My hands write what my soul speaks.
My poetry rarely rhymes. So if you are one of those close minded people that think that all poetry should rhyme, you may want to move on. I feel that writing is an expression, and being an expression it can be written in any form. I love to write, so I write.
If you like different music (I shudder to say the word "goth") then check out a site in my hometown. The DJ does a great job of playing great music.
9/5/07***Thanks to all that may have donated to the station. Its still alive and kicking. If you have never checked it out do so. It is one of the best!!****
www.sanctuaryradio.org
I thought that you knew it all
Well youve seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow...slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
Its a sleep from which you may not awaken.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now Im serving time in disillusionment.
I dont believe you anymore...i dont believe you.
I thought that I knew it all
Id seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now Im serving time in a domestic graveyard.
I dont believe you anymore...i dont believe you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time.
Dead Can Dance
The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove
Bands to live by
Joy Division, Tear Garden, Death in June, Legendary Pink Dots, Depeche Mode, Sisters of Mercy, The Cure, Cruxshadows, Wolfsheim, Front 242, Assemblage 23, NIN, New Order, David Bowie, Bauhaus, Clan of Xymox, Christian Death, Switchblade Symphony, The Doors and an infinity of others that I dont care to list at the moment
Check out my favorite poets on the planet
My AP twin sister Haunted Doll. She is a fantastic dark poet, and she also has a really great novel going now... allpoetry.com/poets/Haunted%20Doll
My AP sister My Darkness. She is a goddess of prose and one of the best people I know.
http://allpoetry.com/My%20Darkness
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My poetry rarely rhymes. So if you are one of those close minded people that think that all poetry should rhyme, you may want to move on. I feel that writing is an expression, and being an expression it can be written in any form. I love to write, so I write.
If you like different music (I shudder to say the word "goth") then check out a site in my hometown. The DJ does a great job of playing great music.
9/5/07***Thanks to all that may have donated to the station. Its still alive and kicking. If you have never checked it out do so. It is one of the best!!****
www.sanctuaryradio.org
I thought that you knew it all
Well youve seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow...slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
Its a sleep from which you may not awaken.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now Im serving time in disillusionment.
I dont believe you anymore...i dont believe you.
I thought that I knew it all
Id seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now Im serving time in a domestic graveyard.
I dont believe you anymore...i dont believe you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time.
Dead Can Dance
The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove
Bands to live by
Joy Division, Tear Garden, Death in June, Legendary Pink Dots, Depeche Mode, Sisters of Mercy, The Cure, Cruxshadows, Wolfsheim, Front 242, Assemblage 23, NIN, New Order, David Bowie, Bauhaus, Clan of Xymox, Christian Death, Switchblade Symphony, The Doors and an infinity of others that I dont care to list at the moment
Check out my favorite poets on the planet
My AP twin sister Haunted Doll. She is a fantastic dark poet, and she also has a really great novel going now... allpoetry.com/poets/Haunted%20Doll
My AP sister My Darkness. She is a goddess of prose and one of the best people I know.
http://allpoetry.com/My%20Darkness
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, and quote is "Apathy born of cold sorrow". - I am a 31 year old girl from Colorado (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm LPN working on becoming RN.






















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11 lines, 24 comments, September 5, 2007. In Dark
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A hilltop. Trees changing color as Autumn drains the life from the fragile leaves. The air is crisp. Winter is beginning to make his presence known.
A hous710 lines, 5 comments, January 29, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy -
Its morning again. That means mom will be coming in soon.
Knocking on my door. Telling me to get up in that sweet and happy voice. God, I hate it. I319 lines, 1 comment, November 29, 2004. In <200 lines -
"Wake up mom!! I'm gonna be late for school."
Wearily I open my eyes. My son standing above me. The light from the window seems to illuminate him like he's an an468 lines, 16 comments, November 18, 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
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Gonzo : o.o... on October 2Im back...I gots a new name....But Castania is back
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StonerxXxheart on June 14I haven't been on this site for awhile, and was wondering if you could run me through things?
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Darc Fragile Rose : hello on May 27if Haunted Doll is your sister that makes you my sister as well

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Harris-06 : Hello on December 16, 2007I just stop by to say hi and thanks for the comment on my poem. Preciate it lots.
