We and Miss Liberty

We and Miss Liberty

Now that you are tired and poor
I bet you are not as ticklish anymore
So how much more light can you carry?
Ever been homeless, it’s very scary?

I thank you for the freedoms I do have
You better come quick with a new salve
I feel America was on the edge of Anarchy Heaven;
But you came up with some BS, you call 9-11

You take in, and you send out
So what isn’t going on is what
I’ m screaming about

I called the National Guard
But they never called me back.
Ok give us the torch
We’ll carry your slack

America stopped singing
And started slinging words
In all languages, comprende, WORD’

I get along with all walks of life
Just listen as the Poets of Blood
sharpen their knives

Last edited by WordSlinger 10-11-2010 at 06:38:28 PM

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Narcissus


Sage green eyes lock with ones trapped

in silver and glass

Fire red strands are snipped and snapped

to destroy her pride



Moonlit pond imprisons her reflection

in lustful shimmer

She looks upon her coming destruction

and embraces its tide



Blood is flowing and thick, scent of rust

on the breeze

Memories brought fore, seemingly just

for her sinful pleas




Glamoured by the jeweled scarlet pool

she leans in to kiss

Midnight hands crush the little fool

and slash her wrists



Falling through cool undulations of bliss

joy is now within

Self-enthroned, the darling Narcissus

forever a rotting stem.

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The Night Calls

She enters his darkened realm
Their eyes connect, night begins to bloom
Captured in an instant, trapped by his spell
His eyes hold evils glow in the darkened room

She feels his passion pulsating
Evil of the dark blooms this night
His hunger grows unsedating
Slowly he creeps, her locked in his sight

Transfixed on her pulsing veins
The curve of her neck awaiting
Fullness of her breasts strains
Closer and closer hunger baiting

Eyes never straying from her pulse
Ignoring the cracks in the tile
Their hearts beat faster, ready to convulse
His hunger grows deeper with evils vile

She will be his queen of the dark
Her throne within his darkened realm
Her destiny finds his mark
The pulse grows, his hunger will overwhelm

Groaning sensations escape her breath
Cheeks burn rose red with blood
His spell calls her death
His hunger grows like a flood

Just a few more steps, forever united
His foot snags on a crack
He trips and falls his spell obliterated
She blinks, screams, realization fights back

Wanting, yearning flies out the window

"Damnit Drake!
Can't you get anything right?"
She turns and goes back to bed
Leaving poor Drake
To sniff the dust from the floor
Oh well, maybe tomorrow night

LOL...............

Written by
Asha
2010©

Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 10-14-2010 at 10:11:16 AM

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October Moon

Sapphire sky, clear and twinkling
announces autumnal awakening

Frosty crystals kiss grass and flower
summer is gone, that tormenting hour

Wispy woodsmoke and burning pine
linger on our tongues, a scented wine

Heady bloom of the October moon
incites prowling for those attuned

Darkness in the wood is velvet and fey
step lightly, lest one lose their prey.

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Blood Love

You still have many victims
Innocent or guilty
Man or woman
Old or young
But I was special
Even after you dispose of a tortured body in the woods behind your house
You still visit me
In the dead of night
You go into your small shoddy tool shed
Turn on the dusty light and swat away some flies
You take out my duffel bag and slowly unzip it
Revealing my beaten, bloodied, lifeless naked corpse
With cuts and bruises
My stench is your aroma
But you don’t stare at me with satisfaction or adrenaline
You stare at me with passion
Even a hint of remorse
You undress yourself
Then sprawl me out on the table in all of my grace
My youthful, violent, gruesome, deathly grace
You add new cuts
Caring cuts
Not just merciless slaughter
You wipe my blood on your naked body
You kiss my rotting flesh
You dance with me
I was once your victim
Now I am your queen
I watch over you
I cry in the heavens as you violate my dead body
Night after night
You took so much away from me
In doing so you took so much away from yourself
You are not the same
You are still an evil man
Maybe one day you will be caught
You still have a blood lust
I am your blood love.

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The games we play

Black eyes reflect my own visage,
Giving away little of your own soul.
As you stand by furnace, steady
Able to, at will, consume me whole.

Hair a shade darker then, to what I'm used to,
So much colder here, aside the fire,
Sweat trickles down your bare chest,
As wordlessly, you call me forth, the biggest liar.

Muscle in my neck, begins its twitches,
As my eyes languidly, survey the room.
Hanging high, are hooks, blades and many switches,
Fractured shadows in the darker gloom.

Corseted dress, restricts my breathing,
Still my heart beats harder in it's own duress.
Heaving breast and bloodied fingers,
Fetid gore clings to my breast.

