more.. more.. more.. poems that is

yes yes it is another poem thread by the one and lonely Shadow well blue blood I was hoping that you could shower me with more of your beautiful poetry??
Shadow

To Krissy (one of my own writings)

to you.I'll hand this bouquet of stars.
(now they are yours)
you are so gorgeous.so beautiful.(with or without scars)
I wish I could replace this destiny.
(one that would have us so far apart)
for even half of a minute's borrowed moment.
before the cracks bend and break my heart.
to you.I'll whisper this greiving wish.
(I want to hold you)
close like a kiss.close as close gets.
(close like you've fallen into me)
and you..........
pretty like snowflakes.your skin the color of clouds.
your eyes reflecting sparkles.(the moonlit lake is jelouse)
lushious.your lips.soft as silk stole from a sinners soul.
(this piece that makes me whole)
supplied as perfect.(as is).I cannot forget.
an image as mesmorizing as the nightsky.
every curve crafted flawless.
even the rose written realm your cheek indents.
I am startled.not worthy.........(who could ever be)
and to you.I'll offer myself.
(I have nothing more to give)
for a single day, I have a single purpose.
to see you smile.(that is why I live)

A Modern Discourse

Plastic, illusionary
I see your being
Your essence
Your countenance
Burned in ink
Regressing from
The bastard dawn
Of others’ senses

I am yours in life
I am nothing in death
Unless I sign the back
Then I am something
To somebody
And part of me
Will live on
In the absence of purpose

The absence of myself
This is
I am rife with conjecture
And I feel that
I am somewhere I am
Not, already. Again
I postulate that
In the wake of demise
I shall be less that I am
Now

You see, I’m borne of nothing
And I see only
The digression from
Life that I saw during our
First copulation
And know you are
Intransigent
But you are, also,
The qualm which I
Base the impetus for
Existence upon

You are my white dove
My black raven
And I know you better
Than I know myself
But still
You stamp the plastic
And retire to your
Cubicle
Where you file
And categorize me
Where I know
I shall be numbered
Branded as a UCP
Rather than live
As I am
As a man

The deadly embrace,
The bliss of the knife's edge.
The flashing dark lips,
awash in crimson triumph.
Tortured and delectable,
The release from mortal life.
The dance of blades,
Swift and exquisite,
The pain that brings pleasures,
Heralds the ecstatic scream,
Ultimate, perpetual victory.
All are under Slaanesh's dominion,
Our Lord and Darkling Lover.

Thats from My thread in the other section.

Hate Me

Hate me because I’m different

Hate me because I’m smart

Hate me because I’m addicted

Hate me because I’m alone

Hate me because I’m artistic

Love me when I’m gone

Pzychotic Art 04’

Keep Them Comein Blueblood I Love All Of Your Work
Shadow

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my arm
it cuts it swift and beautiful
im numb from the blood
numb from the pain
too numb to realize whats happening
one cut follows another
and another
until i cant stop
tears fall down my cheeks
blood runs down my arm
im so ashamed, for god
what have i done

Yet another song/poemy thing. It's called Triptychs of Tragedy.


It all falls down
around me in slow motion.
This triptych of tragedy
now get lost in fragments of canvas
and colours that bleed
like hearts, lost on the pavement.
And nothing hurts more
than this ownership.

Can you say goodbye now?

Nothing but everything's lost
In this triptych of tragedy
Picture frames fall off the walls
And shattering shards
Embed in broken hearts -
Nothing but everything's lost.

What happened to the days
if walls were grey and black
we would go mad.
Is this what it takes
to fall from so high that
we can't even take a breath now
our broken bodies lie in rain
and smile at the empty sky and walls .

It's all grey and black and we can't speak now!

Nothing but everything's lost
In this triptych of tragedy
Picture frames fall off the walls
And shattering shards
Embed in broken hearts -
Nothing but everything's lost.