Fallen through the twisted tangled web of lies, we hope to emerge and breath,
though our breath flees us quickly and we suffocate soundlessly in the dark,
and our lives are forever tossed through the green unpredictable hands of fate,
and the clear white hands of time,
and this shallow heart imitates and beat, waiting for this false pulse to be released.
And the song remains of a broken past echoes upon the breeze to sing with my flute,
my broken flute with gentle falling memories, and a final good-bye;
it fogs my vision as I move to fly forward, and this chain binds my continuously to the wall,
this high cornerstone wall that keeps my screams of injustice from being heard,
and the tears from being seen.
Lies keep me from being touched from a gentle caress to a lover’s embrace,
I moan and touch myself; my cheek, my arm, to warm myself against reality’s cold, harsh, wind, my eyes glazed over in blindness I fumble through the dark in an attempt to feel you next to me,
I have no soul; it was sucked from my body that day, and taken through the wrath of hell,
and then only then did I feel warmth.
Last time I dreamed I heard your soft voice beckoning from this hell hole I call home,
my blood continues to drip upon the ground, I frown, because I know that the same fate will befall me,
and I no longer see as twin trails of crystal tears fall to join crimson,
only the bold sapphire eyes that you have.
Evanesce evening has come again, the thin remains of sunlight descend through my window,
And touches my pale skin, and absorbs into the cold shelter of my body, surrounded by the cool strange mist, of lies and deceit, the promise of lives rotting, they all lay scared, abandoned,
along with the freedom of my heart.
Never again shall I remain here, I’m yanking at this chain, trying to run from the dark fingers stretching out to me, pale and cold…
and the face within the shadows so familiar, I feel so helpless now that I see that it is me,
I gently bend down and look at myself, as the cold hand grabs my chain,
Yanking it until I am released, but still brusque of my wings, I stay…
| I am retarded, my earlier comment was no very good. I think it is a good write. I think your writing has matured since you wrote this, but even so, It shows that you have potential, and potential.|
App. the Twisted,
Luv the Death
|| Posted on 2007-07-30 00:00:00 | by Vampiric Death | [ Reply to This ] || this is the first time ive read your poetry and i must say im quite amazed|
i really enjoyed it
your style, vocab lol everything just fits so perfectly together
|| Posted on 2007-07-24 00:00:00 | by AngelinDisguise | [ Reply to This ] || How did I miss this write|
This is really one incredible write
To me you are referring to someone who was molded into the being everyone wanted them to be and after some time forgot who the real person was they were so they can never reclaim their true self
You really did an outstanding job wording this
I enjoyed it very much!!!!
Looking forward to reading more writes from you in the future
Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think
|| Posted on 2006-12-12 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ] || YOU NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE ME. I LOVE EVRYTHING YOU WRITE. THE RAW STYLE OF PURE EMOTION YOU POUR FROM YOURSELF ONTO EVERY PAGE MAKES ME WANT TO KEEP READING, AND LEAVES ME SAD TO SEE THE POEM END. THE SYMBOLIC RELEASE AT THE END? IS IT DEATH OR HAS A SAVIOUR COME TO GIVE A SECOND CHANCE? EITHER WAY THE POEM IS A WORK OF ART, AND I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH OF YOUR STYLE OF WRITING.|
-TO BE DAMNED IS TO BE SET FREE-
|| Posted on 2006-12-02 00:00:00 | by DEATHISMYMUSE | [ Reply to This ] || alrighty, this holds much potential. from reading your things it seems that your still lacking much expereince, no offense though, that simply takes time. Trust me, it took years for me to get half way decent. but your beyond where I was, you've much potential, but this seemed to be a bit of a stretch for you, on a familiar term(thyne own worst enemy thing) as it being covered so much you've to posses certain originalities to hold the reader in pertanence, and while though achieved to an extent it's in how it's done, and the signature of such, that exemplifies it as such. I'd look at it again, fall into it, let it take you, if you don't allow yourself to break the berriers you'll always be surounded by limitedness!||| Posted on 2006-11-09 00:00:00 | by dismentled | [ Reply to This ] || You need to break up the lines, but other than that it was a good poem.|
|| Posted on 2006-11-05 00:00:00 | by Katana Ryoko | [ Reply to This ] || f n|
|| Posted on 2006-10-31 00:00:00 | by Vampiric Death | [ Reply to This ] || Oh..this was quiet interesting.. kinda lingered in the middle but the ending was splended!!!! over all I really enjoyed this .. can relate to the fact that every day every where someone is trying to bring me down and torment me ha ha .. very gripping and sad but I'm sure we have all been there some time or another.. love has a tendency to grip us around the throat and try to hold us captive to its emotional bruising especially when we are trying to forget that person we loved so deeply.. look forward to seeing more of your work.. Penny||| Posted on 2006-10-16 00:00:00 | by pennymarie | [ Reply to This ] || I like it, it is kind of long; but not too long. Is it about an angel? it seems to be about sadness with and undertone of love. Sadness for love lost, possibly? It leaves the impression that the love was lost through killing. |
there is a good way to write the title.
l____l Vampiric Death
|| Posted on 2006-09-19 00:00:00 | by Vampiric Death | [ Reply to This ] |