I have been out, again, unbidden,
Playing in the gardens of the dead.
Tearing apart the rotting corpses,
Silencing the screaming in my head.

Under moonlight, I've stared into dead eyes,
Clouding in their putrification,
Bending limbs into morbid marionettes,
Impossible in their articulation

I had skipped back here, within my madness,
Soul soaring high within the night,
Now I stand here, held in my masters gaze,
Knowing full well, I deserve my plight.

Your hand twitches, holding crook,
Though it burns you, you do not flinch.
Blackest eyes, survey my dishevel,
Though unbidden I begin to flinch.

Stand my ground though, not one step back,
Will I take away from you.
Skin ice cold, though still the summer,
Waiting to see what you shall do.

You take a step. My heart beats quicker.
I take a breath. One more. Then stop.
Gaze held on one bead of perspiration,
As it rolls down your arm, then sudden drop.

In my mind, I hear your voice say,
"Playing once more where dead lie?"
A small smile, with trepidation,
You say "Why not play with those alive?"

You step aside, I see your torment.
Do you punish me for all the rot.
Across the bench, a man, bearly moving,
My arrival caused you to stop.

Blood congealing, on the crook head.
Spatter shows now, across your chest.
Groaning victim, writhes against his ties,
"Will you now, at least, do the rest?"

You hand me a knife, of big proportions,
Step aside, and loose a growl.
Before the night's out, screams will deafen,
I throw my head back and shreek a howl.

A quick back hand, for my poor timing,
A bloodied lip, a ringing head.
Still I smile, stepping forward.
Let's see how long before this one's dead...............

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Wow, Viscerine...just wow! Masterful!

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The Dark Kiss

Breath so divine
warm whispers flutter
across my burning cheek
softly against my ear

I look up at you, am
lost in the Heaven
of your dark eyes
and close my own

Caressing my chin
your gentle thumb plays
along my rosy mouth
and parts my lips

Bee stings nipping
at my tender neck
and across my breasts
a moment to consider

Resolute smile
no mercy, no escape
you claim me fiercely
just above my heart

Screams in a tunnel
That no one can hear
you penetrate deeply
as death comes closer

Life slips away
in a flurry of red
I am fearful now
of eternal death

But

I look up at you, am
lost in the Heaven
of your dark eyes
and close my own

Forever.

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Are you still accepting submissions for this project...?

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Lol. The POB's have corrupted me.

The Last Buzz


I’m a hummingbird
and you’re afraid of me
I buzz ruby lips so fair
and fly away quickly

All I want is one kiss
and to rest upon your cheek
You’ve denied me forever
so there’s another I seek

Goodbye golden pup
I charge the lil’ kitty
Buzzing and kissing galore
She ate me; how shitty!

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Sorry WS and Artie it's on the way I'm having my editor/Dad look the short story now and I'll post...poetry I throw out there stories are different for me!!!!
Wes

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Hello, My name is Danielle Maldonado. These are a variety of my poems. You can choose which ever you like. I would love to be apart of this. If you like what you can see, let me know and I will post more.. You are welcomed to take any from my page.


1. vampires

he holds me tight
and my neck he will bite
not afraid of this dark light
we creep together into the night



he says he likes me
and together we are free



our dark minds combind
as the full moon will blind
and as the stars shined



as the beautiful vampires kill
we will sign the will
the deathless thrill
the cold wind chill



he is the one of death
with the cold, icy breath



killing the living

blood lusting
undead we are making



biting

killing

for blood

of love

vampires



2. drugs and broken dreams

made of drugs and my broken dreams
a messed up world does not seem
it is real as it can get
with all these choises and a regret

a feeling of not wanting
but end up getting
life is hard
for love there is a guard

we cant get through
with these things we do
why do we do them when we know there bad
they let us be numb and unsad

when being numb
you turn to a bum
and get something worse
yes its a curse

i do not do this but my mother tought me how
all this stuff she would allow
now she is in the park
while i am in the dark

of feel lonely and disowned
i live with a dad and feel at home
while she is out getting worse than just stoned
life is hard make the best of it dont rome

dont get to far hold on
and dont get far gone
as i feel
noone should feel and i want to heal

please dont do drugs and hate
for hell it will create
for being fifteen
i wish this was all a dream


3. what i did

feeling a strong sadness from what i did
how my life was going so slow and could have ended
the 1 thing to be quiet and emotional
the other to keep me awake and unnoticable

so quiet and yet talkitive
yet only wispers my vocal cords could give
up all night and trying to fight
the dialated eyes
as not noticing some of us cry

why after i do this i always try
to be a better person to act normal i would rather die


4. A Beautiful Day

A beautiful day,
is always dark and grey.
Dark foggy and wet,
these days i wont regret.
I love these days,
there is no sunraise.
To burn you..
or hurt you.
Instead a nice cool chill,
soaking wet what a thrill!


