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Mozalios Aug 2016
The despair that you shared, the trust that you've earned, the tears of fear only the crow will know
The lives that are missed, blurred vision bliss, what lies in the distance beyond the line of sight only the crow will know
True reason brought disgrace within this place of hollow souls that walk the earth alone leaving a trace that only the crow will know
Promising everything will be alright only to be telling the lies of a thousand times, the truth only the crow will know
Lost the meaning of how a life can become whole only the crow will know
If you've lived a life of honesty or if it was an atrocity only the crow will know
The purest souls the crow will seek the foulest souls are the devils meek
Only the crow will know my true sorrow
Only the crow will know how to bring me back to you
Mozalios Aug 2016
Plot of Death
Screams of Tragedy
Vengeance of Man
Flight of Crows
The tale of a tortured soul
Overcome with vengeful woe
Driven by the Crow
To avenge
An angel’s soul
SøułSurvivør Aug 2016
It was a dark and stormy night
The moon was like a ghost
New, it was a sliver
Misty. Foggy. Lost.

Lightning all around it
Dancing on the breeze
Thunder took it in its arms
To Tiptoe Through the Trees

Liquid glinted on its face
Flowed down to cheek and jowl
A madman's laugh arose from it
As the wind began to howl

Yes, if raindrops are as tears to him
They are tears of Mirth
For he looks down upon us fools

*And laughs for all he's worth!
Thanks again Hello Poetry!

It's 12:30... time for shut eye... =_=

Goodnight all!

-
Vincent S Coster Aug 2016
The metal blade
That kissed your skin
Will nor remove the pain
Nor form scars
To match the ones
Formed by betrayal upon
Your heart
The seeping blood
So crimson
Enticing
Will not wash away  
They way that tears do
The sadness you may feel
Spent on people who
Mistreat you
But they are fools
And so beneath you
And their razor blade tongues
Cut into you
But you will rise above
Their hurtful words
Like blood red roses
In the snow
And from the ashes of  
Your broken self
We'll see the fire of  
Your beautiful spirit
And we'll have roses for ashes then

*© 2011 Vincent S. Coster
Taken from the 2011 Gothic pamphlet Nocturnes. Based on the poet's own experience of self-harm in this poem he is speaking to all who are driven to hurt themselves but does this by using the device of writing to an undisclosed individual.
Death's rose touches everyone's heart
But only once
Because the moment his petals caress your soul,
You're life
is over
.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
Joan of Arc

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin,

I am street,
I am class,
I am good,
I am bad,
I am this,
I am that,
I am real,
I am counterfeit,

This is honesty is all it’s honestness,

I am a prophet on topic,
when talking on topics,
I’m underground I’m pop hits,
I’m Hippy I’m Gothic,
I’m ignorant I’m conscious,
I’m cocky I’m modest,
and I say this all and they hate it all,
saying I have an ego even though I’m just being honest,

I’m silence to those that fear,
I’m music to those with ears that hear,
I paint pictures of scriptures to psy-optics,
on heads to heads to help those that are confused to see clear,

see we’re,
both casual and severe,
our attention goes elsewhere,
even when our bodies are still here,

oh dear,

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin’…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The H Trilogy
I Am All
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Yin
You held me
Tight inside
Your warm
Arms
You kissed
My nose
Then kissed
My mind
I melted
Sinking into
You, into
Me
Everything
Blurred by
As you and I
Worshiped
The devotion
Lust
And inclination
Of us

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
My heart of ash moans,
In view of his beautiful cluster
of ruby glass
How it aches, whimpering
By cause of his penetrating glance.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Lust burned within
His skin touched me
Like porcelain
White as snow
He was serene
With a sinful glow
Like the wind
Whistling into branches
The forest hummed
Sweet love calling
It was only but a whisper
He listened too
The ancient rules
Falling through
The forest floor breaking
Exploding sunbeams
From our eyes
A volcano, erupting
Rusty orange turbulence
Pushing every fiber into,
Hopelessly wishing, drifting
Into a sleepless dream
Never to be sanctioned,
Always asleep.


E.S.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
I hope one day I will be brave
To find the strength, tell you
How I love you

I know the pain created
The gain will be less then perfect
Unjust, unfair

I can not show you now
For I am locked, my fingers tied
One day though

Dazed by your eyes
I fall so numb, my heart grows
Everyday

My heart is broke
Cut up in two, one for you
Only one for you

E.s.
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