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I do a lot of creative writing, And poems help to vent some of my frustration. It might sound wimpy but hang on, 'Cause my mind is seriously fucked up. Anyway, I had all these put in some book, And I say the Gallery section and thought, What the hell I might as well do it. I also realize these poems make me look emotionally unstable, Lolz.

Cage of Bone:

I sit here writting in my book,
As others pass me by and look,
Seeing only black hood, skin white,
They continue watching on in spite,
If only they could seemy mind,
show all the secrects that I hide,
Binding fast his heart of mine,
Show it the light, Just one more time,
Locking back into my chest,
The item that I now possess,
Locking back into my chestof bone,
This heart of darkness, 'Tis all alone.


The Wrong Path:

Sitting here it dawns on me,
All my pain and misery,
It's hard to really force a laugh,
Looking back and all I see,
Through all my pain and misery,
Now I can choke up one lone laugh,
It seems I've taken, The wrong path.

The Flowing Truth:

Walking in and seeing friends,
Knowing that we all have sinned,
Looking forward and to the light,
Knowing all I see is night,
Yet still somehow we all go on,
'Till all our pains are 'ever gone.

The Continious Struggle:

Running through the darkness now,
Living on I don't know how,
Showing feelings never know,
And plunging into the unknown,
Running through my hand on hilt,
Smashing through the lies I've built,
Slamming down my blade of trust,
Knowing it will never rust.

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The Scales of Truth:

No more justice, Life, Or need,
For no longer can we lead,
On our spirits, Faster, Go,
For what in the end we know,
Must be shown in light of creed,
And be of judgement for thy deed,
Show me now my path of light,
For what once was day had turned to night.

The Burning Truth:

Now I kill my past of pain,
Forgetting all those I have slain,
Killing all I feel tonight,
All of those I've come to trust,
Let them all just burn to dust,

The Marinette:

Born of darkness turn to light,
Killing all those that I spite,
Walking away with eyes so cold,
Cutting the strings of life as told,
But now I realize I've been tricked,
And seeing all I've done is sick,
Cutting strings of puppet's lies,
And cutting strings of all that fly,*
Hoping now that someday soon,
The flowers of my dark heart will bloom,

*I know that some of these poems are confusing, But I thought this vers in particular was hard to understand. I am refering to the fact that most puppets never touch the ground, And are held in the sky by strings, Giving them the effect of flying. When these strings are cut, The marinette dolls cease to function.

I'll Post more later, I need to see how many reviews I get, I might post some more of these Edger Allen Poe style writtings if anyone cares to read them. Otherwise they'll just sit in a book in my room for eons to come, Gathering dust.

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Can This Be Love
Can this be love I say today,I never want
to fly away; Love is making me sing, It's
such a beautiful ring; Today is a day of
love people all fly like doves but not me
not now see my wonderful frown the bees
feed the queen instead of being free: Now
you ask me do I feel the love see listen
I'm not a dove;
Chelsea Marie Ruby

Hah, I stole this from one of my friends dring an IM conversation and she'll kill me if she finds out I posted it; Anyway it's just something I can blackmail her with later. Personally I thought it contrasted to my own dark taste's; Guess this is just something for everyone else so you guys can see both sides of poetry. Besides, I might start posting my poems again for I think there are far to few dark poems out in the world today.

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Very nice, are we aloud to post poetry or did you just want to share these?

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I've got a poem that I posted here a little while back, about insecure guys and the women who love them.

How many times have you heard about a guy who gets uncomfortable around his girl's male friends? Often we hear the same old lines: "I just don't trust him" or "If you really loved me, you wouldn't spend your time with him."

The women in these relationships end up losing every friend they have, allowing themselves to fall into a deeper and deeper depression with each sacrifice they make in the name of love -- and for what? The temporary feeling of relief when the guy stops worrying? He'll find something to be insecure about tomorrow.

"My abs don't look as good as they used to..."

"What do you mean my penis isn't the biggest you've ever seen?!"

"You never want to have sex..."

His need for positive reinforcement is never sated; he'll seek it out anywhere, whether it be from the fat girl masturbating on her webcam or the drunk chick at a friend's party, sitting on his lap and sucking on his earlobe. And he'll justify it in his head that such behavior is acceptable:

"She never supports me."

