Dark Prince lives. LOL How is this.?

"nihil verum nisi mors"


translation, "the only truth is the finality of death"








Through blaze orange skies,


endless springtime chills.


I really can't just hide inside,


my broken, shattered mind.





Children of the empty cross,


the fear the wrath of angels.


The sun, the moon, play vicious games,


watch them bleed then watch them die.





Life, it starts to fade away,


the moment you are born.


not afraid, no more fear,


No more boring pain.





A bloodred light, black horizin,


you will die...I'll live again.


Seven seals all been broke,


Seven angels in hatred crawl.





Am i a devil, in your eyes,


my face lost in your eyes.


Now you are gone for good,


from the stars til the darkest night.

Dark Prince lives. LOL How is this.?
Hi DP! Cogito ergo sum





You do not want to hear what I have to say.





You are a genius with words and a natural poet. One thing you're missing, but life is a process, and that is this. You are totally focused on yourself, your problems, your poetry, your world. A lot of people believe that once you have dealt with your own problems, and worked most of them out, you can take the next step and try to reach out to others. Right now, you're doing all the talking. You ask for answers to your questions, but you, at least on the surface, appear unchanged. I do not believe you want constructive criticism. You want affirmation of your worth as an individual, and I don't blame you for this: I need it too. I'm guilty! But look at yourself: indulging once again in yourself in your self-pity and raging at life and raging at the world, as Wm. Faulkner wrote,





"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,


Creeps in this petty pace from day to day


To the last syllable of recorded time,


And all our yesterdays have lighted fools


The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!


Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player


That struts and frets his hour upon the stage


And then is heard no more: it is a tale


Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,


Signifying nothing."





If this is all you're capable of right now, then I commend you, I praise you, you are a hero to me, because you are a fighter, and this is how far you've gotten.





But you are capable of so much more. But you are in so much pain that you can't think of much else. But like I told you - I've been there, done that - 3 mental hospitals, 15 doctors, 30 different medications - lithium - dalmane - prozac - you name it - I took it - 22 years - a divorce - bankruptcy - $100,000 in medical bills - unable to hold down a job - unable to work - attempted suicide multiple times - almost succeeded. You're not the only one dealing with pain. But you are, nevertheless, totally immersed in yourself. And this is normal and OK. You are OK with me. I like you; I commend you, more. I call you a friend.





You are not the only one in pain, but I cannot objectively measure or quantify the subjective reality of pain, so I cannot judge you. Yet, you are immersed in the cocoon of your own pain. If you ever can see outside of it, you will realize the meaning of your life will only be found when you realize that other people are in pain too, and you are not the center of the universe, merely one person of many millions and billions in pain.





Reach out, my friend, reach out. This is your answer; this is your escape. But you don't want to. You are addicted to the morphine of your self-pity, grand-standing before all the world, and acting the child, the fool, Faulkner's "idiot".





You are none of these things!! But "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." You have been warned. Now the ball is in your court. I love you, my friend. I love you very much. You are my star child.





star child


so far away alone


standing on the edge of the universe


you can't be reached


you can't be played


you can’t be preached


you've traveled so far


you are the only one


you think





the earth lies in wait


your virgin touch


your imagination and faith to burst forth


soon you will emerge


from the cocoon of your pain


alone inside, you will find the way


if you can


and you can


only if you will





my prayer is not for you


though i love you


my prayer is for


the idea of you


who you alone were meant to be





you are one of us forever


come, come near


one of the holy ever dear


you are the lost unknown and unimagined


as of yet


find peace


in a still moment passing





and the universe will dare you


though it has scared you


in your secret/ secret now untied


tell your story star child


you will not happen again





and i love you as you never know


and i pray for you


to pray for me once too


for how do you think it is


i know you so?


i too was once


star child
Reply:Hi there





This poem unfortunately has a real sense of hopelessness about it.





When I read it I feel despair for the Author.





When I read it I feel sad, sad that there is no hope for those that die with out faith and belief.





Is there happiness in knowing that you will live again.





Is there Happiness knowing the seven seals are being broken.





Is there happiness knowing that there are so many who do not know and understand about the seven seals, and living again.





No only a sense of hopelessness








Maybe you could give us one that is a bit more uplifting next time round.........Thanks...........





