Gender: Female Location: Some where in the Poison Ivy
Poems
Me!
from white to black,
your dove has turned,
once for you my heart did yurn
but now it is a hand crafted stone
inside of which a fire burned.
Its too cold to touch
too cold to handle
for me dont you dare light a candle
for it wont burn
too intense is the cold
my story of which is never to be told
my heart of stone is too heavy to ware,
so why to want to stare and stare?
when we're into poems, this isn't excactly a poem, but a part of the song 'Dead Boy's Poems' from the excellent melodic-metal group Nightwish:
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can`t say
Forget what you can`t play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody
Never sigh for better world
It`s already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night
Gender: Female Location: Some where in the Poison Ivy
Omen
A black dove is an omen
just like a blue rose
for one's mind and eyes
cannot compose
from natures cruelty
you will not survive
the natural disaster
that stirs in my mind
my imaginationis far
too cruel
for you to create
and compose a rule
you will not hide
you will not survive
the natural disaster that lives in my mind!
Gender: Female Location: Some where in the Poison Ivy
all of the poems I have posted and will be posting on this site are completely original compositions uniquely formed by moi.
does that answer your question finti?
here's another:
Dark Heart
a womans heart
is a cold dark thing
its hard to see
what it holds within
in the depths of her heart
she holds secrets too dark
for the eyes of a man
to withstand
a woman can be too cruel to bare
as she sits with a heart
full of grief and dispare.
KMC Community Forums
Nov 28th, 2001 03:57 PM
very clever there Gorgie boy
