Ok, since I notice there isn't a writer's forums or thread anywhere (I apologize if there is ) I've decided to make one. I appreciate poetry, mostly dark poetry, my favorite author being Edgar Allan Poe. And I also like to write it.
The main purpose of this thread is not only to discuss any type of literary work, but also, to encourage any of you who have written a poem or lyrics to submit it here and we can discuss it or analyze it, or what ever you want. I'm sure there are a lot of good writers out there, so let yourselves be seen.
I'll start by posting two of my favorite poems I've written.
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Incoming light
In darkness my soul resides,
Homing for the path of light,
Admiring from afar,
A shine that might not truly possess.
Wondering adrift,
Through the blood tainted roads of existence,
With only my pressence to tend the wounds,
Wounds triggered by my lonesome self.
On my knees I've seen crimson,
spill from my life giver's arm,
In cries of agony and pain,
Begging for her temple to keep.
Drops of life pounding,
Over the vile soil.
I have seen demons in my image,
I have heard them using my voice,
Until I no longer yearn living,
Until my soul has given up.
All these roads I've walked through,
So short, yet seem so long,
Breathtaking and with spines,
scratching my existence.
Most of these I have forgotten,
So I never slither again,
Into the thorn-filled aisles of my torrid past.
Still, these memories so hunt me,
Feeding on my spirit,
Corroding my thoughs.
Thus the lust for crimson has arisen,
To purge all sanity left in me,
To make me less of what I am,
And more of what I hate.
Yet, I glimpse the light I'm hunting,
Distanced from the stranger I've become.
I stand alone, and wait in vigil
In vigil as it advances,
With my soul in hand she prances.
To deliver it to me,
To turn me into what I used to be,
To satisfy my hunger.
And yet making it grow stronger.
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The curse of an angel
The wings of an angel disseminate
Under the sun they arise and dismantle
They stain in black as they dissipate
And with sore voice vexes his maker
The light in which he once stood fades
Under darkness meets his dismay
His eyes become hollow, no halo to follow
No will to live one more day
His kindom is cold long agony
A road made of bodies, they suffered his fate
With anger he stands, to stare at his land
Revenge, Murder and Hate
Dome of ashes, battles clashes
Fire, crimson, swords, spells
"An army of demons I will create"
"And those with faith I will decimate"
For those who construct the fallen angel
Will live and suffer the consequences
No death will repay this "thing" that they've made
The soul of your people will feed my hunger
At last his reign in blood begins
Black skies, vile and lakes of crimson
In cries and suffering those who have failed
Doom to all who call your name
The beast have risen and soared
To torture the souls of the ones you love
They call you father, but so do I
I am your son , I am the chosen one....
hope you enjoy it
The main purpose of this thread is not only to discuss any type of literary work, but also, to encourage any of you who have written a poem or lyrics to submit it here and we can discuss it or analyze it, or what ever you want. I'm sure there are a lot of good writers out there, so let yourselves be seen.
I'll start by posting two of my favorite poems I've written.
---------------------------------------------------------
Incoming light
In darkness my soul resides,
Homing for the path of light,
Admiring from afar,
A shine that might not truly possess.
Wondering adrift,
Through the blood tainted roads of existence,
With only my pressence to tend the wounds,
Wounds triggered by my lonesome self.
On my knees I've seen crimson,
spill from my life giver's arm,
In cries of agony and pain,
Begging for her temple to keep.
Drops of life pounding,
Over the vile soil.
I have seen demons in my image,
I have heard them using my voice,
Until I no longer yearn living,
Until my soul has given up.
All these roads I've walked through,
So short, yet seem so long,
Breathtaking and with spines,
scratching my existence.
Most of these I have forgotten,
So I never slither again,
Into the thorn-filled aisles of my torrid past.
Still, these memories so hunt me,
Feeding on my spirit,
Corroding my thoughs.
Thus the lust for crimson has arisen,
To purge all sanity left in me,
To make me less of what I am,
And more of what I hate.
Yet, I glimpse the light I'm hunting,
Distanced from the stranger I've become.
I stand alone, and wait in vigil
In vigil as it advances,
With my soul in hand she prances.
To deliver it to me,
To turn me into what I used to be,
To satisfy my hunger.
And yet making it grow stronger.
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The curse of an angel
The wings of an angel disseminate
Under the sun they arise and dismantle
They stain in black as they dissipate
And with sore voice vexes his maker
The light in which he once stood fades
Under darkness meets his dismay
His eyes become hollow, no halo to follow
No will to live one more day
His kindom is cold long agony
A road made of bodies, they suffered his fate
With anger he stands, to stare at his land
Revenge, Murder and Hate
Dome of ashes, battles clashes
Fire, crimson, swords, spells
"An army of demons I will create"
"And those with faith I will decimate"
For those who construct the fallen angel
Will live and suffer the consequences
No death will repay this "thing" that they've made
The soul of your people will feed my hunger
At last his reign in blood begins
Black skies, vile and lakes of crimson
In cries and suffering those who have failed
Doom to all who call your name
The beast have risen and soared
To torture the souls of the ones you love
They call you father, but so do I
I am your son , I am the chosen one....
hope you enjoy it
