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My last Valentines Day Poetry Contest Entry is probably the most 'normal' in that it is above all, the lofty promises of love - a psalm, if you will, of one's deep seated faith in another. Love can make us willing to give up ourselves in hopes of making a union that lasts forever.





I'll be yours

By FelixFelix



I'll be your angel

night's fallen hero

Honest and forthright

bloodied and forgotten



Martyr to

your angry god

your Protector

with broken wings



I'll shine white light

on your pale skin

Send shadows crawling

back to corners



I'll be your devil

your great horned god

pagan rituals

and wicked rites



I'll shake the cobwebs

from your eyes

I'll dance with you

on lakes of fire



I'll take your hand

fasted to mine

I'll lick your wounds

and you'll lick mine



I'll be your spirit

I'll be your ghost

I'll be your apparition

I'll be your vision

of wickedness



I'll tell you tales

I'll make you laugh and cry

in spite of aging

and in spite of death



I'll float above you

while you sleep

I'll walk beside you

through our haunted halls



Life wanders round us

unaware

Life feeds us

cold wet lies



But I'll be whatever

You need me to

Your angel of truth

Your devil at heart

Your spirit of love

I'll be yours

I'll be yours

I'll

be

yours

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23:43 Feb 04 2008

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My second entry for the Valentines Day Poetry Contest is something only slightly less evil than the first. There is murder and there is violence and wickedness but there is true love here as well. Actions can be evil but love can make something evil seem beautiful in a strange and melancholy way.







Oh Valentine

by felixfelix



Samson had Delilah

but that didn't go so well

and Bonny she had Clyde to love

yes she Loved him till they died

they traded wedding bells

for bullet shells

and by the roadside they died

filled up with lead

filled up with love

and filled up with lead

and terrible love

beautiful love

love forever

life for never

Just like you and I



Oh Valentine

we could be terrible together

we could paint this town red

we could paint this town in murder



Your eyes are fire that scorches me

and you're welcome hell on earth

The heat of it that warms my heart

when your gaze starts to burn

My rib cage is bursting

You're the loving maggot of my life

Lets take it all apart

Lets take it all apart now

Until they cut us down

Yes until they cut us down



Oh Valentine

we could be terrible together

we could paint this town red

we could paint this town in murder



Ring finger

Trigger finger

Scalpels and stitches linger

rusty knives and gun slinger

Take me where the evil goes

take me down

Take me low

Rip my heart out

it's yours to you know

Lets take it all apart now

Lets take it all apart now

rip it all apart

and make the world scream

we'll feast on them together love

and make the world scream

say the word

and we'll dance...

on...

Graves



Oh Valentine

we could be terrible together

we could paint this town red

we could paint this town in murder

Three poems about dark love or dark valentines days. In the first entry, I took it at its darkest...describing something terrible and wicked that occurred in a small rural town on Valentines Day and the way fear causes people to strike out at anything unfamiliar. It's a strange feeling when your creativity takes you down dark roads of the soul and tells a story quite unforgiving. Even still, I felt that there was a moral buried here with the bodies and the lies.





Broken Hearts and Valentines

by felixfelix



On Valentines Day

along a dark and barren road

stands a tall and twisted man

with a love that's dirty and cold

a love so mean and bold



He would wait for the girls

heading home from the fields

and he bribed them with trinkets

and left their innocence under heel

Yes - He broke them under heel



Shame

falls heavy

with the rain down here

and the night

is a cold wet body

around this time of year



Shame

falls heavy

and it makes the roads to mud

and a guilty

man of murder

his love lies soaked in blood



Girls are picked like flowers

and the demons fill his bed

girls to sate a wicked faith

like stale communion bread

pretty flowers that he bled



and the rain that comes a falling

and the rain that comes a falling

and the rain that comes a falling

hides his wicked head



Shame

falls heavy

with the rain down here

and the night

is a girl's unheard cry

around this time of year



Shame

falls heavy

and it makes the roads to mud

and a guilty

man of murder

his love lies soaked in blood



Now the seasons always change

in this part of the world

the season of the reaping

for the souls of foolish girls

and a blind man's hellish world



And the Valentine approaches

and the county weeps in fear

3 girls gone a missing

on Valentine's last year

and only bodies reappear



A stranger's face ain't welcome

We don't know where you been

Valentine's a coming

and this county's filled with sin

and the nights are closing in



So the mob is getting hungry

and a stranger doesn't see

that a mob needs blood all it's own

yes the mob needs blood all it's own

the blood will drip and the stranger moan

hanging from the old birch tree

left hanging from a tree



Shame

falls heavy

with the rain down here

and the night

is a hanging martyr

around this time of year



Shame

falls heavy

and it makes the roads to mud

a stranger's innocence

is no reprieve

when the county's soaked in blood



So Valentine's it did arrive

and three more gone again

love is sweet and bloody

no thanks to mobs of men

shameful frightened men



Shame

falls heavy

and it makes the roads to mud

I said innocence

is no reprieve

from the Valentine's blood

The Valentine's Blood

I remember you

when I was 5

and first felt

that lightness in my chest

somehow

you were there



my favorite candy

even my first kiss

all moments in my life

before I knew you

all sparks in my heart

that led me to you



Like carnival rides

when you're finally tall enough

Like my first school dance

when you're old enough to want to go



The racing pulse

and butterflies

the fear and joy

to shout and laugh

that all these feelings

come together now

when I hear your voice

or see your face



So I remember you

in everything good

and I'll cherish you

long after

I've forgotten everything else