"It's not like I'm *fucking* anyone else..."

"She's probably cheating on me anyway."

And we see these boys trapped in men's bodies, these gamma males, skulking around at tables by themselves, watching any girl with a svelte figure and a round, tight ass -- because her ass just isn't what it used to be, and she's been putting on weight. Maybe you should stop taking her out for ice cream or chocolate every time you have a fight? She used to exercise every day, 'till she started spending time with you.

Cellulite shows every time she puts her weight on one leg. Disappearing abs. She only looks good lying on the bed now. You fuck her in the ass because you can, because that's one place that nobody else has claimed... or so she says. Maybe she's lying about that too? She's probably cheating on you right now.

"Who's he?" He asks in the car.

"Just one of the guys from work."

"Just someone I know from class."

"You'd like him."

"Don't worry -- I think he's actually gay."

I'm fucking someone else. I can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels so good. It feels so right... She smells different, like expensive shampoo -- not that cheap shit. I am a fucking god... I am a fucking god...

Tears are shed. She never cheated, but she's probably lying anyway. You never cheated either, then. Just keep telling yourself that; she's a fucking whore and you were the one who was cheated on. Just keep telling yourself that.

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xD, Hilarious; Just hope the mod's don't crack down on it like a Cat' O 'Nine-Tails.

Anyway, If your reading the thread and you want to post a Peom feel free to do so, I haven't the time to transcribe any poems from my little red book ono the site right now but I expect to be able to this weekend.

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I SHOULD KILL YOU, KILLL YOU. DEATTHH,. IM GONNA EATCHUU. D< GRRRRRR. thats my poem. and i didnt want you to. plz plz. take it downnnn. plllzzz. i was so young, PLLZZZ!

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The wandering Friend always help a person in need, but when the person in need disagrees with the situation, then the wandering freind ends up dissapearing into the darkness of their own heart.

Don't be shy chelly; And it's not going down.


If a Man cannot control his hand, He is a leacher.
If a Man cannot control his mind, He is traitor.
If a Man cannot control his actions, He is a monster.
If a Man cannot control his heart, He is not a Man.

--Izaka Sazaka

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Its stupid but I have a poem

"A Demon's Way"
We are the eerie piercing laughter in the night
That finds joy to trick mischief and delight
We are the ones who will expose and manipulate your fears
The ones who will laugh at those sad tears

Messiah of nightmares, Myobu of dreams
Blissful slumbers horrific screams
Rocks to gold and leafs to money
Sick and twisted, sorrows funny

Passions pallet, red lust green greed
fullfilled desires have all that you need
Physical touch or illusionary embrace
Whom wears the mask, which is the real face

When truth nor logic hold to be real
And hollow desire is all that you feel
You thought had it all but are left with none
When the dream or gone and all is done.

When reality rears its ugly head
Your left in a cold sweat laying in your bed
Beware the cries of delight and joy
Mankind to us. Is just a mere toy.

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what is love?
it reprsents a dove
i love you to much to bare
i love the way you play with my hair
the way you smile is alway there
why is it that i dont have the streght to break your heart
if you ever left there would be a mark
that would never heal
beacause i can feel
that you still love me
i need you
fore you are my one and only..


the way music make us feel

the way music make us feel
pressing wires with your fingers
the feeling lingers
the tingleing sensation
that make the nation
crave more
the crazy way we dance in the street
and all the people we meet
its all music
and the happniess it birngs
it makes the best of anything
a thing you can create
by voice or instrument
its in us all
waiting to come out
came hang out
in a world of your own

souls


roses
thorns and spikes
people think their nice?
red as wine
or white as ice
the beauty is increadble
love is thier only vise
the colour of love
that make you blush
when you get this from somone you love
the flower that is bittersweet
wich you could compare with love....

Death
do you feel pain
does it make you insane
do you feel it burn
does it make you yern
for life as it was...
do you end up in a dark place
wanting to be saved?
how do you know
nobody has been able to say...
XD


Yeah those where all writen by me.... and they all suck =]
souls are like a beutiful pianting
colurful and exciting
full of wonder
where you can ponder
ideas that are only your thought
your imagantion has been caught
and its a place where life beats
and the caring that you give to peolpe you meet
the soul such a beautiful thing...

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