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My wicked tongue devours every word
00:16 Jun 27 2014
Times Read: 278

Insanity is moving about within my thoughts, deeply, darkly, shamelessly I devour every word with my wicked tongue.

Rose is but a rose
04:50 Jun 21 2014
Times Read: 288

A rose is but a rose

from a bud it has

become more than just a rose to me.



As red as the sunset or a blushing bride to be.

Aw how I love thy sent

it’s perfume brings to my vision

an arrival of beautiful bounty.

A feast upon my vision of flower and bud

that can not compare to any other

than that of summers air.

Beauty in black
03:55 Jun 21 2014
Times Read: 297


“I can not find such beauty as I do in black”



Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

black is just one of those colors.



Just like the cemetery it’s one of those places,

quite and old takes you off to faraway places.



Like a moonlit sky it’s just the right time,

when beams hit your eye.



Like a Raven surly most think he’s a beast,

with a heart of black.



Like a black rose ashen-ed,

and it’s meaning is of death.



Like a Goth wearing all black,

but their beauty goes deeper than that.



This is my vision of beauty in black.

The Vampire [Dracula]
09:23 Jun 16 2014
Times Read: 305

The Devils Damper [Artwork]
07:19 Jun 16 2014
Times Read: 311

The Devils Damper
18:50 Jun 14 2014
Times Read: 326

The whispering of voices long forgotten

echo through these walls.

Shadows dance on candle flame

flickering casting ambience across this tomb.



Feathers a flutter

as a raven flies into

the darkened chamber,

leaving screeches in the mind.



The full moons ray

alums above this rotted chamber,

dust fills my lungs

as my breaths become

a labor.



These are of darkened times

within my chamber,

I circum to kneeling in prayer

to my forgotten Gods

and angels of old.



This is the Devils damper

his night of laughter,

as he sets out into the shadows

into dancing,

his shadow movies

with every flicker of the flame.



Voices calling from behind my bowed head.

It causes pain to vibrating

down my spine,

as demons howl and growl

at my bent head.



I can feel their serpent tongues

licking at my soul,

leaving wounds to bleeding,

and the apple of my eyes flicker within their shadows.



As dawn approaches with a red fog,

that moves up the harrison

of the shores of my own hell.

Of Remembrance Of My Death [Art and Poem]
07:46 Jun 14 2014
Times Read: 332

The Vampire
22:03 Jun 13 2014
Times Read: 339

I speak in hushed tones about a shadow of a man.

He creeps and stocks my dreams,

in shadow and is like steam.

He is a vampire to me.

Bats, and screams,

ghoulish He seems fangs,

and bangs at my window pane;

leaving his mark,

now I felt no pain.



He leaves with glowing eye’s

a ghoulish smirk and ghostly spark.



You'll find me under his might,

as his clock whips by my windows screen.

I wake to find He was not a dream,

he stood over me with a gleam in his eye.

A poets ink
00:54 Jun 11 2014
Times Read: 344

Oh these hands of mind

torn and worn over hard times,

I work them to the bone,

until their raw and red;

bleeding out before me.



I'm a poet lost in a long forgotten time,

when ink made words,

and stained paper into books.



Like a press my fingers relaxed

stained with ink,

I sat and spelt my ink.



Such a flow of words to show,

written by hands tried

and dragging

lacking at most,

lacking in time,

as the words were never mine.

For Amanda
01:09 Jun 10 2014
Times Read: 357

Once a rose radiant and arousing

now she's nothing but illuminated,

within my thoughts of love, and lost kiss's.



My Amanda lost but not forgotten,

for the taste of her passion still beating for my passions.



Kiss's still engraved in thoughts and memories,

of long ago.

By her name love does sebastian

and of certain lovers this heart still remains.



Though blackened and bruised this heart arouses like freshly blooming roses.

Upon her breast I do lay to rest all my passions,

as I am to her last breath my passion rises.



Ode to my Amanda a rose amongst thorns,

thy passions bled for me so long ago

as thine kiss's were swept up into the wind.



Ashes to ashes thy kiss's sweep no long do I weep, for my dear Amanda I have never lost my heart's contentment after our meeting.



Amanda meaning of such a name is Love, or to be loved.













I wrote this poem when I was about 8 years old this was my second poem I ever write.

Hearts Decaying Together
22:50 Jun 09 2014
Times Read: 364

Tis a mystery of mysteries

thy heart is eternally within my own,

Beating atpase of my own.



Aching breaking is my lovers passion,

upon thy lips of dying embers.



Yet of the sweetest tasting wine is thy lips.



I lay with thee with flowers of death

roses slowly slowly decay

turned to ash and dust with just one kiss,

from thine own blackened lips.



