Well, I wrote this sometime last year. Meh here goes.

-Phantom's Name-

My life your nightmare, your nightmare my life
Against secrecy, you still close your eyes
Between the Autumn's moon
and the Winter's Skies
To cruel streams and thick forests
Go commence to the odyssey of my unknown lie

For them, my own little rapture
Silencing Man's imaginary solitude
For mine, their own little sinner
Ending fate of your desire
Hear it now, crying for prayers
My only pleasure existing!

Nocturnally beautiful, the morning's fright
The perfect flaw for the rose
Music, created at the heart of the night
Phantom is the only name I chose
Solitude, my friend and lover

Left me in neverending darkness
I cried for the fault of my company
Sweet curses casted upon me
Don't search for the tormented blood I've shed

You know I dwell within, then no more you shall

Nocturnally beautiful, the morning's fright
The perfect flaw for the rose
Music, created at the heart of the night
Phantom is the only name I chose
Solitude, my friend and lover

My only pleasure existing...
I will be nevermore
Just a perfect flaw
The Phantom of Sorrow's lore


(ready to hear comments, either good or hatred ) I won't mind. =P

Written by [user id=20800] on 15.02.2007 at 15:07

Well, I wrote this sometime last year. Meh here goes.

-(ready to hear comments, either good or hatred ) I won't mind. =P

Then you come to late, coments was in old forum, and all members who coment are not active, so dont wate it so fast


I try coment it in eve

Ok It's been a while I know , but well here I go

Premonition

They believe there's many ways to see what lies ahead,
They say that by looking at the river when the moonlight is shining you will see your life,
They say that if you listen to the rain, you will hear the secrets of infinity,
They believe that if you let the rose dry it will tell you and lead you to your death,
They also say that if you climb the highest mountain on the coldest night of winter in your dream you will feel eternity.

They all believe that there's ways to see that lies ahead,
Yet I have looked at the river while the moonlight was shining so many times, I have listen to the rain for a thousand nights, I have let the last pedal dry and I climb the highest mountains in the coldest night.

I also kissed the moon,
And yet I still don't understand the meaning of my life?

@Icewings: my dear friend, this is one of your best works I've known, it is soo beautiful...

Oh dear yeah, I have to agree with my friend this is lovely Its definitly has to be one of your best works my love I like it a lot

Hi ^^

Red Dawn

Knells are deafened by roaring winds
Ashes bury the blind
Strong voices chant to cold, clear skies
As fires illumine the night

Never again shall deceit dictate
Or hypocrisy rule blind lives
Two horns thrust upward as we defy
And question all your lies

We are the children of the earth
Our era dawns, as we rise
Weaklings are trampled under our hooves
Burning in their demise

Those who remain in the glory of the earth
Come forth as justice is prepared
Those who refuse to yield to death
Forever put an end to prayer

Your lies have perished in our night
An end has come to your Inquisition
The truth now shines with infernal light
From the ashes a new age has risen...

@The alchemist : Thanks my dear I'm glad you like it , your opinion is very important to me ...

@Danigar: you like it really ? aichhh thanks *blushing*


@ Dasyatidae : This is very nice and deep ... I enjoy reading it

my favorite poem is kind of long, but i'll put it on ehre anyways, and i guess the moderators can scold me if they choose : P it's the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by T.S Elliot

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ?
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair?
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin?
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:?
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all?
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all?
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows??

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ? tired ? or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet?and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"?
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor?
And this, and so much more??
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous?
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ? I grow old ?
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.



and not only will i post it, but i'll interpret it as well. it's about this guy who's at a party, hes middle aged and is thinking about life, and as it goes on he starts to pick apart various parts of his life. there is a woman at this party that he is debating talking to. well he debates it some more, about how short life really is, and that you need to take chances because its goen before you know. after all his debating, he loses hsi courage and decides not to talk to her and jsut goes about his way. i see thsi meaning more or less that life is short and you need to take plenty of chances, with great risk comes potential great rewards, andlife is to short not to follow your heart.

