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Post by Elegey on May 8, 2005 21:14:27 GMT -5
I lie in bed alone and cold,"you should leave this place."I once was told.I peer out my window watching the rain,thinking of you and going insane.My light I know was once happy red and yellow infact,but now my light is blue and black.My life i know is scarred and broken the wisdom i write is my symbol and token,to the souls lost and forgotten,just as myself decaying and rotten,to my friends stabbed and shotten ,6 feet under in satten filled coffins.I wish I could join them in that slumber so kind,but no i am here,losing my mind.Alone and cold and in my bed,while thoughts of suicide whirl in my head,I suppose the moral of the sorrow i've blead,I lost my mind,Alone and dead...
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Post by Elegey on May 8, 2005 21:17:44 GMT -5
Immortal
Dusk sets in as night begins,he hunt is on and here I come.Prey beware,my glowing stare my immortals kiss with you ill share.Walk with me if u dare,i have no heart i cannot care,you ont even have a prayer.My teeth set in,now your my kin,your soul is d**ned your heart beats thin,your fire of life is growing dim.I feel no shame in your pain,so now you claim.Your lonely life immortal...
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Post by Elegey on May 8, 2005 21:34:54 GMT -5
I glance at the pencil I write with and see inside myself.
Like I the pencil's scratched,scarred and broken....Oh!Look,some tiny bite marks,I guess i liked the taste.But as you must have noticed,just like this pencil.I have become erased.
I take a long trip inside,for self-explanation,so perhaps i can find a way to escape the horror im facing.It seems the truth,i've vainly been chasing,has led to nothing but sorrow.Maybe,if i bite down,I can live to see tomorrow.Perhaps tomorrows brighter,i fear ill never know.You look at me and see a smile the truth,ill never show.
But in my dreams,I have escaped,and am now my own madjestey,dont let my dream become a nightmare of my own life's tradgedies.My nightmares' seem to be a link to hell,and if i stay for far too long,ill become an empty shell.
I wake,with cold sweat dripping down my face.Once again I see the pencil oh joy,that calming taste.I grab a piece of paper,it's what im writing on now.I glance back at the pencil,and never know quite how,the feelings that are happy,of joy and peace and love.
Are now gone scratched,scarred,broken,chaffed.YOu must know now,just quite how,I have become ERASED...
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Post by Elegey on Jun 2, 2005 10:16:22 GMT -5
Tormention Fantasia
You see im now nothing,ive lost alll i loved.I was on the edge this time I was shoved.I fell from reality into the sea I was sent.To this place I now reside,a fantasy of Torment.Fantasia I say,a wild place,ive left my life without a trace.To live without her has left me alone perhaps im the creature Gargoyle of stone.The thing that cares so much yet so dark and cold.I will never understand how she wa so bold.To be with me is a sorrow a sin,I was never for her what I could have been.I will pay for this now,no debt for my days are sacrascent.Because all i am is eternal torment.I wish I was better by far I do.All I want is to be with you.What I saw I cannot speak of,it's a fantasy of reality,a dream of the pain,I leave you all now on the runaway train.Never again to feel what i felt,for those who still care for those who have delt,with all that i am alll that i was.Im sorry now its all because,a dream of black and red beigea,I now live in this Tormention Fantasia...
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Post by darkangel13 on Jun 3, 2005 9:52:29 GMT -5
these series of poems just about made me cry.. it semms like u still love charity, and she still loves u. ur poems speak of a great darkness and we all feel this way for something bad weve done to something...or somebody. not everyone has a great darkness, like the kind ur speaking of. u fell as if uve been erased, forgotten, left out, tormented, and practically gone! but ur not yet. u still have family and friends that luv u for who u r. we might get mad at u 4 wat uve dun, but that can sometimes be changed. anyways, wat im saying is that u need 2 come out of the darkness and do something. if u stay, u will, in time, fade away...
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Post by Elegey on Jun 8, 2005 13:55:29 GMT -5
me too
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Post by Elegey on Jun 8, 2005 15:57:41 GMT -5
I hope i can be better for her...
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Post by Elegey on Jun 8, 2005 16:33:04 GMT -5
Angels Fall First
An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles
Needed elsewhere
to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian
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Post by Elegey on Jun 10, 2005 12:40:44 GMT -5
I wont let it song
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she
makes me sad.
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes
me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
A catch in my throat choke
Torn into pieces
I won't, nO!
I don't wanna be this...
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
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Post by Elegey on Jun 11, 2005 14:42:41 GMT -5
One will rise who is to evil one will come who is to good twist the two,
a witch shall falter and thereby open wide the door pain and suffering as they stumble
blood and fearbefore they learn woe betide this springtime eden now the vale of those who mourn beware the watchers in that hour
bar the doctors from the house scholars will but nourish evil scientists would raise it high let the devil speak his story let him rouse the angel's might
make the dead come back to witness put the alchemist to flight slay the flesh that is not human trust to weapons crude and cruel for dying
on the verge of wisdom tortured souls may seed the light crush the babes who are not children show no mercy to the pure else shall eden have no springtime
else shall our kind reign no more.....
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Post by Elegey on Jun 11, 2005 15:11:00 GMT -5
Dear Roberta Sparrow, I’ve reached you in your book, and there’s so many things I need to ask you. Sometimes I’m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
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Post by Elegey on Jun 12, 2005 21:38:35 GMT -5
my new pic took me forver i had to find perfect stuff blargh im tired
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Post by Xombie on Jun 12, 2005 21:46:00 GMT -5
Yeah. It fits JUST RIGHT. I mean like just barly fits yet it still does. That is much better, Elegey.
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Post by darkangel13 on Jun 12, 2005 22:30:41 GMT -5
i invited cole and felish along 2. my mom is letting them come! i havent told felisha yat tho. gotta tell her thursday. * gets out and sticky note and writes a note * * sticks sticky note on her forhead * there! i shoulndt forget.
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Post by Xombie on Jun 12, 2005 22:32:20 GMT -5
Do you know her number?
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