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I will take your heart

I will take your soul out of your body.

As though I was God.



With the little words you say to me,

I won’t be satisfied

With the touch of your hand

Nor the sweet of your lips alone.



I will take your heart for mine.

I will take your soul.

I will be God when it comes to you.

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birra
06:15 Jun 30 2009

That is a lot of poetry to post at once... and you know what? I like all of them. Good imagery, emotion... work of words... just all around good stuff!



Thanks for sharing it!

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OniKumo
17:28 Jun 30 2009

Very beautiful indeed. I agree. you write very beautiful poetry.

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Against him, words are meaningless.

They’re powerless.



He won’t let them reach him and then,

They die.



He’s the only on that makes me think

I should never put my feelings into words again!

Even though the receiver, my fathers voice

Had the same chill it always had.

And all the feelings came back then.

Came flooding back to me…



The feeling of sinking, of falling.

Of having all the colors sucked out of life.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.



Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.



Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Nor dread nor hope attend

A dying animal;

A man awaits his end

Dreading and hoping all;

Many times he died,

Many times rose again.

A great man in his pride

Confronting murderous men

Casts derision upon Supersession of breath;

He knows death to the bone -

Man has created death.

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SweetlyDecadent
18:17 Jun 30 2009

Breath taking and beautiful,

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You tell me to go,

But your hands beg me to stay.

Your lips say that you love,

But your eyes tell me you hate.



You wrap me in your arms,

And chill be to the bone.

As you speak to me,

Your voice makes me tremble.



Harsh words hit me,

Like whips of fire on my heart.

But one thing remains in tact:

And that is ‘I love you’ and that is that.

*** Okay, I know some of you are going to read this and think "What the hell? This isn't a suicidal poem." But, really. REALLY read it. Think about it. When you try to commite suicide, you think if anyone is watching you or if anyone will miss you. When really, there is. There is always that one person who loves you enough to cry over you and will miss you terribly if you die. They try with all their might to help you from dying, offering you their hand. So, really, that is what I am saying in this poem. When you attempt suicide, you're killing the one you love or the one who loves you. ***







I’m falling down

Into a dark abyss.

I’m falling down,

Wondering if I’ll be missed.



I look up towards the sky,

Wondering if anyone’s watching.

There, I see your face.

So full of sin yet, still so pure.



You offer me your hand,

Tears swelling up in your eyes.

As I take your hand,

I saw something wonderful.



A small smile. Your beautiful smile,

Gives me hope as I rise up out of the darkness.

As you wrap her arms around me in a warm embrace,

I start to wonder if God will ever forgive me,



For almost killing the one I love.

*** I wrote this in memory of my grandfather who died on April 4, 2004. On my mothers birthday. He was my grandfather on my fathers side. I wrote this for my grandmother to read out in memory of him. ***







Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.



Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.



He was my North, my South, my East and West.

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.



The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Of Darkness and Light he may be,

His mystery draws you in.

An ancient spirit is he,

His passions radiate from within.



Warlock or Wiseman, no one knows.

His eyes, dark and deep stare into your soul.

Feeling your love as it flows,

He steals you away, heart, soul, & mind, whole.



My Dark Angel, He walks the Light alone,

My love falls on him like spring rain.

His heart, a prison of his own,

My love only brings him pain.



His hair, like finest black gossamer,

His eyes, how like moonlit pools of dark water,

His lips, soft as rose petals,

But his broken heart , surrounded by thorny nettles.



I try to show him the way but it seems to be too hard.

We are together, Maybe...

His silence stabs my heart like a crystal shard.

I show him love but he can not see.



I await him as I sit under the stars,

My lonely heart consumes me,

Emptiness holds fast my heart,

It is hope of love it bars,

Alone, fated angels, lovers are we.

Apart, Eternally shall we be.

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animeXkikei
06:46 Jun 30 2009

wow that was simply beautiful!

I absolutly love it!

Magnificent work!

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( This poem I wrote, is one most people describe me as. A slave. Willing to follow any order given. Some reason, most people consider me and/or treat me like a slave.. I don't mind. I slightly enjoy it. =] )









I shall give you my heart,

my hand,

my mind,

my love,

my blood,

my soul,

The blood is ours to share,

The lifeline is endless,

Come to me whole and freely,

Leave me with our love,

Oneness in being,

Equality in heart,

The meaningfulness in there,

You are my only one,

My Child of Darkness,

Reach for me, touch me,

Share with me your dreams,

your nightmares,

Give to me your love,

As I will give it in return,

I am your willing slave,

Be loving and Passionate,

As no one else can feel as I feel,

Infinite the concept.

Eternal the reality.

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Dybbuk
02:17 Jun 30 2009

I like this one, nice!

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animeXkikei
06:55 Jun 30 2009

Very lovely! You have a wonderful writing style!

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What do you do when love is gone

and memories go on and on?

Try as you might - the flame won't re-light,

The candle's burned down

It's dark tonight.



How do you tell if there's anything left?

Words get spoken, but hearts are deaf,

And though you try to make it right -

The sun goes down and gone's the light -

When the flame goes out

It's dark, tonight.



What can you say when it's all been said?

The pages are worn, for this book has been read.

Will you give up without a fight?

For time has come to dim the light...

As darkness fell -

Love died...Tonight.

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RonniLee
03:25 Jun 30 2009

I can definately relate to this!! Beautiful ;-).

