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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 11:08 am
Happily Never After
In this forest, no one can hide
for this is the land where all princesses died
Black Knights rule the courts and dragons the skies
and peasants are slaves who only wail their cries
This is a land reigned by evil and fear
and no savior stands even close enough to hear
Horses run mad in the forest and creeks
While drunkards and rapist run wild in the streets
Children huddle and weep for the dead
while waters run warm and fountains flow red
in this land there's no cheer and laughter
it's a sad little place called Happily Never After
mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 12:59 pm
I really like this poem. ^_^
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:56 pm
This is really good, I liked it a lot.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 12:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 7:11 pm
Such a lovely poem that you have written...darkly sweet...bloody yet neat... Lovely, just lovely!! heart heart
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 7:52 pm
The dragons of the night are here
can you hear them whispering?
The dragons of the night you fear
can you hear the screaming?
I would help you
but i am through
with Evenings due
I wish that I could take my dragons far way from you.
Child rhyme, my aunt made up. Something about the horrors of the world
Under the Spell of a sweet little girl.
I'm under the spell of a sweet little girl
with a little red dress and little blond curl
Her blue eyes wide with innocent fun
and her dress red from the horrors she's done.
the dress was once white if you know what i mean
and the people once whole had then started to scream
but she's a sweet thing, that petite little girl
with her sweet little teeth
and her eyes on the world.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 9:10 pm
^_^ I really love these poems. I can imagine this in the world because it somehow does relate to the world. Its very dark and I love it!
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 9:14 pm
I will really wnat to put it all out.
THANK YOU
For once something shows there aren't any happy endings. No one will get the so-called happy perfected life, if they do, than they can just go away.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 6:48 am
Hiatus Signature Happily Never After In this forest, no one can hide for this is the land where all princesses died Black Knights rule the courts and dragons the skies and peasants are slaves who only wail their cries This is a land reigned by evil and fear and no savior stands even close enough to hear Horses run mad in the forest and creeks While drunkards and rapist run wild in the streets Children huddle and weep for the dead while waters run warm and fountains flow red in this land there's no cheer and laughter it's a sad little place called Happily Never After mrgreen Awesome! I really luv it! heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:20 am
The Mortal Harrison
Scriptly Scholar
My Flesh that stitched by God's own hand
Any of which be made into man
The skin pulled tight like cloth on wood
be fine or wrinkled as a canvasing should
For naught in the night, a wondering soul,
should venture unwavering into our front door
for hanging of tidings to mongst we present
are ill done for fortune, our family unset
the box hangs empty for dancing with tide
are my mother and father, a dull groom and dead bride.
around they furl thrashing with glory in text,
where water run with oil on a single mans flesh
where tears turn to ash and laughter to barks
and welts from the tongue from a flea's single mark
The shadows stir as candle ignites
the fire to the city
and the darkness to light
a shout rings out as my guardian, sire
raises his hands and puts out the fire
the townsfolk crumble into few of the twenty
as my father lay down my mother so gently
into the small package that would lay her to rest,
into the sweet wonderings of our Holy God's Breast
into the night we fled like the lice
that feast on the hair
of the dead children's mice
and so from the heavens we descended to hell
of farther the reaching that in shadows we dwell.
A memory taint from Iron and blood
to shacklings and silver bells ringing with thud
or maidens dancing with blades at the neck
whereas Judas kneeling to give praise to the mid.
I dare not say what age of that was when
but fourteen season sweet i grow wiser again.
Never to face the shadow of death
i rise to seek that don't draw breath.
The living, the wiser, and knowledge to power
of how to escape death and the Lords final hour.
whereas my father, peace lie in wait,
should never be faced with the gallow men's gate.
by another age i shall be set
to go on my quest of things inept
by the last age for a decade from there on til then,
my father predicted i would reach my end.
I smiled at his sweetness for he beg me not cry
for all things that are living, peace is to die.
He didn't know of my wondrous quest
for the secret I sought of God's Holiness.
He bid me goodbye when my time to leave came
and granted to me a tin set of brain
'things are not important dear child
for what is done with them is what makes mortal's wild.'
i went on my way and didn't look back
until i was well over the mountains of black
the sky was deep red and the trees are blood brown
while the rivers were darkening and the fish had all drowned.
the sickness was rising with death on it's nails
like a polished young ship with billowing sails
A village after town and city before late
be met with the place crashed by the ill's hate.
I was warded away from Terris Town
where the young ladies in mourning were seen all around
the dead and the warded were guarded from view
while the beds there were beckoning for the company of two.
and yet i went on with the strongest of life
resisting the urge of a Mortal young wife.
I went on to the hills where forest went thick
and then onto usherings well if not spent.
The darkness was grazing upon my own flesh
and my father was weakening up till mourning afresh
the clouds were gathering and devils land in droves
to carry a man's soul off into the groves.
the trees hung their hands for the ropes to be seen
of the men that had done wrong to the dutiful Queen
Several if not all were running with people
of white bodies supple and small mouths too eager
The smells ran me rigid and my legs were amassed
by the things of the dead that were left for the trash
Maggots and fleas and perhaps some white lice
chose me for slumber instead of the mice
I went to travel the steep maple hills
for the black knights wandering would avoid the saw mills
To a woodcutting colony, I came and I looked,
for some humble dear lodgings but all such were booked
the mistresses were busy and the barmen were late
so in such simple tidings was decided my fate
I slept beneath the wayward stars
and pointed out planets from Jupiter to mars
At the dawn, I rose into the small pasture
where a priest there was wondering with a young serf master
The young master was bold and into his teens
with no sweat on his brow and no scrapped knees
The priest was a man of little or no say
with a smile on his mouth and a sun in his day
I ventured with them until the edge of the wood,
telling my tale as a known person should
they glorified my quest and wished me well
for if not to escape life I'd be sentenced to hell.
I have no Idea what most of this is about but it's about some messed up guy during the medieval era who sought the secret of life and immortality. I'll post the second part latter. As you can see this is not mine but my older sisters. (scriptly scholar) She was hacked a while back.
Lovely flesh of ripened birth to be split open in widened girth
perhaps there is such a time where babies are born
and no mothers die.
_Abortion is death.
If they make the mistake, they deal with it. If they are raped they can give it to someone who wants it. If they refuse to accept their responsibility they should have though of that before they tried to be adults.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:23 am
Complexity
Oh my god.
How did you do that?
Empty
Where did the water go?
Euphoria
When the air leaves the lungs
when the heart stops the blood
when the flesh goes cold
and the human soul is gone
when hell engulfs a person
when heaven reaches out to touch someone
only then will you know pleasure
in it's ultimate form.
Euphoria.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 8:25 pm
upon a rock there sit a man with flute in hand you can't understand
he piped along a jagged way into the day until the sun land
on mountains he would jump about and scream and shout a merry tune
but in the end this strange young man would fall into the darkened gloom
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 5:09 am
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 11:00 pm
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