Right, so since everyone else feels free to post their works, I'm posting mine now . I'll generally post more when I write it, SO -- here goes


Intoxication
The breath from your lungs
“Breathe,” you say
Every breath I take
Kills me a little more
Sweet death
You love my morbid thoughts
“Breathe.”
Cold hands
Empty eyes
“Breathe and die.”
Shuddering in the absense of your love
You kill me with your presence
I long to feel pain
To feel hate
To feel...anything
“Breathe.”
Don’t you love me?
“I love your death.”
Stand upon the dark and frozen lake
Glass breaks, and I fall
Numb
So numb it’s warm
Stare through the frosty glass
You grin
“Breathe.”
Breathe deep
The welcoming embrace of death


A lonely child neglected
A world full of pain
Imaginary concepts
Another world for the games

Light flickers from the child’s eyes
A faerie lingering, just past sight?
Gold tipped wings; half bird, half lion
Roams throughout the night

A world for a child’s games
A doctor for the other
Speak to me, you darling child
Stop worrying your mother

Sweet sighs skip through the parted lips
Pure white and shining horn
Ignore the doctor, let him frown
Gallop past on the unicorn

Leave me to my world of peace
To elvish friends; green face and hair
Mum and Da are fine right now
Leave me to those I know will care...

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Right, more coming later!

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I can't get into your work...Just does nothing for me

`breathe and die' was very good...look forward to reading your other stuff.

Ah! Found my thread. Another comes! And it's a song

Mendicant of a Lost Day

Verse 1:
My soulmate
My enemy
A lover in disguise
Hatred’s missing remedy

Verse 2:
Look over and snear
Such disgust rendered
At the sight of a
Mendicant, a chagrined liar

Chorus:
Another speaks, incomprehensive flow
Of emotionless thoughts and corruptions
Ask me a question so I can
Conform the answer and ebb disruptions

Verse 3:
Stare and squirm
A freak in your view, no longer sheltered
A lie given a name
Opponent challenged and faultered

Verse 4:
Understanding sprouts
Only to be extinguished
Sypathizing for a moment
Quailled to keep me indistinguished

Chorus:
Another speaks, incomprehensive flow
Of emotionless thoughts and corruptions
Ask me a question so I can
Conform the answer and ebb disruptions

Bridge X 3:
Hate me, conform me
Love the conformity
Destroy me, laugh at me
Appreciating slavery

Background vocals (behind bridge 2 &3):
Nunquam animaduerto verum in poena
Nunquam cogito specto
Nunquam sentio verum in poena
Nunquam fueram potestas

(Decrescendos out)

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I need Latin help!! Please!!

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I know, I know, double posting is bad. I can't help it! Must... post... (or maybe I'm just bumping my thread a bit )

"Blood in the Snow"

You are the soul I seek
You are my salvation
As beautiful as new-fallen snow
Subliminally, you call to me

Where did you come from, where did you go?
So lost without you
Follow me to the land where time stands still
Where we can both live in the glance we shared

Peace, love, life, perfection
Bask in your own innocence while I drown in my sin
Death, destruction, pain, deflection
I’d die for a stranger on the street, my desire

Your eyes stare into my soul
Piercing and cleansing, yet hateful
God loves the sinner but hates the sin
I am the sin you see, an object of despise

You are the heavenly afterlife that all pine for
I am destruction and pain in the human form
Stone me, rid yourselves of evil
Murder is the perfect way to dispose of the fallen

It’s never a sin to rid yourselves of evil...

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"Parody of Society" (which may be a bit dark for this site... There are some young'uns here )

Reflection
Just another face in the mirror
Another empty soul to roam the world
Lost
A crimson giggle
Tears fall red
Smash the mirror
Where’s my face?
Destroyed
Make room for new souls
Yours is old and used
There’s another version now
Newer
Better
Just as flawed but
More carefully disguised
Another lie for your world of masks
Of fakes
That model?
Just another self-concious body
How much surgery before I’m perfect?
One
Too much
Fuck off
Pack some makeup and send me off
Another fat camp
Lose some weight, you’re 93 pounds
Fattie
Oh god, you still eat?
What’s wrong, no diet?
Christ, you’ll never fit into the negative sizes!
Go throw up
It works wonderfully
There now, all better
See the mirror?
Be more beautiful
Fit into society as another anorexic model
No worries if you pass out
It’s natural
It means you’re pretty
You fit into my crowd of faces, now
So pretty... Just like the rest...

Fuck
Another pretty face?
Just like you?
I have to end this
I’ll fix my own mess
Suicide seems right
I don’t need you
You can’t help me now
I’ve flooded the floor
Mind the broken glass

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Also, I'm trying to decide whether or not I should put up my short story... Yes, no, yes, no... You help me decide

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wow, I really like your stuff. The first two posted were fantastic to me. they have a very original feeling to it. and that last one, just whoa...very powerful. I say to go ahead and post your short story. I've read quite a few on here, and it's a good place to bounce ideas, and get feedback.

