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To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we st

Ollie's Lovely CupcakesGood afternoon my dear,
Go and take one, have no fear
They’re fresh from the oven, my lovely cupcakes
Painted with neon frostings, oh yes they’re free

But just so you know
There’s more beyond the rainbow
My cupcakes, they don’t only look as they are
Careful with each bite poppet, you might die~

Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire

He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru

Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk

Death walks on two legs (Jeff the Killer poem)He walks in from the darkness
He bares with him the life of those he's taken
He has been on the run in pursuit of victims for years
He knows this well

His only love is for his knife that he commits the ultimate crime with
His smile destroys the life of the room
His eyes gleam with terror
His phrase kills all by itself

Death is coming for you
Death is unstoppable
Death is a creature who is no longer human
Death walks on two legs

Oliver (2p!England) Poem

A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats

Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here

Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another

Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Cupcake, dear~?

Malformed ResonanceMy soul vibrates in sympathetic resonance with the echoes bellowing before me, as they sing with red

Sly tongues entwined together and hum to the beat of my famished heart, howling loudly they squander

With white painted faces and dark black ink blots smeared onto these weakened portrait vessels, they

Fixate the mind as they circle around in a precarious motion, frozen in depth they stomp and swallow

Up the air with the dust on earthen ground, such a sight elegantly blinds the pastel eyes of those

Watching, dismounting upon somber pride while eliminating all dreamlike imagination….

Promise of the SuccubusI’m the type of demon,
That despises torture,
Because I cherish bliss,
The type that seeks not to stab,
Your heart with a knife,
But to wound it with a kiss,
Trust your lust,
Come forward into the shelter of my wings,
So that I may subject your body,
To marvelous things,
Give your soul to me,
And I promise to give it pure ecstasy,
My mind knows naught the meaning,
Of the unsavory word agony,
I am a demon that prefers to lick,
Instead of bite,
Come forward,
Let your flesh and spirit tingle with delight….

ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic

I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead

DemonYou see me in the hall
My eyes sparkle with joy
My laughter rings clear
My smile shines brightly
You see an angel
You don't see me as a threat
But I caution you
Angels fall from heaven
And I am one of them
The truth is hidden
My eyes gleam with hate
My laughter is filled with evil
My smile shines cruelly
If you mess with this angel
I'll welcome you to my home
It's warm and cozy
Filled with flames and screams
So be careful my "friend"
Or you'll join me in hell

YouI feel dreams are pointless, just as I were to you, my life just a simple ointment, to whcih you felt you could use, to seal the pain you once had, just enough to let me lose, enough to lose a heart, only to watch as yours grew, used as simple heartless life steps, that barely gave me room, suffering slowly, you only seem to abuse, slowly suffocating, you only let me assume, love was this easy, but truth was in the other room, numbness developed, where you were once to mend, to which you only pretend, life stops, and you were the end, to which I thought rocked, but you only seem to dim, blackend emptiness, only seem to grow, hopeless desires,

FearsSome kids are afraid of the dark
And the monsters that lurk within it.

Some kids are afraid of heights
And the vertigo that accompanies it.

Some kids are afraid of animals
And the viciousness they could harbor.

Some kids are afraid of bugs
And their creeping, crawling legs.

Some kids are afraid of sharp things
And their pointy ends.

Most kids have these fears
And that's normal and nice.

But some kids, some kids are like me
And they're scared of something else.

I'm scared of something
And it's far worse than many things.

It's scarier than a clown
And its over-joyous attitude.

It's scarier than a crowded elevator
And the brushing and t

the Bride of the Tide (a creepy lullaby)The black water crows caw next to the sea
the pain of the saltiness who torment their wings.
Those sad gloomy moans who dwell my night
push this tortured spirit dark stories to write.

She came in september, she came from the sea:
shipwrecked when her caravel was broken by the winds.
Her body thrown overboard by the force of the storm
was transported in the end half dead on our shores.

The night was so quiet and dark the heaven's dome
when a bizzarre figure dragged her to its home.
When she then woke up, after three days asleep
she found herself lying on a bed of leaves.

A creature unknown, who in a dark corner stood, said:
"This is my

ClosetI sit in my bed, my sheets pulled up to my nose.
My eyes are wide, my hands shaking.
Breath is shallow, sweat beads on my forehead.
I stare at my closet, my terror growing.
It does not speak, it does not show.
But I can hear it in there.
It scratches at the door every night.
It wants to come out.
It wants to play.
My heart nearly stops as I hear the door creak.
My closet door opens slowly.
I'm to petrified to cry out as it appears.
It's so.... so.....
Oh my God.
It's coming closer.
Oh... no, wait, no!
All I see is beady red eyes.
And a white fanged smile.
As my throat is ripped out.
Blood splashing everywhere.
My dying thought so clear.
I hate closets.

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With a crack of lightning the room vapoured into ambient light, she could see once more and her cerulean maelstrom eyes stared at the dusty overbearing of the world around her. Clad in scant, shivering black undergarments, her voluptuous ivory flesh form was like porcelain in the placid world as she trod through cobwebs. Having awoken a mere hour ago she found herself in this nightmarishly daunting place in nothing but her underwear. Her short, cropped sangria hair wrapped around her ears and brushed her neck as it spiralled across her face like an angry inferno. Her body moved like a goddess incarnate light and slender, yet boxom

SuperpowersThe Super-powers flex their wings,
Dose the masses with drugs and things,
They hold the world on puppet strings,
Bullets and Rifles replaced the noblest kings.

