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Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.

He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.

It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.

He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.

The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.

The tale of the man who

Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.

Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.

To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.

Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let

CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my

Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly

Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the

Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should

Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your

Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through

Your skin, for it is not wh

The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.

It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.

She had lost a shoe

Like Cinderella

Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.

Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.

I looked at her
fascinated

I loved her...

Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha

Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from

My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead

And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely

Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,

I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you

Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making

You tower over with guilt&he

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of death

L'Ankou des pluies

La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.

House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned

The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r

Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port

No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.

All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
are awake.

Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.

Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.

How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,

MirrorTake one look at yourself,
"What are you?"

The figure remains motionless,
Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,
Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,
Hands finally moving at lightning speed,
Palms colliding with the fragile barrier.

"What are you!?"

A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,
Laughter resonates from within,
Sick and disturbing and wicked,
Fear begins to invade your mind,
As your body trembles along with it.

The glass is cracking,
Shiny shards scatter across the floor,
Crimson liquid oozes out,
Soaking into everything.

"Stop it! That’s enough!"

'Only you can stop it,
But will you?'

The sealed room continues to fill,
With no

~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"

hauntedbranches grew from her mouth
outstretched like a child's fingers
tapping away at my window
like
little
birds
beaks
i am not supposed to talk to her,
the woman in the trees
she likes girls like me
small
frail
unhappy
unhealthy
i don't talk, but she does
you should smile more,
such a pretty girl
such
bright
blue
eyes
i can hear her breathing
fogging up the glass
like dirty smoke;
i feel her stares.

MonstersVampires have no hearts,
But zombies have no brains;
One to love, one to plot without pain.
Ghosts have no bodies,
But werewolves have two;
Both can haunt by the silver moon.
Experiments with patched together souls,
But two in one body don't make one whole.
Mad scientists they truly are.
All with something lost, and some with too much gained,
With no peace in Death
they hath lain.

Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bones
Feeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill alone
No sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it is
Oh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizz

With the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me front
The frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the hunt
Icy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurl
Feeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.

Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my home
Sees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bones
His winter’s all about me,

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Tired and transient thoughts,
floating through
the effervescent ether.
Elasticity of the mind,
a rubber band,
malleable
and
misshapen.
Bending to the whim
of the vapors.
Like a wave of emotion
surging through the stream,
of conscience and
force of
will.
Swim hard,
use the stones
of cascading mind
and body
to fly.

Exit now?

exit not to be real
here to exit
stay not, but enter
exit but do not exit
do not exit but exit
enter nothing
exit everything
entrance to reality
escape the dream
dream the escape
FLEE!
away or towards?
exit fear
enter nothing.

Because I Can

Flesh and sinew criss-crossed in the haze,
your face is blurred,
the cracks confused for wrinkles,
shatter.

Three on the side and one on the out,
twirling and twisting shards,
skewing each and every reflection anew,
&

Curtain's End

Black rose,
Crescendos of twilight
Pass by mine eyes.

Grey soil,
Luminous visions
Crawl through mine ears.

White roots,
Extravagant feelings
Leave mine silver tongue.

Incandescent sky,
Words of wisdom
Wrack mine nerves.

Sin Celerity

The kindest heart,
Built on a bed of flowers.
The heavens did they part,
Cloudy days wrested by the powers.

And thus your face,
Beauty wrought with grace.
Brought shining light,
Disturbing one souls silent plight.

Ever falling,
Always calling.
Voice uplifting,
Mind shifting.
Soft endearment,
Bringing tear-ment.
Flight takes place,
Ground shaking.
Everlasting.

The sun outshone,
Retreat it did.
The night overgrown,
As shadow made it's bid.

Tendrils of fate,
Slowing the already shortened rate.
Face growing dim,
With a sense of longing did thrice eyes brim.

Ever falling,
Always calling.
Voice uplifting,
Mind shifting.

Mortar

Drastic clash
Climactic ash.
The beast unleashed, from above it took
The life woven, hidden from prying eyes
Inside the darkness, concealed from books
Blast from past, shred our future.

Hidden knowledge
Forbidden pledge.
Dead light, become our blight
Quake the world, wake the minds
Educate us, in the ways of truth
Break this taboo, and release.

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by ~Blue-Strife, Apr 21, 2007, 11:51:00 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Cue

A dream of a dream,
        Quiet vibrato resounding through the halls;
Musical air silencing the silent dark,
        Resolute was the sound made by the orchestra of eventide.

Black baton whipping to and fro,
        The black path making way for mettle;
Crescendos of sickeningly silver grace follow,
        Which preceded the pastel yet macabre digits.

Grasping at the design,
        Shadowed fingers clinging to the intricacies;
Amazement being found in the dance of desire and death,
        Waltz of rot--yet a tango of temptation.

Stood stock still at the podium was the conductor,
        Cacophony forged through delicate fingertips,
Slow but sure--the dream of a dream of a nightmare began,
        The curtain rose as gasps and howls filled the hall.

Morbidity found in the scene,
        Some smiled grimly--some cried,
Some wept silently--some grinned,
        Yet all the same the hands did meet.

A nightmare of a dream,
        Distorted breezes of sound froze in disbelief,
The task was set forth--and had been done,
        Distorted breezes of sound froze in disbelief.

Cueby ~Blue-Strife

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

In light of recent events, my mind's been somewhat at a crossroad. Just need something to take my mind off some things--thus I give you Cue. Mildly based on something, I guess.

Comments much appreciated.

~pieconspiracy Mar 29, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Now that I get it, it's very well executed. You have talent~ (and I wish I could put words together to make a more meaningful comment)

~Blue-Strife Mar 29, 2010

Thank you.

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~Duo-Galanodel Apr 23, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

Knowing of said recent events I can't help but say that I understand. This pulled some feelings from me, even though I'm really quite tired. It is well put together, and the style you used to write it looks good. I like it overall, and I'm debating with myself if I can look for anything wrong with it, or if I should go to sleep and deliberate on it more when I wake up. O.o Blue, keep you the work, and keep your spirits up as well. I'll talk to you later.

~Blue-Strife Apr 23, 2007

Eh 'least someone commented finally.

Thanks.

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