Unforgettable

feeds@yuku.com (poeticpiers) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:26:11 GMT

Unforgettable.

I remember, I remember

Every year in November.

Am I a Sinner or a Saint?

feeds@yuku.com (poeticpiers) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 09:02:02 GMT

Am I sinner or a saint?

I will supply pure heroine

Loose Cannon

feeds@yuku.com (poeticpiers) — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 01:25:18 GMT

Loose cannon

When I was young and innocent

with childish games I was content.

Tristesse

feeds@yuku.com (de charlus) — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:14:28 GMT

How nice to be reminded of this place. Another piece of formality from me (and a rehashed one at that), but then, one must work within one's limitations. Sometimes it's difficult to leave the intensely personal ones alone.

Tristesse

She walks empty streets
in monochrome dreams,

her not-quite face

tilts down as she moves,

To Dare

feeds@yuku.com (WSDenio) — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 12:46:25 GMT

To dare,
feelings from my own untold.
To bring, to touch with comfort to me.
To dare, so close,
and to find that other.
From tomorrow,
where the final won't be.

To crest such form,
and leave from blight.
Now notice,
this side,
my dream of life.

Now lost of drift,
and fondling light.
To see,
and be,
from that part;
who was lost in me.

Craven Grave

feeds@yuku.com (truthity) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:34:39 GMT

*oh I shall dare*

Craven Grave

I, underneath the grave
far beyond and away,
am the very moment
of all eternity
in a windswept day,
the ground has forsake me;
the tears withered away;
the sun no longer casts;
the shadows will dismay
every moment in pain
not I forgot yesterday
where no gilt flowers grow--
the silence of the tomb,
the emptiness of womb:
neither were never placed.

The Carriage

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 07:40:38 GMT

Traveling these old English roads, one must be very careful, especially at night
All of us within the carriage just holding our breath, until we reach the next inn
Highwaymen, all along the way, other evil in the night, we always make sure we have a light
All of us on edge, because of what lies in the darkness, something to be considered an awful sin.

The night outside, the fog so thick, you couldn't even see your hand, if you held it out
Traveling along this awful road,...

Crazy Eights~

feeds@yuku.com (moonchild8) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 05:32:43 GMT

~CRAZY EIGHTS~

It's so clear I should be dead.
What are these feelings? What's in my head?
Demons are dancing on memory crates.
My mind is spinning in crazy eights.

My skeleton crawls in delusional chains
with catatonic zombies chewing on my...

Crossroads

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 03:59:58 GMT

I walk a path in life, that one day comes to a cross road
Each of us, does exactly the same thing, going down that same path
So each of us, when we come to the crossroad, the path we choose, determines how our future will go
Some of us will have luck and happiness, while others from their choices will suffer fate's wraith.

Some may choose to walk a hill, atop looking upon Satan's lair
Others may end up in a seemingly peaceful valley
Lush and green, where one could spend...

A Tremendous Sum

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 07:43:41 GMT

Forever and a day, within my heart, I have carried, that to me is very very special
A place I thought I would never see again, only seen in my mind by a memory
A place from long ago that died, a place now not even seen by a flying over head gull
But devastation buried this place so deep, within it's watery grave, nothing had the ability, for them to see.

Plato's city, a continent of a race of beings, that forgot their lineage, even forgot the Supreme Being, their very...

IN THE EYE OF SUICIDE

feeds@yuku.com (matterandmemory) — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 06:06:10 GMT

A spiral of thought
is an evil resident,

within Your cortex,

a tempest infinite
twisting a cross

made from rubber
and broken glass.

It bounces and fragments
into gusts of wealth and beauty

those that are poor and ugly
within your mind.

For you're a fat old fool
weathering in cuckoo land,

masturbating self pity,
ejaculating nothing.

anniversary blues

feeds@yuku.com (Gala Of the Garden) — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 00:18:43 GMT

Sometimes the bottom
of a thick glass
will serve as reading glasses
laid over print
you might have wished
to not heed---
her voice a jolt,
reminder of the state of affairs,
the splendid warm of bath water
suddenly a chilly douche,
and the arms will not rise
to embrace the moment,
with the weight of history
manacled to each wrist.
Gold gleaming
trumps base metal,
and the hard click
of disconnection
makes my bed
seem too large for...

hangin tree

feeds@yuku.com (roger ramjet2668) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:05:17 GMT

The blaze the heavens sent wont save us, still we burn,
the sweat our warrior caste now prison pallor as the clouds grow,
our movement underground, the dark still unmarked unmoved, will want us,
stunt us, till this place has gone away.

And we but bitter men that only laughed at our own jokes, frigid in reply.
This is our hangin tree, we cluster
and we watch that corpse a hangin there.
Skilled words a painted by the ones who know their lies will turn the heads
of...

Karma~

feeds@yuku.com (moonchild8) — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 21:55:37 GMT

~KARMA~

Counter clock wise the days
spin on an axis of right and
wrong two miles south of,
what are you going to do with
yourself, on an island of alone
as my...

Alone in the Dark

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 04:53:36 GMT

What things hide within the darkness, that I so fear?
I know in my concious mine things in the dark, are the same things in the light
But in my mind from the dark unspeakable things peer
But when light appears, these diabolical things, well they disappear from my very sight.

If only once, I wish these things could not feel presense, as to them I draw near
Whatever is in the dark, they have a mind of their own
When the lights go out, I know they are always near
Never...

Never Look Back

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 03:54:52 GMT

Each night for the past three months, I have met you here, each and every night
I know exactly who and what you are, in my mind there are no doubts
I tried every way to resist you, I tried hard with all my might
I'm in the middle, my soul, good and evil, since you, there has been an unwinnable bout.

I am totally under your spell, nothing else matters to me but you
I am to the place now, well I can't live without you
Now the path, I take in life my choices are few
I...

Merciful Meeting

feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) — Sat, 23 Jun 2007 01:04:30 GMT

Darkness lingers on and on
Darkness turns to daylight
Then up from the shadows
Up from the shadows she
Runs from the reeking sun
The games lovers play and
What they say, what they
Say rises and falls with the
Sun today she hears his
Soft music crash out from
A hole in the wall she smells
The fresh roses in the silent
Hall spilling out is a drum roll
She sentences him to silence
Today splicing herself with
A thorn the roses are dying
And...

neon lite

feeds@yuku.com (hushush8) — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 21:36:43 GMT

nite lite splash
of neon make you
feel good time
to go circulate
the face I choose
to wear tonite
gonna be the.45
ina skeleton
sorta grim look
of dont piss me

off

be what guns
accidently do
or otherwise
guys always
get it done

while
I prefer
the timestopping
intimancy

of the knife
gonna slice
your nite
in pieces
of perfect
love

peterlord

The Prodgity

feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 07:58:09 GMT

From my fantasy series Of Atlantis, set for release in the fall

A child of light, a child of the dark
A child with powers beyond belief
A prodigy is born into a world of the light and the dark
One which will bring what this old world exactly what it needs from evil, relief.

A child that will bring love and hope, where it is badly needed
A child knowing exactly her pre-ordained destiny
A child who will hear the people, their pleas will be heard and heeded
One...

Deeply Dark