Thank you so much! I was rereading Parody of Society, and I just realized how much the end was influenced by the Everybody's Fool video . Anyways, my short story

“A Night Like Any Other” (As in, A Title with No Originality)

It was a night like any other; cold and drab, clouds hanging menacingly low in the near-black sky. I sat in the second-story window belonging to my bedroom, staring out and waiting, daring a raindrop to disturb my peace. I blinked and smiled as the wind fluttered back my raven hair, framing my ebony face with a look of pure serenity. Beauty filled the air as lightning struck some miles away, along the dark giants of the forest growth. Mummy and Papa were still away, drinking and dancing ‘til their faces turned peachy from exertion. They wouldn’t be back tonight, but rather when they were through with their night of ecstasy; when they’d come back to face their problems, their responsibilities. Back to face the being that had darkened their lives for 14-and-some years.

Thunder roared across the sky as rain pelted the ground, icy and abusive. I slid from my windowsill to the hard wood of the floor, crouching there as I pictured Mummy’s face when she saw the old chain swing that hung from my favorite oak tree, Daddy’s disappointed expression as he remembered who they had raised. Something dark and forsaken, belonging to another world full of lies and misconceptions. I knew what I was to them, I always had.

I glanced at the scars lacing my right arm, glowing in the light of too many candles to count, as I traced the thicker, fresher ones. Mummy would laugh, if she knew. Daddy would go back to reading his newspaper, but not before nodding toward his wife, never without that. Mummy needed the go-ahead before she allowed herself that psychotic smile, that glint of mania in her eyes, to sharpen a slap across my face. It always stung worse when he grinned at the resounding echo.

But now they were gone, mere shadows, for the night. Silently I crept out of the room, down the padded stairs, and into the extravagant kitchen. My bedroom had once been the nanny’s room, back when houses had nannies to clean up after their residents. It was small, with a slanted ceiling, but it fit me, as I was small myself, with little purpose other than to serve those in charge and stay out of sight whenever possible.

I breathed deep, collecting my courage, and reached up to the cabinet above the sink where mummy kept her headache medicine. There it was—a thin, silver necklace with a dragon dangling off it. My breath caught as I reached, reached—stretching toward my sole treasured possession. Thunder broke through the front door, raising a scream in my throat which I quickly swallowed back down. No, no, what if she sees? I can’t do this. Slamming the cupboard I backed away, eyes wide as the necklace called to me, tempting me again… I fled for fear of myself; back up the stairs to lean against my bedroom door, gasping for air as the rain pounded above my head, unrelenting. Not even Seira’s gift could protect me from my mother.

I floated to my window once again, hand plastered to the glass. If only, if only, I was as free as the wind, playing through the flashy bullets of water streaming down. I shivered as a bolt of lightning split the sky, wondering what it would feel like to be out there. Suddenly, to my surprise, I was—the window reopened and me standing on the slightly-tipping roof outside it. I raised my arms to the sky, offering a sacrifice to any God willing to accept it. But nothing came, no lighted path or stinging fury. I sighed and lowered myself to the tiles beneath me. The rain massaged my back and I smiled faintly, remembering Seira’s last words.

“Don’t ever give up, Tilly; don’t ever let them break you. You ain’t a slave, and you ain’t a doll. You teach them that you’re better. You decide who you wanna be.” I’d hugged her at the time, believing her passionate words. They were filled with such raw energy that no doubt had crossed my mind as she’d slipped the dragon around my neck, fastening it with a satisfied smile. “This is yours now. It ain’t about to do me no good if you ain’t there to help it.”

But then she’d broken, allowed herself to show what she was feeling. “I’ll miss you, Tilly. Don’t you ever go forgetting me, you hear? Else wise I’ll come back to haunt you from the heavens. And I won’t be no guardian angel then; no, I’ll just be another soul botherin’ your own.” I’d hugged her, tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at the pristine tiles of the hospital floor. I knew this was my fault; Seira would never have been here if my dependence on her hadn’t stressed her heart so much. Fate couldn’t allow me to love anyone. I’d always been a black rose in its garden of pure, faithful souls.

I found myself standing at the peak of the roof, gazing over the acres of land in our backyard. Far away I could see a road, buzzing as the headlights of a dozen cars flew over it, quick with their busy nature. Rain pounded on my skull, creating a dull throb that flourished as icy wind bit into my eyes. I edged toward the tip of the roof, wondering how far away the ground was. It seemed close, but were my eyes deceiving me? Perhaps things always seem this way, small enough to challenge but not to squelch doubt. Queasiness spread through me as fear fueled my growing doubt. No, I was not free this way. Nothing good ever came from surliness. Turning, I slid back down the tiles to my open window and crawled inside. Doubt could be questioned another day.

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omg...*tears*...that was absolutely amazing. wow, it was so painful, and the images were so vivid. God...I can't stress how amazing that was. I have no more words that I can think of to say. Just...love it. oh wow...

*beams*

*pokes ego with pointy stick*

You're much too kind

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omg! i agree with axes...so beautiful and so sad- your story is sooo good, thanks for posting it, and i loved your poems, `parody of society' is sooo good, and i loved that line in `blood in the snow', `god loves the sinner but not the sin' and also love your q.s, `where did you come from, where did you go?'- that was so powerful, in fact the whole poem made me stop and drift off with my thoughts about what you were saying...the only criticism i would make, is that it is a bit black and white, in the sense that one is an earth version of an angel, while the other is depicted as the devil's advocate...