We lost so much time,
We persecute great crime,
While do it ever worse,
until we all live in the hurse.

Martyred LoveA Man and a Woman stand embraced in each other's arms,
While waves crash on the rocks breaking a thousand calms.
Her heart beats like drums over a thousand years,
His voice is harsh but like heaven to her ears.
She can never be happy with him, I think to myself,
He is attractive, strong and blessed with wealth.
Yet I am the better of men and speak with mighty words,
My voice alone can calm the raging fervent herds.

She smiles at me, her lips so sweet,
A desert song in my mind to make ends meet.
I smile back feigning my joy in their union,
They are married now and left me behind.
No doubt they are sad about my demise,
I martyred m

Cannibals will never hurt youBlood stained teeth,
tear at wounded meat,
He hunts beneath,
the coldest street.

The plague hungry rats feast,
Thanks to the monstrous beast,
From his mouth drinks claret,
the blood not spilled by his barrett.

A sniper's rifle to hunt human flesh,
The blood tastes best when its fresh.
Human meat can be ever so sweet,
Is it really, eating human, such a treat?

Cannibals will never hurt you,
If you are willing to eat them too.

Kill yourself...Problems in your life? Kill yourself...
Problems in your home? Kill yourself...
Problems with the wife? Kill yourself...
Clashing bone to bone? Kill yourself...
They say humans taste nice, so fucking kill someone else...

Humans are in the wrong,
Kill yourself...
So listen to the song,
and Kill yourself...

Want eye for an eye?
Want them to die just to die?
They say it never ends,
So kill all your friends.

Cannibalism,
Sadism,
Necrophillia,
Serial Killer,
Ritual Suicide,
Ethnic Genocide,
Triple Homocide,
All by a three year old child,
Isn't this party wild?

The best is yet to arrive,
Its always been tooth for a tooth,

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Roses of a Different Colour

by ~TsvitokSoldat, Jan 21, 2008, 12:04:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Roses of Black,
A symbol of of Death,
You can't take back.

Roses of Blue,
Attain the impossible,
Just speak what's true.

Roses of White,
All that is secret,
Just like that night.

Interesting how a change of colour can mean something new,
Strange how lives can change by a couple of words concerning you.

I'd love to be able to take it back,
Loving you, a rose that's black.

Widows and Spiders in the window,
Is murder such a sin though?

Blood fills the bath in which I stand,
Remembering you with a toaster in my hand,
My heart could never get over the scar,
So we will forever embrace the eternity of death.

Nooses don't speak lies, nor does death.

Roses of a Different Colourby ~TsvitokSoldat

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

"In every man is a rose, a beautiful and brilliant quality ready to blossom, all it needs is the light of day." - David

The essential meaning for this work is evident when we compare the relative meanings of the sums of all the parts.

Black is a triumvirate of meanings it represents both anarchy and authority, but it also signifies death and corruption. In all cases of the colour, Black means Authority in this Poem.

Blue is the colour of sorrow and it is used as such in this poem, it is used more in the sense of oppression than actual depression.

White is the colour of purity and innocence. Innocence is used in this sense.

Roses and Men share the same virtues, they can have multiple meanings for the one appearance, often contradictory. They blossom, they wither and all they need is light either literal or metaphorical.

Roses of Black, - Men of Authority (The Government)
A symbol of of Death,
You can't take back. - That can't be removed

Roses of Blue, - Men of Sorrow (Oppressed People)
Attain the impossible, - Don't follow their lead
Just speak what's true. - Don't suffer their lies

Roses of White, - Men of Innocence
All that is secret, - Those kept secret
Just like that night. - Don't allow the police actions

Interesting how a change of colour can mean something new, - The Change of Government can effect the world
Strange how lives can change by a couple of words concerning you. - Voting isn't a sure-fire way to win

I'd love to be able to take it back, - I'd love to trust the government again
Loving you, a rose that's black. - Love the men that opress

Widows and Spiders in the window, - The Widows and the War weary rally in public view
Is murder such a sin though? - (The Government view on things)

Blood fills the bath in which I stand,
Remembering you with a toaster in my hand,
My heart could never get over the scar,
So we will forever embrace the eternity of death.

(An extended metaphor for the suicide of the nation)

Nooses don't speak lies, nor does death. - The noose around the neck of the opressed can't be lied away, nor can the deaths of those already led to the slaughter.

That is in a nut-shell - Roses of a Different Colour - the meaning behind the raving.

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~bxbova Nov 7, 2008

its great!

~emode Feb 4, 2008

wow, thats cool, its realy original to have a poem that can be two entirely different things, depending on the way you look at it.

~TsvitokSoldat Feb 5, 2008 Professional Writer

Thankyou.

!MormegilTheFirst Jan 21, 2008

Love it

I think you could have cut the fourth verse... cut it into 4 lines, it just sounds a bit long...

I don't see the message though

~TsvitokSoldat Jan 21, 2008 Professional Writer

Thanks.

I could of, but it would ruin the rhyming scheme and part of the message for the sake of the meter... not much a fan of meter as my other poems should tell people.

Oh, the message is there, I have a knack of hiding things infront of people's eyes. Makes me a god at hide-and-seek with my cousins

Keep trying!

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