My King.

I've stopped between the misty declivities.
The day left behind trouble and fear.
Trough night echoes the cry of the king.

Abandon oneself to the twilight.
Love can't buy on credit.
From this haggard soul,
Who is constructed to wander,
Resound the beauty and the pain.

Let the last cry fall trough hollow trees.
Life, what is no more,
Radiates over alongside transplanted souls.
A gift from the God.

Oh bless me, my king,
Me, who I'm one of the children.
Oh bless me, my king.
Your love rush along the storming springs.
And your soul, shattered by the truth.

My love. My king.
I'm an angel of your stolid heart.
An angel, who's left aside by all of the silent poets.
An angel, who's left aside by the cry of the king.

MHK.
Musical Inspiration: Tiamat-Cain
27.feb.2007

This is the first piece I have written since a slight change of style. Poet's block anyone?

Denied

"Too much frustration
since he first failed in creating
a picture of words, of himself
pure like a young dove
now hurt in the wing
carried far wherever winds blew
until his muse had lost her name

How can't you read the signs of disappointment
written across his face?
framing downcast eyes that see beauty only in the most ordinary of things
and ignore everything else

To feel capable of new creations
even the kind still possible to be
unchained in a language known only to worn artists
blinded painters, deafened musicians
and muted poets such as himself

To open more pages in unfinished stories
that have several chapters missing

Before his muse and he are parted"

This one doesn't have a title .


Molding my soul's frame
Corroded fingers
Match
A corroded brain

Hands down my back
Sensuous observation

Lust is sold cheap
We are not gas stations

The archetype beneath your very skin
Archeologist type but just kin

Cannot reveal the discovery
So give a myth's charm and skin covers me

Pass the time and weave our constellations
Age would grey our creation

I hear the betrayals form my existence
Truth forms against any resistance

Eyes beam red not unlike a lunar eclipse
No , I can't have a kiss .

...

world
the world is to big
the horizon
so far away

I'm forty sizes to small
the atmosphere is breaking me
five hundred bar pressing me down

the world
huge, scary, monstrous
but oh so beautifull

like a maddened beast it descends on me
it's ripping me apart
and making love too the pieces

Ah, some nice ones above.

@ Symbelmyne

A King's heart bleed tonight
tears keep floating of the pillow
my fragile hand lies alone
I miss your touch my dear

A Golden Crown shines in the dark
A Silver hair falls from my head
power and glory have left me
and so have you, my rose

This castle is my graveyard
I am dead inside but I am alive
This land is all I have left
And all is nothing without you

The midnight wind whispers
your name but you are gone
waiting to die I ll keep living
one awful day at a time...

by the time you were falling
mixing your breath with the wind
building my cold tears
we both regretting our mistakes
we both afraid of what to say

stepping on my illusions
i'm walking on this damn path
the wind blows on my face
leaving a tear scar
it will never gonna fade

fly away my dear whisper
get through the darkest feelings
get over my deaf screaming
become my invisible light
wich can crawl to me every night



@untitled poem writing by gothya

I m done listening
to your empty words
I m done swimming
in an ocean of lies

Dare not smile to me
you re a fake!
Dare not breathe again
you fraud!

Are you all just there?
where you re still blond
Are you empty inside?
why I am not surprised!

This is no poem
and I am no witch
This is a curse
be damned you bitch

"From my pain
From my integrity
Cursed
From this day forth
Cursed
From here to eternity"

@she knows who she is
not a MS, not a reader
borrowing stewie's words
Damn you whole, xxxx!

@the voice: lol, i feel...special

Music Like Water on Fire




in the future the human race will not be
at least i can finish work and open a cold beer.
no more cons, money searching middle road robots - bitching on phones
about shit. about fears. pricks,
flesh eaters and squeaking seats.
one for the little pleasures
and the stars that will no longer shine.

