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Sunday, November 8th, 2009
4:22 am - Prose- Embodied

mind_eclipse

I do not know where he came from. He pressures me to unzip my dress as the warmth of his tongue caresses my ear. It doesn’t feel wrong tonight. I’ve taken too many pills. I pull out the bottle from the cabinet in the kitchen, drowning one pill after another as if it is nothing at all. I use them to ease my head for awhile before I crawl onto the couch in the afternoon sun. I do not feel afraid. There are some things that you cannot explain, like a memory. A memory can lead you anywhere if you are willing to follow it.

They sit and smoke and talk outside on my porch. I can hear them talking. I do not know what they are saying. Then I hear a soft knock, the door opens and he walks over. He’s staring down on me where I sleep. I’m paralyzed. It’s a sweet sort of terror. I’m lying still and calm. But I am not safe inside my skin. The light is on and I can see all the forms and shapes in this chaotic house. The night is warm and I am dizzy. I am disconnected from him. He is wearing the cross that I used to wear. The scars still hurt, there’s still a mark where I cut into myself with a rusty knife. There’s this sick quietude of midnight when I cannot sleep. I do not sleep, for I fear him coming to me. It hurts so bad. Like a million sharp knives that cut into me. He’s an octopus. His web is my web where all the pictures collect in the bottom of a bloody pool. He’s watching me and waiting from the crooked tree, his name is Azazel.


He pours wax onto my cold numb body. I hear whispers mixed with echoing words amidst the florescent room. They strip me, they take my blood, then they pour wax all over me. These demons laugh like happy cherubim sparks. To rise up from their dead graves before falling into autumn leaves. They’re dragging chains behind them with their sarcastic angers; they need to find an innocence to tease. Teasing children to ease their pain. To comfort them in their hellish realities.

Beal, so high and mighty. A wisdom unsurpassed, gray hair that glistens with tears. He sits on his golden throne beneath the beauty of heaven. Sees time before it is met and watches the world unfold in prismatic colors. The angels dance in their fields of yellow wheat. He wears a silvery crown with bright gray jewels, and he holds beside him the specter. He can command and entire world to fail. His musicians and artists make music and poetry of the spaces.

He is so high while down below is his prisoner. Within it is the vampire who loves to steal kisses from the twilight stars. He sleeps in muddy dreams. He’s soaking with snake poison and holly. He eats the apples that fall upon his head, and questions whether they go up or down when he’s pushing the world into holes with his hands of snow. He looks into the red crystalline tree, suddenly a girl comes into view…she’s wishing on a star. She’s lost in a world where people smile then fade. But she’s always there, always there running.


Today she is still. He holds his hand over her lips to muffle the screams which cannot escape. He sucks into her veins with deep remorseful cruelty. He’s trying not to be so cruel, but it happens when he feeds. Her body is his prize. His temple is her body, she is now the victim of his playful teasing. Wicked scribbles and inky dreams fill this monster’s head. He is the monster she loves. He won’t tell her it, though, that she can no longer feel. Then she swallows her pills and Abaddon sleeps.

He rapes her when she’s not looking, when she drifts from one corner to another looking for a friend. Now she is no longer a child and her happiness is no longer a tune. His heart is broken and is turned into stone. The darkness engulfs her with spiteful sweetness. He perspires as the evil rolls off his skin in sweaty lullabies. She sits still, the movie starts again, and while they are transfixed she escapes.

Nothing is real. It is all an illusion. It looks like something but it is not what it appears. She holds the dagger to her chest and swears to fight for what she’s missed. The candle flickers restlessly, it is time she says. It is time he says.


I’m stepping over his death as he waits. I’m looking for a reason to believe in art, while my heart is scattered over the valley in red ashes. He is asleep at last, embodied by all those things that I have lacked. If only I could close the window, kiss him through the lenses and tell him I am truly a friend before he looks away.

In a parallel world things are not what they seem. When you might think it’s just an illusion, remember me. Wake up just to see. I have opened the door so that you could see the darkness embodied in my spirit. Now as the rains whirl through my head you shall have learned the truth behind the lake of fire. It is a path you have earned.

Burn the memories.

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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
12:31 pm - Oh Sorrow

heartmeetspoon
 

Oh Sorrow,

that I should be here now,
with the grasping tips of your fingers
crawling on my skin, your
voice
cajoling me,...

For one last time, and I
am a thousand thoughts away
distanced even from the
hatred
of your touch

the coldness of the room
the bed, the still-born truth
of what this Faberge
marriage
is to us both

Sure baby, let me swallow
down this bitter pill again
wash it down with uncried tears
try
to love you

 and in your eyes I see
nothing, no understanding of
the hollow you have carved within
me
with  your love

My stupid valentine, why
Did you ever marry a horror
Like me, who would simply
Break
Your last hope

 misplaced, and hungry and I
am not worthy of a person
 like you are so honest
open
cluelessly mine.