...............Cheers.................
Reply:ok the poem is just ok to me as far as the dark arts lmao ok jeez no wonder i stopped commenting on these things. And countess Bathory your true love a sick serial killer from like the 1800's who thought bathing in the blood of virgins would keep her looking young you really think she died too young? They sealed her up in a tower in her home because she had issues


I'm sorry but curses do not work
Reply:Interesting but I have heard that before somewhere?





An album cover maybe?





This should depress me and weird me out, but it only means something to those who feel it, yes?


For I do not feel anything from this as it lacks something? Did that something just crawl away and die? And was it left to fester into shallow stagnate pits of pityness.
Reply:OK, but its a bit puny for a spell isn't darlingk?





I have been cursed by far much worse than this.
Reply:Don't know why... It made me think of this: http://bernardcornwell.net/index.cfm?pag...











Happy whatever it is you do.
Reply:For some reason this sounds very much like you have just cast a spell on someone.





Good
Reply:OK! :)

shoe buckles

Imagery poem?

i need a poem for class and i found this one can you tell me if there is imagery in it because i think there is but not completely sure





Without Jews, no Jewish God.


If, God forbid, we should quit


this world, Your poor tent's light


would out.


Abraham knew You in a cloud:


since then, You are the flame


of our face, the rays


our eyes blaze,


our likeness


whom we formed:


in every land and town


a stranger.


Shattered Jewish skulls,


shards of the divine,


smashed, shamed pots--


there were Your light-bearing vessels,


Your tangibles,


Your portents of miracle!


Now count these heads


by the millions of the dead.


Around You the stars go dark.


Our memory of You, obscured.


Soon Your reign will close.


Where Jews sowed,


a scorched waste.


Dews weep


on dead grass,


The dream raped,


reality raped,


both blotted out.


Whole congregations sleep,


the babies, the women,


the young, the old.


Even Your pillars, Your rocks,


the tribe of Your saints,


sleep their dead


eternal sleep

Imagery poem?
YES;;;one of the points is ;;;; rocks SLEEPING;;God bless you real GOOD ;;//;;A---MEN

Its a bit late, but here's a poem I wrote for Bonfire Night - what thinks you?

Bonfire Night



Smell this smoke that is my breath

Feel the flame that is my blood

Taste this heat that is my heart

Feed my hunger with your wood



Touch the ash that is my spit

Hear my fingers scrape the sky

Let my blaze fuse your face

See my tongue tease poor Guy



(Look now how I make him sigh

Make him cry, make him fry

Chase the devil from his eye

He is mine and he shall die!)



Screech your rockets to the stars

Crack your candles, spin your wheels

Breathe my colour, drink my vapour

Now you know how burning feels



Watch me dance and wave and sing

And remember oh remember

How I roared and soared and scorched

Before I sleep within my ember.

Its a bit late, but here's a poem I wrote for Bonfire Night - what thinks you?
Dang i became your fan last time with your one poem about the dead lady. But now i might be one of your biggest fans! You should really consider writing these down and submitting them into contest and things like that!!!
Reply:I think you have a lot of talent here.You spoke from the fires point of view.I could just image the fire talking to me.Continue writing poetry.You have style.I enjoyed this poem very much.

Ladybug
Reply:Not bad, drolls on a little bit however, nice safe emotion, non-risky which is a downer I have to admit, overall well done.

lips

Here are a few small poems of mine, please comment?

what do you think of them?





Black Moon





A blackened moon once was a relic


shon down a gleaming charm on silver lined sky


her years of glory, eclipsing, rotating, waiting


though shortening, shattering, soon to die.











Hypnotized





Fixated by charm


mesmerized within


pretty azure eyes


you got me dreamin’











Play me





Like a instrument


My heart pounds out a rhythm,


Pluck on my heartstrings


And ill play you a song,


Damage my heart


You’ve already won,


No more pain can I feel


As the pain is undone,


No more will I open


My heart for another,


Mistakes I’ve learnt to accept


My feelings for you,


I will never forget.











The Moon





Luminous moon


Enlighten the night


Twinkling stars


Glowing with light


Behind is the sun


Keeping it bright


Shining in darkness


It blazes alight.