Death is such a departing moment a time of longing for thee,

My passions dying with the passing of thy last breath.

Tis a token a moment to be taken with ease.





As our hearts decay together!

Rebirth or Death?
22:06 Jun 09 2014
Times Read: 367

Born of earth moon and star,

we are the kings of the universe,

from the heavens we have fallen

leaving life where we settal.



We the creators of words and speech,

Aw what wonders we beseech

With tongues of rod and sin

all falls within.



Our dead are decaying in wooden boxes

deep within the rotting earth.



We all become part of our beginnings

a rebirth within the earth.



Reborn into earth moon and star

dust are we from the start

till the end comes to consume from within,

we go back to that which we remember.



Where it all began among the stars!

Edgar Allan Poe [Spirits Of The Dead]
21:50 Jun 09 2014
Times Read: 369

I



Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy:



II



Be silent in that solitude

Which is not loneliness for then

The spirits of the dead who stood

In life before thee are again

In death around thee and their will

Shall overshadow thee:be still.



III



The night tho' clear shall frown

And the stars shall look not down,

From their high thrones in the heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.



IV



Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish

Now are visions ne'er to vanish

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more like dew-drops from the grass.



V



The breeze the breath of God is still

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy shadowy yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!





- Edgar Allan Poe





"Men have called me mad:

but the question is not yet settled, whether

madness is or is not

the loftiest intelligences."

Nothing remains
00:44 Jun 05 2014
Times Read: 379

Born of stains and dirt

spider webs within the main arteries of your heart.

Coughing up dust

as your coffin led slowly opens to the light,

hearts always go in vein.



Your last rights are said in hate.

Smudged on faces of mourners passing by the coffin,

waiting for the moment,

when your eyes open,

just to find nothing remains.

Moon light
02:41 Jun 03 2014
Times Read: 387

Such a beauty hangs in my night sky.

I have a love like no other;

she is of black embers, dusty, and polite,

she glows all night in her ethereal orbit.

As she smiles down at my,

I leap for joy to see her glow.

In her spotlight I will flow,

with her beams I love her glow.

I'm a ghostly presence lurking in your mind.
16:50 Jun 02 2014
Times Read: 395

I'm a ghostly presence lurking in your mind.



I stock and creep

slowly I seep

into the mud we call life.



My coffin has decayed

my crypt full of dust

my heart has cobwebs in all it's main arteries.



My mind a predatory beast

always looking for a feast.



My mouth full of fangs

like my soul it feeds off your flesh.

Yum! I love the taste.



My vampiric soul feeds off the living

sucking, sipping from it's main artery.



Life is such a vamp it sucks and sucks until nothings left.

I will never be dust for I live past this hallowed ground.

For beyond my death I have found life,

it's my tomb.

Echo of your past
16:17 Jun 02 2014
Times Read: 397

Leave me

Leave me

here in the gloom

nothing but darkness between these two hearts.

Passions rise and fall

like stars in the heavens we all must fall.

Nothing but ash.





Blood and sweet

bone and grinde

life is here to take us to our graves.

We fight it's boney hand

as life means to grab

all we fight to safe.



Death is nothing but an escape

from lives foot falls and it's decay.



I am nothing but one soul in a sea of many.



Hell is nothing but your worst nightmare coming true.



Life is but a dream within a dream.



Lets live like the dying do have no regret, let go of all your garbage and bagedge.



Recycle your lives

Love only for this day

Be happy for today

and move on to tomorrow

your future is but a step away.



As you hear the echo of your past slowly walking away.

My diseased heart
22:16 Jun 01 2014
Times Read: 407

Beating it's last breath gasping for air my heart just lays there.

It has been decades sense I felt anything.

I have made my aspirations let go of all I regret.

Now all that remains is decay and dying desperations.

this is my own personal hell where my soul lays in it's crypt.

Ashes are my fears for nothing but death lies here.

Let me set you free
18:33 Jun 01 2014
Times Read: 412

My coffin led has been opened;

I have freed myself from my own skin.

Now all that remains

are my fangs,

and the truth as set me free.



Let me be a chalice of hope,

a black winged Angel

here to be your guide.

Let me help you be free from your chains,

and the bondge of skin.



With my razor tongue

I cut and lick at your wounds.



As infliction sets in.

A Foreboding
18:16 Jun 01 2014
Times Read: 414

These thoughts cause a feeling of angst a foreboding of doom.

As death sets out upon our land consuming all who live here.

The shadows alum taking shape of all we fear.

It consumes shadow, ghosts, God, and life.

We feel it’s breath breaching, reaching out beyond the grave.

It gravitates to the living looking for a feast.

When it has consumed all, death leaves without hast.