Oh Cesca, tonight
I keep inside
A Word to you
A World for you

@Cursed, I warn you: do you wanna end up like Bob?

lies in the name of the prophet

The prayers grow desperate
The innocence lost
The holy has fallen
The mighty have risen
The guns thunder/lies are spoken
Liars are kings
Fools pull the trigger
The boss is preaching
And the innocent die
For lies in the name of the prophet
False reasons
Old truces
Ripped up in the seams

The misled are fighting
The money-crazed monsters
The head is cut off
But the snake is still twitching
The vampires suck
The blood of the land
And puppets struggle on their strings

This is the world
In the eyes of a watcher
Who makes no difference
Who judges blindly
Where he maybe sees to much

_______________

yay! politics fur alles!

Blue Siren

Lost are hopes
Dead are dreams
Frozen my heart
Sentenced my love

To eternal tears
of bloody sorrow
under the norther
wintersun, as I lay dying

As I ask directions
as I know questions
The only answer
I am alone again

Still I see your face
before my sleep
Blue Siren hold me
embrace my soul

Two glowing eyes
Two little hands
covering a mouth
colouring my smile

She is gone for good
She always goes away
At night I pray and scream
Blue Siren come to me

The pass of the dreams

She stands barefoot on the seashore.
Just a light dress covers her blood frosted body.
The woman's eyes are swollen from the weeps.
She found the only reason to cry:
Her Warriors of the Light are lost.

The twilight fades, the dawn bursts into bloom.
But just a moment before the big light
The blind man spread his blanket on the earth.

With the first goddesses,
The peaceful sea draws into white-pink.
The higher raise the gods,
The more violent becomes the cemetery.
Peaceful into the restless,
Ant the waves become fragile.
The higher raises the sun,
The more warriors arise from the graves.
She stands long time
And she waits for them to reach through her.

They have taken their helmets off,
And exposed swords lifted into the skies.
The woman can feel her heart beating,
They are calling her with them.

Oh how she wants to go.
Body, let the soul free.
Fall on the waterless shore and go!
Let the soul walk over the sea, hail your faithful men!

"But where is my sword" claims the woman.
"Whose throat it penetrated last time?
Whose body had my loyal fellow?"

Few steps she takes to the blacken grave.
"Without my sword I can not go.
Without my sword I am not the one, I should be."

Soul! Look over the sea!

And from the distance sounds the melody.
And the proud battle-cry awakes from the chests of the warriors.
Brave little soul, go now!
They are calling you, can't you hear?
Hurry now, run before the twilight.


The soul of hers arises in silence.
Running over the waves she falls into the arms of the army.
And the waves are rushing together into the redemption.

The woman has passed the test.
She has passed the dreams.
She's gone home.

MHK.
Musical Inspiration: Katatonia- July CD 2007

New Days

The day is new
But I still love you,
I dont know why
I dont know how
But dont you worry,
Im still proud
Of what we had
Of what we were
Of what I thought would never burn.

My heart, it aches
It aches for the warmth
Of your arms around me
To hold me tight
'Cause whether you know it or not,
Youll always be a part of my life
Youll always have a part of my heart
That Ill never let go,
Ill never let go
Of the time we were,
The time we were one.
Listen, hun
I guess what Im trying to say
Is no matter what happens
This is a new day

New days
I love you, babe
You gave me hope
You were my antidote.

I have to let you go
We'll never be
But, wouldnt it be fun
If you ran away with me?
I always said Id write you a poem
And this is it,
Its been building up
And now I see
That you were never with me
Over six thousand miles seperated us.

All the times Id wish we'd touched
But it never happened
And probably never will,
But I still love you
I dont know why
I dont know how
But dont you worry,
Im still proud
Of what we had
Of what we were
Of what I see now
Will always burn.

New days
I love you, babe
You gave me hope
You were my antidote

I said Id always love you
And I always will
Youll be my best friend now
Its funny, but I dont know how,
But damn it, I'll try.
Good bye.

New days
I love you, babe
You gave me hope
Youre still my antidote.

