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Post by soulfir3 on Sept 29, 2006 16:04:41 GMT -6
under the touch of reaper's gaze
mortal stopped, barely breathing
from the poisonous haze
each translucent vein
seeped deep within
slowly strangling the life force
red blood flowed
and blessed the skin
out over the floor,
where upon the devil of damnation
silently stepped in
his imprint within the blood
seeking his own salvation
as he fed upon freshly slayed cud
each thorny finger
trailing his latest victim
like an unsolved maze
eyes dark slate and embered red
too his morbid followers
he offers what all remains, left
hollow screams of desire and rage
as each picks callously
from corpse's barely fleshed rib cage
chortles of darkness
fill the air..
as the other mortals retreat
as the demons escape the lair |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2006 20:11:48 GMT -6
Sound of racous cheering and whistling from the cheap seats of the balcony... *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* The reading of this shivered me timbers it did... Made me want to back into a corner, so I could see all the angles and shadows of shades about me...*Shivers*...Still shaking...WALLBANGER OF A POEM! Question: Got more? ggglgggl...They don't call me the slavedriver for nuthin', sweets...*t-he* Sabrina  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 9, 2006 2:51:11 GMT -6
More to follow for sure, it is finding a pen that works as often as I need them.
Glad you found this one to your liking. x Soul
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Post by rrw on Oct 12, 2006 7:53:54 GMT -6
Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery chilling and well penned!
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 16, 2006 22:31:54 GMT -6
thank you rrw
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Post by dawness on Oct 17, 2006 10:15:42 GMT -6
compellingly brooding, yes!  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 3:31:20 GMT -6
with his fingers so long and fine
his nails, become like serpents
and slide under skin, of mine
his veins bled, insipid and red
where upon his poison,
so bitter, it left my mouth
almost watering, with desire
too be more satisfied
with something more deeply nurturing
then this night time meal
of soul and flesh, I was so readily fed
his eyes, are like coal
glinting without shadows..
cold and mean..
drawing but the last, ever panting breath
one last count of the pulse
one last taste of the blood,
which holds my living, inside this brooding fate
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Post by anirbas on Oct 21, 2006 23:33:14 GMT -6
Darkling, unto me, you come, again... To warn of a future most dire... Even as you draw me to you... Whisper with clotted breath what you're going to do to me... Into the shell of my ear... Sending sentinel shivers ravaging and rivening, through my mind and down my tingling spine... Whisper...Whisper...Whisper... of my joyful if sad death in your arms at the whim and will of your vitriolic charms... I welcome the audacious frankness of your confidence, Darling Darking, in your ability to shatter that which has already been shattered...Bite the satin skin of this neck...Ground glass shall flow from these veins and rip your pale, cold lips to a nice shade of blooming vermillion... Nir. *ggglgggl...just a little something niroffbeat for your thread, sweets...hope it teases a smile from your lips...but, not blood...ggglgggl...* *"he won't break my mind"* line from a Ciara song.  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 22, 2006 20:25:11 GMT -6
nir, thank you for your own brilliant words, amongst mine. Wonderful to read you, as always. Soul
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Post by anirbas on Oct 22, 2006 21:26:31 GMT -6
your welcome, sweets...just wanted to cheer you up taking a different tack with the subject...and thank you, as well...take care, Soul. Sabrina
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Post by dawness on Oct 25, 2006 3:55:29 GMT -6
is there some spot of light
steaming inside that black interior
of your heart, darkling?
if so, in times when you exhale the fire
of gauntlet boiling madness in heat of
terror thrice spawned,
when does that pure
drop of light
glimmer for the jedi part
of you to
chime?
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Post by anirbas on Oct 25, 2006 5:31:02 GMT -6
DG....You've been inserting the word jedi, in a couple of poems the past few days...
Did you just watch Star Wars? ggglgggl...Love your poem, sweets...Gems you always spin...
Nir Vader...LOL...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 30, 2006 18:23:42 GMT -6
that speck of light you saw ~
was the dissolving,
of what was left of my soul
into the shadows,
hidden away
it is under the veil of life
upon the innocent,
I shall prey
their flesh is yielding
and firm to hold
warm under breath,
it is their heart beat
I shall forsake..
twisted and bent
that shaft of light
you saw, dimly shine
was the glint of my eyes
staring not quite, focused
into the soul-less one
a mirrored image
of this darkling's plight ~ |
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