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The Night That Started It All
19:34 Jun 30 2009
Times Read: 582

I had originally came up with the title "The Night That Started It All" while I was sleeping and thinking of a lyric from Apocalyptica's song titled "Hope II" The original concept of the poem was different than what is presented, but well after some events that transpired I changed the concept completely. I actually forgot what the original concept was to be honest.

Anyways, I tried my best to express a lot of emotions in this piece and at the same time tell a story how it turns from a beautiful dream to a beautiful nightmare. The reason I call it "The Night That Started It All" is because in this dream that I'm having I'm dancing for a dear friend of mine for whom I have come to ponder alot about in it which makes it beautiful, but at the same time a nightmare due to what happened with us.

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Her heart had died yet she kept dancing, for letting herself die as well would accomplish nothing more. She pranced through the decades alone lost in a forest of worldly sound. Oh and those bloody tiptoes! Always dripping down her lace. Waifs spoke to her but only in whispers attempting in vain to stop the blood flow. He gazes out his window. At the misty evening sky. Then sees his destiny dancing with her eyes that glow with hope, but the pain always broke through. Such pain never fades but instead intensifies. That agony had burdened her through months, years, centuries. Why must he drink from the cup of illusion? It’s realities fault for this simple conclusion. Weeping she danced through the fog made up of words forgotten to him but herself. She stumbled then abruptly fell on her knees. Alas her legs were broken, she would no longer dance above the horrors in this world. In the cold evening breeze. Her eyes catch his glance. What is life to him as a common man? As they're buried beneath this sand. She curtsies, and it came only once but she could not see the being, the soul, or was it just he? Her dance hit the ground, but the ballerina was not the only thing that fell.

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Darkness
01:53 Jun 29 2009
Times Read: 596

“It’s terrible, isn’t it, what you see at night?” Under this smile there’s a darker side one that she had try to hide. Deep within the shadows. When all is dim, not bright. She was unaware that this tranquil life was about to be torn asunder. It happened suddenly, without warning, without reason. Deep within the dreams. Of her demented mind. When monsters lurk in the dark corners. They’re not hard to find. The simple happiness she had known was gone. Her entire life was sent into a grotesque and demented world. She thinks it’s something that it’s not. Then reality sinks in. She’s lying in the same place as before, then she sinks out again. Being apart has awakened the dark side of herself. Subconsciously killing her, she thinks she needs help. Or at least be honest to herself. What has happened? She needed to know. But there is no one to tell her. For the darkness of life is closing in and no light above its all dead and grim. But now she knew better. Trust was the lesson she needed to learn. Some monsters are devious and deceitful. While others have trust like a white fern.

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LordWolf
07:31 Jun 30 2009

a beautiful piece ...

what is the significance of a white fern?

~W~

The Unknown
19:33 Jun 23 2009
Times Read: 620

Love or desire he chosen to strangle her, and driven by the thoughts that swirled and the feelings in rhyme. Alone in the world, hidden within time. There he was faceless, abandoning his silence and vow to pursue the secret to be broken. He excels at every vice, so he doesn’t think twice about telling his beloved. His beloved listened well, not in disbelief since she had her own secret as well. As a child, his beloved was often distraught. She was especially distressed by the monster of herself. The choleric nature of hers was sent into a jacket of white. He loved her. She loved him. Inside they have thousands of cracks and broken pieces shattered by cruelty and revile ways. Some cracks and cuts are very deep. His beloved cracked from physical emotions. Subjugated to a jacket of white. He waited for her, and looked. Though she never came back. He absolved himself from a fate worse than death. His beloved still pondered if he would create the song of her mundane poem so long ago, she has not forgotten.

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LordWolf
14:40 Jun 24 2009

powerful...i reread it several times, and im still finding new meanings there.

im going to make your journal one of my favorites i think.

~W~

MyrrhkuriTheFallenOne
03:41 Jun 25 2009

traggic. . .like my life.

Inner Battle
19:31 Jun 23 2009
Times Read: 621

yin and yang

black or white

boy, no girl

push and pull

we are fighting the same fight

in the tragedy of life

we all must live

we all must die

I am the goodness in all that is bad

a hand shake

an agreement to co-exist

in the silence I am screaming

I am still yet I am running

in the chaos I am calm

in my bigness I feel small

in the inner mingle of light and dark

are reflections of purity and hell

interwoven yet set apart

I am here

and there

nowhere and everywhere

in the light

and in the dark

in the chill

and in the burn

I am the love for which you yearn

the hate that fuels the hurt

I am everything

but nothing

hope and despair

I am godly, evil beyond repair

in beauty and all that is ugly

I am life yet I am death

behold this

let it go…