5. Suicide

The soul is screaming,
feelings are tossing.
Not knowing about afterlife,
before she was slit by that knife.
The sorrow sigh of suicide,
the regret of a girl that made hersilf die.


6. welcome to my hell

i speak into nothing
thinking something was there
and knowing in my head that there never will be
i am in hell and will never return ..
now i will never laugh cry or scream
to busy fucking with people
if you think your life is bad
come join me in hell
where every one is god
and i am the one ruler above
fuck the world
the noises and the noises
i know what to do now
believe in this hell of paradise
where fucking is free to be with satan
he can do many things
and other demands can fuck as well
now dont be nervous welcome to my hell

-All by me, Danielle Maldonado

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May You Burn Forever


I look forward to the Judgment Day

When lambs and wolves file in

The books will be opened

And God will declare our fate



You will be found to be lacking

You heartless bastards

No thought or deed will be hidden

No matter how small or how great



I was never pure enough for you

But children adored me

And you were jealous

Of my loving and honest heart



They loved me so much

They jumped on me

Dragging me down, hugging me

And were sad when we had to part



My most grievous deed was a stillbirth

Dead baby in my arms

I asked you why

And you said I must be in sin



You didn’t visit me in the hospital

You offered no comfort

You didn’t even call

Christians? Sure, to my chagrin



You did me a favor by not caring

My eyes were opened

And someone heard my cries

I had a savior. Guess who came?



You call him the Devil, Lucifer

The Morningstar

I call him Beloved

Satan, one and the same.



On the Judgment Day

I will be in line

But I’ll be smiling with joy

And you will be in wringing despair



Not much was asked of us

No obedience, no rules

Just to be true to our potential

To respect one another and to care



I opened my heart and He showed me

The simple truth

To rise above the pit, the Chaos

Human oppression I had to sever



You are a congregation of fools

The true evil ones

And you bathe in the torment you cause others

May you burn in the Lake forever.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 10-23-2010 at 01:59:01 PM

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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is that stranger that I saw???
In that reflection from once you gave,
Why is you don't behave???

Please show me the image of my true self,
And not tease me with this illusion of lies,
Who is this person who hides in disguise?

This stranger who resides in the shadows of my form,
My inner mind and outward body to transform,
Into the darkness of the beast,
The light of my inner soul has become his feast.

Why is it that I can no longer see my reflection,
All I can see is the mirrage of my imperfection,
The evil of sins and the blood lust of sorrow,
The dark incarnation of the devil's marrow.

My inner mind his playground for fun,
Is it possible for the evil to be undone,
For salvation of my mortal sins,
The purity of the inner light that always wins.

As I gaze into his eyes so cold,
The darkness of the eternal night I shall behold,
Once a shadow now stands a man,
The damnation of my soul his only plan.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why is it I can not recall,
The image of purity and innocence lost,
My immortal soul that paid the cost.

When did the stranger that I see,
Become me???

Last edited by angel33614 10-25-2010 at 03:34:58 AM

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Taming of The Devil

A day will come,
When all repentance is gone,
When evil will shine brighter than dawn,
When the night shall rule the sky,
Until there's nothing left,
Nothing left but a remorseful goodbye.

Yet upon the winds of sorrow and remorse,
There shall always lie just a hint of reprieve,
Just a glimmer of purity of the holy soul to receive.
For in the heart of hell,
He dwells into the gates of his keep,
The devil of incarnation knows no sleep.

But one day his end shall come to be,
For in the purity of the light shall he learn to see,
Blinded by the darkness no more,
Forever longing for just a hint of release,
A resting place in the shadows no more shall become his inner peace.

Why would the dark one ever want the light?
The only true joy he's known is within the night.
To those afraid of what they'll find,
In the ever expanding void is where the evil host spends most of his time.

You children of light...
You speak of inner peace,
'Finding' the light for eternal release.
Look upon me...
There are none so blind as those who cannot see the glory of death,
And all that it has brought to me.

In the recesses of shadows hides his inner desire,
To return home to the purity of the light from once he fell,
Empty and hollows lies his soul as it dwells in the very pits of hell.
A blind man walks deep into the abyss of the night,
Seeing the truth of the beast's inner light.

A child of innocence lies waiting for his sacrifice to be held,
For in the embrace of death's keep,
Will he exorcise the darkness of the inner beast to be eternally expelled.
Longing shall his breath behold,
The evil incarnation of his nightmares no longer to be told.

No pit of Hell
No hollow soul to sell.
No pity or grief,
No sacrifice left in disbelief.