 Oh sorrow, to walk away
And know you never get
That I have released you to
Run
Away to find

Someone not me.







current mood: numb

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Friday, December 5th, 2008
12:07 pm - Books Available

mind_eclipse

My book is out, dark and abstract poems:::::

Ashes to Ashes is my poetry book from 2008. It has around 400 poems included and it is $26. The book is long, about 490 pages! I published it for print on demand. But money is no issue. I would love for anyone who's interested to enjoy my books! smile.gif


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Here is the link to the poetry book:Ashes to Ashes/ Bookstore

My other two books are:

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Doubting Thomas. A book of journaling in 2008 on my 'shadow' it is kind of interesting because it's hard to tell if he is 'real' or not, but I go into theories.

http://www.wordclay.com/BookStore/BookStor...px?bookid=43289


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Friday, September 26th, 2008
7:03 pm - Hi, First Poem

mind_eclipse

Monument of Me
A Poem by Mind_Eclipse
"
This is a Kryielle Sonnet about September 11th and a tribute.
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In one minute the world looked strange,

It was not long for time would change,

Where once stood a great liberty,

She was a monument of me.

 

How bravely they fought these flames that burned,

Those darkened brows from years they earned,

Now pushing through the ash to see,

She was a monument of me.

 

How strange the world could change so fast,

When terror struck it would not last,

Home is where the people are free,

She was a monument of me.

 

In one minute the world looked strange,

She was a monument of me.

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Saturday, December 1st, 2007
11:19 pm - A Few Poems for You (Rose-Coloured Box/Almost Real/Again, With Medication This Time)
strumpetqueen
The poem 'Rose-Coloured Box' was inspired by...well, my experiences, and love, of a certain person who did not return my feelings. However, that's certainly not the theme of the poem; the piece is about forgetting my feelings and accepting her lack of anything more than a friendship with me. It's...bittersweet? Two people said it made them cry when I showed it to them. I don't know...>>


Another aspect of the unrequited love I was talking about in Rose-Coloured Box. It illustrates the obsession I felt at that time, and my desperate attempt to keep it secret. The last verse seems to take on the points made in the earlier poem a bit...again, I don't know. Erm.


Ahhh, and now a poem with nothing at all to do with love. This is about hysteria, or Histrionic Personality Disorder. I don't think I need to explain much more, so...yes *shrugs* Enjoy?

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Monday, November 26th, 2007
12:29 pm

geesteschbloem

Hello :) I'm new to this community.







current mood: cold

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Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
12:22 pm - sinking into the death trap of you

angelalpev
This was one of my poems submitted in my deviantArt..got inspired while I was watching Spongbob Squarepants ; )

(sinking into the death trap of you...)



current mood: artistic

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Monday, October 1st, 2007
6:52 pm - The Nightmare

leesha_xxx

Hi; I'm Alicia. I'm new to this community; I joined because I love to write poetry, and my poetry is mainly dark. 
I posted this in

poems

too. It's a sestina, so enjoy :)



current mood: annoyed

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Friday, August 31st, 2007
10:08 pm - Understand? [Part One]

randomxfangirl
My poetry skills are bleh, since I haven't written anything that possessed me to cry in ages (okay, a year) and I never really saw poetry in sub-cultures, just dark poems, serious poems, love poems, and happy/funny poems. I assume most everything here is on the macabre side of the line.

Mother, you don't understand...Collapse )

current mood: drained

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Thursday, May 24th, 2007
9:28 pm - Divine Damnation

dulcimergurl
hello. My name is Ruthie. I just joined this community. my friend [yes it's really my friend] has a poem that she wanted some feedback on. hopefully it is "gothic" enough for this community. so i shall post it. i'm sorry if it wasn't gothic enough. please add comments. I shall get them to her. or you can email her at spiderdai08@aol.com, that would be nice too. thankyou.

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ex-posted to "poems" and "community_poem"

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Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
8:12 pm - milk and honey

oggsmith
I turn out the lights and picture how it used to be
And slowly slide the needle beneath my skin
The taste of milk and honey the freedom that it brings
Is but a brief moment of what it used to be
I can feel it pulsing through my veins
And I feel more dead all the time

There was a time when it was you and me
Before you left this world and all its agony
My hands shake as your memory pierces my soul again
So I throw back a few more pills and chase it with whiskey
I try to forget all the pain I try in so many ways
Somehow I know I never will

You always said you could never live without me
But now you’ve gone and left me here alone
So I try to lose my pain any way that I can
I think I’ll just let go of this world tonight
They’ll find me here with a needle and a spoon
Grasping this old picture of you

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Monday, January 29th, 2007
3:27 am - Vampire Freaks

morbid_angel16
Hey everyone. Please come check out this site and join it. It is a lot better than MySpace. Vampire Freaks! Also a new contest is going on where you can win lifetime premium membership, t-shirt and $300 gift card to site's store or $200 cash for referring people!!!

