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| Oct 10, 2006 10:54 am |
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Nightmare
By: Shannon Keeton
Open the door and look into the black abyss
See nothing
a shining glow disturbs the dark,
and angers it.
The darkness grows two glowing red spots,
they are a red color.
It shows the sharpness of it's teeth.
It flies towards you and envelopes your body,
with a single swallow.
You snap your eyes open,
as you sit upon your bed.
Your shaking from head to toe,
drenched in sweat.
"It was all just a dream." you sigh laying your head back
onto your pillow,
You close your eyes falling back to sleep,
you never noticed that next to you lay,
the demon of nightmares controlling your dreams,
Mercilessly
Shattered Heart
By: Shannon Keeton
I couldn't believe it when he told me.
He said that he loved me.
I would talk with him about this fluke
Instead he said no it is very true.
I didn't believe him,
As far as I could throw him.
He seemed to just stare at me,
with those deep lilac eyes.
He never seemed to understand what I meant, unless.
No he couldn't, I am not the loving type.
He said he loves, me and I rather be alone.
To myself and, away from the world.
He didn't know the real me,
No one really did.
At least I thought,
apparently he knew me better than most.
I gave him a chance once
and he took my heart.
Yet dropped it and it shattered apart
What is change?
By: Shannon Keeton
Change is a mysterious thing. Look at it how you will I see the most phenomenal change every year, the change in the seasons. There is a great legend behind this change that the geeks believe in. The legend of the Goddess Hera, her daughter Persephone and the god of the underworld Hades. How Hera absorbs the light so the earth wouldn’t, hushing the warmth of the air turning it cold and bitter. She silenced the earth for three months which is called winter, for every pomegranate seed that Persephone ate. Punishing the mortal race for Hades tricks and Persephone’s foolish mistake. For Hades kidnapping her and tricking her into eating the seeds. Now that is the Greek version of why winter last from December to February. The changing seasons is more than the color and the scenery; it is the very essence of time.
I created the symphony!
By: Shannon Keeton
Pull the bow along the strings for softness
Slam on the keys for hardness
Tap the drums like it was a beating heart
Blow the horn to bounce it off the air
Toot the flute and hear it ring
Bring them together to create the symphony
Hear it play the tune of old and new
Do you feel what music does to you?
How it makes you soul sing, and keeps the heart beating.
Soft, hard, beating, bouncing, hear it, create it.
This is the symphony. |
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| Oct 10, 2006 10:56 am |
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these are only 4 of many.
go ahead and post yours here as well. |
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| Oct 10, 2006 02:41 pm |
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I have some...but in a czech...if I have a time, I'll translate them and give here.....its just a half-poems, I dont like the synthetical rhymes....
I think, that yours poems are good, but I can't translate them all...Czech girl...:)))) |
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| Oct 14, 2006 09:01 am |
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okay... let me share my poetry.
Mariel
Once, you opened my heart and
Took me by the hand.
Happiness in your eyes,
Eyes that hide no lies.
Youth in your smile,
Your innocent and everlasting smile.
Then, you captured my heart and
Soothed me by the hand.
Loveliness in your laughter
With a melody that sings forever
In my aching heart,
Nostalgia in my lonely heart.
Now, you seem so different,
Where is the heaven-sent
Mariel of my dreams?
Whom I cherish in my dreams,
Whose very image stays in my heart,
My broken heart.
Soon, our feelings will reunite
Beneath the stars dim and bright,
In the cold mist of the night,
Upon the wings of birds in their flight,
Through the pathways of my heart -
My never-dying heart. |
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| Oct 14, 2006 01:25 pm |
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| Oct 25, 2006 08:50 am |
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| Nov 23, 2006 01:15 am |
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Glee
The softest touch shall never cease,
To make you laugh in glee.
Upon each spot, my fingers linger;
Dancing in harmony.
Pale, chapped lips will curl:
To the heavens they will aim,
And crooked teeth reveal themselves.
A roaring laughter I cannot tame.
Joints will bend while you squirm:
Knobby knees, and elbows too.
We'll roll about blissfully,
What a joy to tickle you!
Dance
Let us dance the forbidden dance;
One of teeth, tongues, and lips.
Or shall we grace untouched lands?
Lands of soft caresses, and bucking hips.