If there were a light so bright,
So as to cast out the night,
Should it shine from within?
Or from the Heavens,
Where darkness truly begins.

It seems the light has the need,
For those who are lost in limbo to believe,
That in pure light is the truth,
When only in Hell’s fire can one find proof.


Even in the very depths of hell,
In the darkest recesses of one's inner shell,
Can one find just a faint glimmer of light,
Purity of heaven's love of the night.

For even the beast of the darkness knows,
The love of God's embrace always shows,
That the real truth can be found within,
For even in the our darkest hour,
When all the world lies broken,
The inner peace of salvation shall be found in the soul of one.

A soul so pure and true,
That not even the darkness knew,
The almighty power that shall come,
Eternal salvation of the demon soul of the night.
A burning face of fire of God's chosen sight,
And in that final moment the heart of the darkness became the light.

co-written by angel33614 and mustacheman 2010

Last edited by angel33614 10-25-2010 at 06:21:25 PM

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Jesus Christ would not be welcome in many of His own churches today.

Not Welcome


Worship? What in red blazing hell?

Has anyone not learned a thing?

Run to church at Sunday’s first bell

Starched suits, cheap perfume, mothball smell



Limp, cold handshakes when you greet

Nothing behind your eyes

Say good morning, take your seat

Obediently reach for today’s music sheet



Praise God’s name and bless His Throne

Close your eyes and pretend

Lilting and hissing you drone

Good grief, is that singing or a groan?



Grab your wallet, here comes the deacon

Stomachs tighten, seeing the plate

All is well. Wave big money as a beacon

Everyone looks, smiling as the pile is peaking



Love? Snarls, whispers and sideways glances

At the guy in jeans and muddy boots

Heaven’s knows, bet he drinks and dances

Or worse, maybe he wears pink and prances



He’s got a ragged beard and a rough hand

No one said hello or welcome

He’s not welcome amongst His own band

God help you; He’s Jesus from the Holy Land.

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Nothingness


I spin in a violet pool of despair

My soul has been shattered

My heart is bruised beyond repair



I peek into the dark wailing abyss

I plea, call you forth

Whilst fervently praying for your deadly kiss



God of the Underworld, please take me

I want to die I implore

But even You will not set me free



Humanity hates me, death casts me away

My soul, my being has turned to ash

I have faded into nothingness today.

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The fruitless search for one's soulmate -


Dying Star


Fiery halo burning in the sapphire sky
What is beyond and what goes around?
Opalescent flames crawl and enter
And seek, harking to sky and ground

All that she touches is winter dead
Like Sycamore branches so gnarled
There is no sign of life, all is sleeping
And every season is unrelenting dread

The star Is all-aglow, a fragrant bloom
One that cannot be kept unscented
Many come seeking, so compelled
And she sees a sham, something demented

She is dimming, giving away day's hope
She feels his presence, his love
But his touch is fleeting and sly
And no one is there, just air above

She grows weary of unrequited promise
Tired of alpha males, of crying, of scar
She dons her shield for eternity
And deigns to be a dying star.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 10-30-2010 at 12:44:41 PM

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Why am I the only one posting in the POB thread at Darkness?

I know that there aren't a lot of comments but there are lots of views.

One of the Darkness poets, Ransom, said he was glad that the POB's came to Darkness.

I know I am. But I don't like being alone...well, I do. But not too alone I guess I am being selfish...I feel very alone right now.

Kelly Bean

Last edited by KellyRedhead 10-30-2010 at 01:47:37 PM

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No Bird Sings


Feudal lords and dark army swept
across the pure and virgin moor
burned abode
and butchered all men, children and beasts
Women the motherload
No bird sings this morn

In the hushed and swollen air
blood and broken bones sink silently
into the field
Rivers of scarlet and scent of fear
know the power they wield
No bird sings this morn

Ire retribution is an inevitable
course of such fate
Ladies insert
knives and staves into nether regions
and scream as blood, life spurt
No bird sings this morn

Lords and knights have lost their honor
and even those they did love
Terrible Twist
All the fair and beautiful are gone
by ladies determined fist
No bird sings this morn.

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Kelly - I will be over to Darkness later today - there's a few I can post up. As POB, we need to participate in their thread too!! Thanks for the reminder -

kah

Quote:

Originally Posted by KellyRedhead

Why am I the only one posting in the POB thread at Darkness?

I know that there aren't a lot of comments but there are lots of views.

One of the Darkness poets, Ransom, said he was glad that the POB's came to Darkness.

I know I am. But I don't like being alone...well, I do. But not too alone I guess I am being selfish...I feel very alone right now.

Kelly Bean

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Thanks, Kah