Here are a few small poems of mine, please comment?
These are all pretty good! I like them.
Reply:i like the poems you have on the website. is it just your stuff, or can i get on there to? Report It

Reply:Let me preface this by stating that I am not a writer nor a literary academic, so my opinions are to be taken with a grain of salt.





Black Moon: "shon down a gleaming charm on silver lined sky" - I wouldn't use both 'shone' and 'gleaming' in the same line. Your poems are concise and therefore every word should be necessary. These two kind of make each other redundant.





Hypnotized: again, the second line kind of feels like filler.





Play Me: I think it would help the rhythm if you condensed the last two lines to one line with a similar meter to the previous line.





The Moon: I like this one as it is. I particularly like the astronomical truth of "Behind is the sun; Keeping it bright".
Reply:I disagree. Not all are as good. The Black Moon is too marvelous compared to the other three. This is a poem full of various dramatic shades and tones that capture the figurative fate of the moon. It reminds me of classical poetry chanted during Ancient Times to Diana and Artemis.





Hypnotized has a different flavor altogether. It has a structure and style that parallels a haiku. However, it has a very cliched and anti-climactic ending. Maybe you could work on that. Play me is not as good. But I do think it can be reworked to become a good bard song. As for the last one, I think it is simply too literal - it gives nothing but what you read on the surface. Not something a poem should be.





1 out of 4. Don't worry, the brilliant first poem eclipsed the shortcomings of the other three. What this shows is that you do have the flexibility to write with different styles. But I dare say, stick to the first one. It's the best I've read from you so far.





"With the rising curtains,


I hear the silence --


of roaring thunder


and broken darkness..."

Poem about helping others?

how does this poem deal with helping others? i have to write an essay and i got this poem and another passage. i don't see how it helps people! please help





THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn


In the place of their self-content;


There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,


In a fellowless firmament;


There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths


Where highways never ran-


But let me live by the side of the road


And be a friend to man.





Let me live in a house by the side of the road


Where the race of men go by-


The men who are good and the men who are bad,


As good and as bad as I.


I would not sit in the scorner's seat


Nor hurl the cynic's ban-


Let me live in a house by the side of the road


And be a friend to man.





I see from my house by the side of the road


By the side of the highway of life,


The men who press with the ardor of hope,


The men who are faint with the strife,


But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,

Poem about helping others?
Look at the repeated line "And be a friend to man."


While subject to various interpretations, being a friend would include helping others.


And this helpful stance is quite in opposition to others he mentions who are not so friendly: "hermit souls that are withdrawn," or "souls like stars, who dwell apart."


There are all sorts of ways one can be a friend, depending what the needs of a person are. Identifying those needs is a part of helping others. The poem doesn't specify a certain type of help, but the poem is about helping.

shoe lasts

Whast this song?

whats the name of this song?











The faint blaze of the candle


of my life slowly dying


like a fire in the pouring rain.


No sparks of hope inside,


no shooting stars on my sky.


on broken wings, no flying high.





Another night, another demise,


Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice.


I`ll let the wind blow out the light,


'Cuz it gets more painful Every Time I die.





Out of strength to fight,


I cannot take another night.


I cannot take it no more,


Lust of light slips through my fingers.


Like blood drips off my arms,


Black candle wax has buried me.





Another night, another demise,


Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice,


I`ll let the wind blow out the light,


'Cuz it gets more painful everytime I die.

Whast this song?
Everytime I Die (Children Of Bodom)
Reply:don't know sorry
Reply:A HAPPY SPRING DAY by frank sinatra
Reply:oops i forgot

A small poem "The Moon"?

Its a few weeks old but do you like?





Luminous moon


Enlighten the night


Twinkling stars


Glowing with light


Behind is the sun


Keeping it bright


Shining in darkness


It blazes alight.





http://poetrysamateur.wordpress.com/

A small poem "The Moon"?
I like the intermittent rhyming scheme. I like the words used.


For me, it has this childishly cute feel to it. It's like one of those catchy rhymes that parents would tell their kids at a campfire and would get passed on. It's simplistic but that only helps its image and might have even been deliberate.
Reply:I LOVE IT!!!! It's so cute! especially since it's short nd you didn't try to force extra in. I Love it! great job and props to you :)
Reply:good