stayed at the castle



The Princess was very beautiful



She was twenty years old and adored by the towns people



Many nobleman hoped wo win her hand in marriage



The Princess often wondered alone in the castle



And sometimes she walked through the dungeons



He felt at home with the dead



A sense of melancholy was always close at hand



She was reluctant to play the role of a princess



She wanted to choose her own husband



But that was not the way of things



While walking through the dungeons



She came into a contact with a ghost



His name was Sir Peter



He had been a gallant knight



And was brave in battle



He had been locked in the dungeon by a previous king



The Princess was enchanted by her ghost



She was not frightened at all



She found his presence comforting



She could empathise with his troubled spirit



The previous king had fallen in love with Sir Peter's sister



But she did not want to marry the king



She was an Anglo-Saxon and the king was a Norman



She already had a husband in mine



Who was the blacksmith in the local village



The previous king tried to take her by force



But the villages and townspeople resisted



Sir Peter headed the resistence



Eventually he was captured and taken to the castle



And his sister took her life rather than be forced to marry the king



After several years in the dungeons the king had sir Peter beheaded



The Princess was shocked by the story



She knew how his sister must have felt



Soon she would be twenty one years old



And her father was determined to announce her future husband



And her birthday approached when spent more time in the dungeon



Talking to the ghost of Sir Peter



The inhabitants of the castle thought his very odd



But said nothing



On the morning of her birthday



Her chambermaid entered her bedroom



And found the Princess lying lifeless on her bed



She had taken her own life



A note was found next to her body



"I have chosen my own destiny



I have chosen to join the ghost of Sir Peter in harmonious unrest



Will we ever find peace or will we haunt the castle forever?



I depart this world in a state of peace and contentment



Please don't weep for me - I have found my true destiny"



Time passed and the kingdom became a democracy



And the castle became a tourist attraction



Some people say they can still hear two ghosts singing and laughing together



Apparently content in their state of harmonious unrest

We seek inspiration

Lost souls searching for answers

We write down our thoughts in words

In hope of shining some light on our own dilemnas

The therapy is the cure or is it the disease

The words swirl around our heads

Driving us on in search of answers

If I say I will die will it happen

WIll the thought become reality

Or will it be erased from my mind

Screw up all the negative thoughts and throw them all away

Start all over again but I have no answers

Writing is the only therapy that works

If I can write one great poem maybe I will break the chains

Unleash the tempest and let the thoughts flood my mind

Sensory overload - still I sit here in my chair

Writing down my thoughts

If I get recognition will the flow of words end?

Will I no longer have the urge or the need to write?

Creativity is my reason for being

I will continue to write and shine light on the world

We are the writers of the world

Shining light on our innermost thoughts and desires

We aid understanding and knowledge

We provide the basis for positive action

With understanding comes peace

I lay down my pen and begin to dream

And thank God for the gift of creativity

She remains defiant in the face of death



Nailed to the cross



Accused of treachery and witchcraft



She was only true to her soul



She had a taste for adventure



She could bewitch and beguile



She was fantastic company



A party animal who also had a sensitive side



She loved romantic trips to Paris and Rome



She liked expensive clothes



Her lovers would spend all their money on her



But that was enough to keep her close



She always felt the need to move



Always uncomfortable in one single place



A thirst for excitement which had to be quenched



Many of her partners became paupers



A few even took their lives



She was an explosive personality



Once you had spent an even in her company



Your life would never be the same



And now she has been judged by her former lovers



Found guilty of being a witch



An old crime in a modern setting



I kneel at her feet and beg her to forgive us all



"Your beauty corrupted our souls



Such beauty only belongs in heaven



Return to your eternal home



And forgive us for being mere mortals."