Sands of Time(Tears of Time)

Its a silant day in my funeral
And softly wind blows from the sky
Dancing spirits pray for blessed rain
Because of hopes what i deny

Sands of time, thay cry tears of time

Sands of time - thay bury my soul
Sands of time - thay bury my hands
Sands of time - thay bury my hopes
Sands of time - thay bury all

Tears of time - I cry them for my wasted life
Tears of time - I cry them for my memories
Tears of time - I cry them from my heart
Tears of time - I cry them when I die

Summer skies give me a harmony
And I hear a lulaby under watterfall
It give's me energy for eksistence

Autumn leaves fall
And I see unreaceble horizon
Where I will died my hair in coulors of sorrow

White blancked cover my garden
Garden of summer hopes and dreams
And I cant stop it

Songless bird
Singing songs in blue flowers near my grave
Because I found my self under melting ice

Sands of time - thay bury my soul
Sands of time - thay bury my hands
Sands of time - thay bury my hopes
Sands of time - thay bury all

Tears of time - I cry them for my wasted life
Tears of time - I cry hem for my memories
Tears of time - I cry them from my heart
Tears of time - I cry them when I die

Sands of time - thay bury my soul
Sands of time - thay bury my hands
Sands of time - thay bury my hopes
Sands of time - thay bury all

Tears of time - I cry them for my wasted life
Tears of time - I cry hem for my memories
Tears of time - I cry them from my heart
Tears of time - I cry them when I die

Mysteries of life
Take me to unknown
Mysteries of life
Take me closer to dieing
Mysteries of life
Life its only mascarade!

wrote it about a year or two ago

Missing You:

I miss you like the desert miss the rain
Humble as I am, please allow me to explain
I miss you but it all seems to be in vain
We were like two inseparable souls
We were the ones smiling at the worlds
Yet my world ended up with the gates of Troy
Homer was telling my life story at the end of Iliad
Penetrated and violated. A disturbing compromise
All I ever had and will have is sincerely yours
Yet I saw another’s sight in your eyes
You are my becoming, my flawed mistake
Yet affection is all I sustain, however, in vain
I miss you, like Odysseus miss Penelope
I miss you like, the dessert miss the rain

Also would like to share this journal that I wrote:

Oh come unto me my sweet darling, with thy lifeless flesh, possessed by the demons of the night. You are an angel worshiped by the fallen ones, the darkness brought by the light. A flash of hope, but yet thou art shall bring destruction to those who put their blood upon thee; those who seeks thy beauty, condemnation have already found. Thy flesh has been blessed by the holiest of the saints; therefore thy life has been cursed by the worst of the demons. Thou have no wishes or dreams, no love or hate, no pleasure, just pain. The rain can not penetrate through thy skin; the paleness of thy cheek shall represent the emptiness of thy soul. Unto thee my humble soul asks, what is a life if I can not have thy beauty

Heres just a few stuff I did. I've asked other people ther views. Now its your turn. lol.

"Tell Me"

Say Hello Or Goodbye.
Love Me Or Loathe Me.
Need Me Or Want Me.
Destroy Me Or Fix Me.
Leave Me Or Stay With Me.
Remember Me Or Forget Me.
Slain Me Or Spare Me.
Cut Me Or Heal Me.
Say You Love Me Or Don't.
Say Hello Or Goodbye.


"Shadow Walker"

As I Walk With The Shadows.
I Remember My Former Self.
How I Long To Be Again.
My Former Self.

"Untitled"

With The Darkness I Entwine.
I Walk My Path.
Hurting Others And Myself, Along The Way.
Not Knowing How Or Where To Stop.
I Just Want To Embrace Her.


(They are short. I know.)

Two River Solitude

Something deep
Comes from past
Its those lonley memoroes
Where one soul try aprouch ... otherside

Leaves are dancing in the sky
Im try to see but I cant
Just like nobody cant see my plainness
in place where I see two river solitude

I saw it twice
And pain cover my eyes whit ice
Beacuse one soul try o unite
Whit Two River Solitude

hehe