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Locking and Buried It
17:56 Nov 23 2006
Times Read: 674
Locking it and buried it in holy ground.
My pain I thought would vanish from all around.
I locked my heart from all.
And concealed my thoughts in a jar.
Hiding my voice in the shadows...
Why waste my breathe with the dust?
I dissipated my only values.
Lost in my own mourning, like it was a plague.
Engraving my spirit to parchment.
My voice in the well,
Echoing in a tranquil sound.
My heart is with the people,
I've lost...
Connected to them in the dark.
This is to all I've slowly lost...
Putting it into a box.
All of it locked away...
Like the leaves I gathered today.
And sealed...
Buried in the ground.
When at last when everything moves on.
It all seems gone.
Sing Forever In the Wind
22:41 Nov 05 2006
Times Read: 680
She felt a broken heart,
Her flesh ripped slowly in razorblades,
The melting of her face,
The many born in fears…
The leaves of autumn fell on her head,
Her cat eyes sadden,
The Desire gone as she looked around,
Seeing the true state of our modern world.
A Realm of destruction,
Lust bouncing from everyone's eyes…
Her body melted away…
As the sun rose,
For fear of the disguises,
That everyone wears now a days.
'The wind blows in her face,
The lace of life wrapping around everyone…
Her cloaked body watching…
Looking at everyone's faces…
Who is out there…
The real…
The wrong…
The right…
Whisperers…
The songs of life…'
The tune laced in her throat as she sang.
Her waves of hair blown and covering her blues.
The eyes of the ocean…
Hidden away…
Her voice singing for the world…
Delirious they may say,
The words of the ancient tide…
Her tides come and she is washed away…
Still there is a voice laced in the wind calling your name…
'The world vanishes from my eyes,
As I sleep in a solid cold room,
All away from reality,
The people gone from me,
As I lay in death's grip,
So forever good night…
Good night, Good night…'
The Touched Feelings
01:25 Nov 02 2006
Times Read: 687
The anger I feel,
Threatens my own self.
Converting my empty soul…
To explore a world beyond normal society.
Tired of the global rumors,
That spread like a deadly virus…
Heading and entwined in our lives.
My heart clots my warmth…
Creating my crazy personality.
Unable to express feelings as others could.
Wanting nothing more,
Then a hollow hole.
So the spirit of my will can thrive.
But no there was no such place in myself…
The binding wrap that hides my tears,
Slowly rips as I cover them…
Revolting against the hurt that comes.
Instead sorrow builds until,
My breaking point.
Swallowing it down in a forceful manner…
‘What comes forth as the sunrises….
As the sunsets in my eyes…
The feelings rip through me…
No anger or sorrow…
Just an emptiness.’
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