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As you watch me walk by



You fear that you might be the next to die.



You feel your warmth drain



As I show you my pain.



When you took me in from the storm



The love you gave me made me warm.



But the man that I am remains within



My soul is still black with sin.



With a heart as black as pitch



Loving me must a real bitch



The light of love pierced a heart as black as mine



Your love must be divine



From the depths of my cold black heart



I will love you till the end of time



My heart is not your toy



It is me you will destroy



My black heart melts like ice



Why is it you must kill me twice



You killed me when you loved me



Now you kill me as you leave Is the real is this how I feel



Anymore I do not know how I feel



All my pain replaced with pleasure



My hate turned to love



Death turned to life



New found happiness turns has become strife



Now my heart turns back to black



I move on never looking back



Since I have lost my one true desire



My heart burn with a cold fire

As a child you knew I was there



Under your bed, or behind the chair



I was always your main fear



I'd scare you so much, I knew you'd always strike a tear



When you told people about me, in you, no one wanted to believe



But if they were bad, they had seen me too



At night you'd try to fall asleep...to try to escape into a dream,



where you could be happy or have some fun



But again...Things like that are not so easily done



You'd wake up screaming or in a cold sweat



I'd scare you so much, sometimes your sheets turned wet



Little did you know that I control your dreams



And also your actions, as so it seems



I am your biggest fear...the creature in the night



And you are so afraid of me, you are forced to sleep beside a light



I am the one who causes your trauma



The one who makes your life such a drama



But maybe when you sleep tonight



You'll come visit me...If the timing is right



To my dark forbidden palace



And drink the blood from my chalice



The innocent blood of unsuspecting victims



When I drink it, it makes my mind go wild with excitement,



while through my heart it also numbs



For you never know who is next on my list



But if it is you...you'd wish you were never alive, and that you didn't exist



The pain you will go through is truly immense



Oh....Is it bedtime already? I am sorry for striking up your old fears...I hope



when you fall asleep,you're not too tense.

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Zombie
02:39 Jun 30 2009

Excellent!

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Hear the sound of thunder, rolling in the distance.



See the dark legions, reborn from the past.



Look at the dark angel, standing on the hill.



Listen to the call of darkness,



calling you as it called, the Prussian painter.



See the flames of Auschwitz burning in the distance.



Can you smell the burning bodies, of sacrificial fire.



Hear the hounds of hell, screaming for vengeance.



Dark suits, leather boots, inverted swastikas, hellraisers.



The call of darkness, calls them back.



Deep in the womb of the new world order,



Lies the embryonic cell of anarchy.



Hear the sound of the bombs, getting closer.



See the birds of prey, circling over you, waiting for the kill.



Look at the dark angel, standing beside you.



Listen to the call of darkness, calling you.



In the desert, the storm is over, but the beast still crawl.



Hear the dark invisible eagles, carrying death, under their wings.



See the burned skin of irradiated childrens, their screams fills the air.



Hear the boy named Marilyn, calling for the end.



Listen to the call of darkness calling you.



I can hear my scream, over the distance.



I can see myself burning, as a sacrificial victim.



I look at the dark angel, sitting beside me.



I listen to the call of darkness, calling me.



Hear the scream of fear, growing inside you.



See the mask of terror, covering your face.



Look at the dark angel, sitting beside you.



Listen to the call of darkness, calling you.



Scary feeling, don`t you agree?

Evil fills my mind, my soul is crying for help



God help me for my body is burning



The cross of the exorcist scars my face



The Demon inside me, is tearing me apart



I can see, what he have saw



The flames of Hell



The wars, the plagues, the genocides



The orgy, the blood leaking from the open wound



Thousands years he have lived



Thousand souls he have stolen



The pain, it`s only pains



He suffers and make me suffer



And this preist with his words



Cutting me like a knife



I feel myself dying



Please help me



Free me from this pain



Don`t they realise



The Demon who lives inside me



Live`s in every human being



His name is, greed and hate

Bloody tears I have shed on your grave on this moonlit October night.



My blistered hands digging the cold Earth, in search of my love



Upon this cold marble tombstone, each of my teardrops, a gift to you



My soul is chained with yours.







The leaves dancing around me, carried by the cold autumn winds



This haunted song fill`s my mind



You came, you died, I died







Lying in the fresh dug Earth



I listen for your call, I listen for your heartbeats







As the rain start falling



I turn my eyes to the sky



As if it could wash away the memories, the pains, of a night long ago



When you died and left me to cry, a living dead







You took my love into the grave, I have to keep digging to find it



Lying, my face in the cold wet mud



I wait for Death, to carry me to your arms







I can feel your cold hand in mine, your lips on mine, your dead embrace



As my soul sink behind the dark curtain of forgiveness



We kiss so softly, the kiss of Death



Take me away, together as one



Eternal love in Death

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Leinth
00:04 Jul 02 2009

To me this poem is your best work...

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I told you a secret

And you told me a lie.

I told you my feelings and told me a lie.

I opened my heart and soul to you,

All I got in return was more lies.

I wanted to help heal your wounds,

You only wanted them to scar.

I wanted to be your friend,

You only wanted me to tell my secrets

While you kept yours.

I wanted a friend instead, I got an enemy.

The hate and betrayal I feel,

Will be with me the rest of my life.