Oh! And what ecstacies are we to find:
Those of the magnificent first kiss?
Are we to indulge in this forbidden dance?
Even if only for momentary bliss.
Place your lips to mine:
Ever so pallid, and lush,
And let our tongues collide.
Only to feel the passionate rush. |
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| Nov 23, 2006 09:40 am |
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Death is Life
Death is life
no more strife
a lack of doubt
never being worn out.
All things come to an end
Life is just the latest trend
Live life while you still have time
Death is life
My heart is In an Iron rose
My heart is in an Iron rose
I've thrown away the key
My heart's been broken far too many times to e'er be set free
My heart is in an iron rose
It ne'er shall escape
till' true love comes nocking at my door and wraps me in his cape
My heart is in an iron rose
and there it shall remain
till I find one kind enough to except a heart so frayed
Hope ya'll like. I have more but I need to find them |
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| Nov 27, 2006 09:11 am |
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| Glee, Dance, Death is life, and my heart is In an Iron Rose, were all awesome great job. |
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| Nov 27, 2006 09:14 am |
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A Gypsy's Mind, Heart, and Soul.
By: Shannon
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see.
Do you see the tears, or my fantasies.
Listen to my voice what do you hear, The worlds of an evil demon?
Or is it the voice of an angel you hear?
I don't look in a crystal ball, and I don't take hold of your hand to read your palms.
I won't read shells, or nuts or beads, your face is all I really need.
I look into your eyes and see myself, My love your thinking of me?
Let me tap on my tamberine, as we dance on the top.
Let me play a tune upon my fiddle as we jump from note to note.
Let me sing my Gypsy song and dance in circles, and read the cards,
As we leap from rain drop to rain drop and kiss the stars.
My senses tell me that we are meant to be.
Let's take the chances and see.
I give you my blessings
I give you my curse
I give you the mind, heart, and soul of a gypsy. |
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| Dec 02, 2006 04:07 pm |
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| i hate you and i can never love you theres death in my heart and your eyes lie theres no one here to save me you only have to fail the only sound is children crying and im running you cant find me cried out and called no name but it was filled with longing will i find my true salvation these sins of mine are bringing you to me |
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Dec 02, 2006 11:11 pm
Edited : Dec 02, 2006 11:27 pm |
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:Deep:
Sitting in my darkened corner watching the world spin off my fingertips, Deep deep inside my seat consumating my thought, like crushed velvet , intense, secretly yearnng sustanence ,tragic adversity,ambigious substances.
These same ol songs keep pouring in, drowning in my thoughts. Behind these eyes you stare in aww, deep into my soul. I cant see my future for my eyes are closed, I 've held tears draw nearer I miss you dear..Slipped and broke an angel stepping on its wings, took its love for granted playing the part. What is to you reality, for me is just a game doubt my creditablilty cos i am mad insane.......... by Dresdin Blacklilac
:Voices:
Voices I hear angels sing softly in my ears, tender touches, I miss you dear. I've longed to hold you near, finding it harder to keep my memories clear. Clinging onto something I am not sure is really here, fading sometimes , sometimes dissappears.... I can't take it any longer, I want you here
I cant help these feelings to have you here
I can only tell you, so I will make it clear.
I miss you dear. by Dresdin Blacklilac
:My Sin:
She comes to me in my dreams, underneath these satin sheets. Filthy fantasy, dirty and sweet. Deadly passion waiting to meet.
She tells me things I want to believe down beneath the willow trees. Lament a lulliby my song of deciet. Burning desires began to repeat.
Skin on Skin dont fear
Flesh on Flesh my dear
Sin on Sin come here
The sour taste upon my lips
A bitter vengence as sweet as this
Sweet soliliquey upon the shadow of the moon
This my darlin will be your doom
Skin on Skin dont fear
Flesh on Flesh my dear
Sin on Sin come here
The sex and the magic pleasant this feels, dark demonica on her knees. My little gothic whore begging please, tapping the vein to make her smile.
Skin on Skin dont fear
Flesh on Flesh my dear
Sin on Sin come here
Drip drip run my memories
Spilling onto your dirty fantasies
Like fluid down the walls
My blood rushes through it all.
Skin on Skin dont fear
Flesh on Flesh my dear
Sin on Sin come here
by dresdin blacklilac |
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| Dec 05, 2006 09:11 am |
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