http://vampirefreaks.com/main.php?r=115101

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Sunday, November 12th, 2006
6:06 pm - Nightmare

lucidnightmare6
In the dark
Your mind will stray
Into a land
Where thoughts will play
Where dangers lurk
And creatures hide
A place that haunts you deep inside

Your fears will roam
And watch you run
Chase you all night
Their twisted fun
Crouch in corners
Hide behind doors
It will always be

Waiting for you
You run so fast
Not fast enough
Can’t catch your breath
Its right behind you
You feel it exhale
Warm on your naked neck

A cold sweat builds
Runs down your face
Distorts your face
Lost in this place
You cannot see
You cannot run
You feel it close in

In a trance
You cannot move
Your body frozen
Impending doom
You want to scream
Nothing comes out
Your voice has left you

You see those eyes
Those eyes that haunt
Dreams become nightmares
You now fear sleep
The veil of bravery
Fails to convince you now
What are you to do?

The thing you run from
This hides in your mind
The distress you feel
Oh how you suffer
At the hands of this
Your greatest terror
Your nightmare.

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Friday, July 28th, 2006
12:05 pm

ravenmdf
A couple of my poems...

Internment
The worn rope creaks,
Tears abound, memories neither strong nor weak.
Mourners round and round.

Pine to earth, lily to pine.
Rest eternal is now mine.

Ashes to ashes, shovel to mound.
Eternal peace I have now found.
Wind and rain, sun and snow. Time has stopped, the yew now grows.

c2003 Mario D Furtado


The Bell Tolls

I shout to the heavens, I fall to my knees,
A darkness surrounds, Oh Gods please!
Lost in the mist,No witness to my tears,
I wither and fall,my hour draws near!

A voice calls to me,a voice so soft,
A beacon in the night,a call from aloft.
I look for my girls, they stand before me,
'Have no fear father,you'll soon be free'.'

My hands to their hands,my heart to their heart,
This suffering will soon be over,sadly we'll soon have to be apart.
Peer into their eyes,a kiss upon their cheek,
With a final breath, my body grows weak.

The bell has toll,my time is here,
My love will always be with thee,have no fear.
Take this rose,remember me,
This is her will,it just has to be.

c.2006 Mario D Furtado

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Saturday, July 1st, 2006
1:33 pm - Strips

jciams01

As life strips layers of skin from my soul,
I want to fall and give up life.
As life takes emotions and meaning from my life,
I feel in a emotionless life that heads no where.
Why must life be so painful?


current mood: depressed

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Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
7:38 am

wildfireburning
my bloodlust never ceases
the proximity of you
near my senses
incenses every inch of my soul
burning
yearning
need to get a fix
a pound of flesh is all i desire
you donate yourself
to my cause
and we become one

current mood: horny

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Monday, June 12th, 2006
12:54 am

kfedandbritney
My life is spiraling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry Concert.
It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You,' and 'Rip Apart My Soul,' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab." and it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do, some days you know. . .

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming to if u look just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression most just call me a fag
'Cause their dudes look like chicks, their chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Hallowe'en
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss, you know, it's so dark. and it's suffocating me. grabbing a hold of me and tightening it's grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans . . . which look great on my by the way

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of Goth
You can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls I'd only be half right

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw X-BOX I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parental�s
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo


My parents just don't get me you know. they think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. well, a couple of guys. but I mean, it's the 2000s. can't 2, or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend. . . . I feel like tacos.
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DyS iz exaCtaly how i felT wh3n bRiTneY siGned DA DIvORE pAperz. dyZ gaWthIc s0nG eXpLains mah fellIngZ peRfecTly, lYk oMggggG.
i g2g cuZ my r4zor iz lyk gEtting dUll :(


current mood: apathetic

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Sunday, June 11th, 2006
11:54 pm

mondetriste
This is a poem that I wrote for a love. I hope you guys like it, it's not very cheery and highly dark.  Please comment and let me know what you think.

my soul is dark 4 yr luv
deep in the depths of all my gloom
a blood red flower waits to bloom
in the dankest of the dark dungeons
i wait for you in a cementary
don't forget to bring the black candles
and the vampyre blood
i luv you


current mood: depressed

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Thursday, June 1st, 2006
8:33 am - A Summer Sonnet Slam

reinahardy
Hey- hope it's ok to post this here. Might be a great time for anyone in Chicago who's the right age. Believe me, Shakespeare can be pretty bleak.

The Viola Project (Shakespeare for Girls!) presents A Summer's Day
Sonnet Slam: Saturday, June 10th, 10am - 4pm, at CityLit Theatre, 1020
W. Bryn Mawr. Love to act? Love to write? Why choose? This one-day
workshop, open to girls 11-17, will combine the performance of
Shakespeare's poetry with a chance for students to write their own.
$45. Apply at www.violaproject.org or call 312-528-9121.

The Viola Project is a not-for-profit organization dedicated to
empowering young women through the understanding and performance of
Shakespeare's plays.

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Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
9:43 pm

mysticnight2

zombiexsquad

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