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Child of Lunar LightHe dwells in the shadows awaiting the night.Child of Lunar Light by ~DarkFireWings
Watching as the moon and her children take the sky.
Stepping gracefully into her ivory light.
It dances playfully along his skin bringing a soft glow.
A cool hand reaching invitingly for mine.
Smooth like silk as it caress my hand, gently turning with satin lips meet the wrist.
He embraces me tightly, forgetting all my sorrows as I take in his scent.
An intoxicating aroma of fine oils from far lands.
It fills my head and lungs leaving me blissful.
His voice soothing as it says my name and seductive as it whispers sweet things.
Helplessly, I stare into a pool of liquid honey.
Our lips s
19--poem oneclick, numbers roll, numbers dance19--poem one by ~DarkDaria713
like so many angels on the head of a pin.
i close my eyes and entrance;
the tip of my pen is the tip of my lance,
so go forth, young knight, and win.
click, numbers roll, numbers dance.
like so many angels on the head of a pin,
the world takes a guess and a glance.
we'll theorize and fall, we'll whorl and we'll spin,
and lord only knows the trouble we're in,
but we'll face it all, choke it down with a grin,
as click, numbers roll, numbers dance.
DebrisDeity,Debris by ~bshuffett
Your halo is incomplete,
Your name is not so sweet;
And my heart it burns
When I hear you speak.
Beauty,
Your name is infidelity,
A beast with amorality
Twisting my perception
Of what I assumed you to be.
Misery,
You bring it out of me,
You make me suffer
For your own mistakes,
For all eternity.
-Brian Shuffett/Kat Ward
June 22nd, 2010
Darkness (2)Darkness (2) by ~Viidith22
I softly stepped past the glimmering water and into the moonlight, causing my view to become clear.
Revealing the true evil around me.
“You have piqued my curiosity.”
I turned to the darkest corner of the forest to see nothing.
Is it hiding from me?
What am I of a threat?
Laughter echoed through the dark forest, shaking the tree roots.
Stay strong. I told myself. This place is fabricated, as real as a nightmare.
I stepped out of the moonlight, and recited over and over in my mind;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
There was no laughter,
no wales of agony,
no menacing eyes staring at me through the adjacent bush.
The sile
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes by ~MalikPeterson
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
death...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my prob
He's Only A MemoryHe use to be in my reach...He's Only A Memory by ~unforgetablesoul
His smile is something I'll never forget.
I wish I could hold him tight...
But he's only a memory.
I wish he could take away all my pain...
All these tears away...
His warmth is what keeps me safe,
He's the one who could mend my wings.
Broken... dying inside...
Where is my hero?
He use to be in my reach...
His heart I can still hear beating.
I wish I could hold him tight...
But he's only a memory.
Seeds.Holding onto memories of those terrible nights within your grasp is beginning engrave words in your skin and in your thoughts. You can let it all follow around you in the clouds you inhale and the stomach acid you release after those long secluded nights because after all everything is a memory someday.Seeds. by *co0kiem0nstr
Holding onto your deteriorating past denies it the chance to decay and bloom from the remnants that are leftover.
Your hands don't seem quite so soft and your fears not so subtle. They're rising to the surface along with all the other baggage you deny holding because you're terrified to let it out. Its scratching at your skin from the insid
Poem For a Gifted DeviantShe's pretty, fun, nice, and smart,Poem For a Gifted Deviant by ~zelkova20
and really really good at art,
I walk along at random chance,
if only for a passing glance,
natures eyes, and sunlight hair,
along with a heart that's made to care.
this girl I see at the end of the day,
taking all my fear away,
If I told her what she means to me
I really wonder what she'd say.
It's best saved for another day.
To: Mackenzie Miller, The sweetest girl I've ever met, If you've read the poem above, know that these words though few are meant to remind you that you are, the most amazing girl, I've ever met, and I hope you know that, each word of endearment I say to you, is true. You ar
Sweet Sad Girl Of SnowSweet Sad Girl Of Snow by ~dark-anime-joel
So different, So strange,
She's unlike the pack,
Quiet and nerdy,
Scars down her back,
Hand me down clothes,
And shoes that don't fit,
Glasses and braces,
Hair knotted and split,
A world inside books,
Her reason to live,
The kids all around her,
Pains all they give
In real life she's teased,
Bullied and such,
But inside her novels,
She's brave and she's tough,
Then after school,
She makes her way home,
Teased and taunted,
And pushed in the snow,
Her daily depressive,
Her lonely walk home,
She opens the door,
Air smells of smoke,
Beer cans and ashtrays,
She coughs and she chokes,
Her father an alco,
Been drunk since
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