Welcome friend... just walk this way. Yes - yes, that is it.
Now welcome to my den of night eternal, my shaded cavern where words and phrases flow on invisible streams of air and poem are spawned from utter darkness.
As for the creator of this dark sanctuary - well, my body is that of a 22 year old guy, who, upon having finished high school has a lot of time on his hands.
What do I with that spare time? well I have a few addictions, music and poetry being some of the most important ones.
Music is my companion - my outlet and sometimes my muse
My writing, well started out as a game, writing short stories and tales and at the beginning of my fifteenth year, also the first poems.
Writing poetry became my joy, my field of expertise in a place where I did not really fit in
And then as times progressed and problems and issues about being different increased - poetry became more than a hobby, it became my cry for help, my outlet of the frustration, that piled up inside me - my therapist if you will.
Some of that frustration is gone, some of it became words, and some of it became the ghosts of loneliness haunting me still to this day.
And from that separation was created this shadowy sanctuary, that you have now entered, a world of dark beauty, and shaded words.
Welcome friend, to my lair of creation...
Now welcome to my den of night eternal, my shaded cavern where words and phrases flow on invisible streams of air and poem are spawned from utter darkness.
As for the creator of this dark sanctuary - well, my body is that of a 22 year old guy, who, upon having finished high school has a lot of time on his hands.
What do I with that spare time? well I have a few addictions, music and poetry being some of the most important ones.
Music is my companion - my outlet and sometimes my muse
My writing, well started out as a game, writing short stories and tales and at the beginning of my fifteenth year, also the first poems.
Writing poetry became my joy, my field of expertise in a place where I did not really fit in
And then as times progressed and problems and issues about being different increased - poetry became more than a hobby, it became my cry for help, my outlet of the frustration, that piled up inside me - my therapist if you will.
Some of that frustration is gone, some of it became words, and some of it became the ghosts of loneliness haunting me still to this day.
And from that separation was created this shadowy sanctuary, that you have now entered, a world of dark beauty, and shaded words.
Welcome friend, to my lair of creation...
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since December 5, 2006.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 265 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is If this is life why fear death.
- I am a 22 year old man (Denmark)
- I am in the groups Fans of Anne Rice Stephen King Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespear, The Darkest People On AP, Vampires and the World of Darkness, Vampyre Family Hurston
- I have 265 comments
My Poetry
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How precious it would be
To hold you you close for just one moment -
Together in separation
Each and every one abandoned to revel in gloomy speculations
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Shadow Darkstar on July 29I honestly don't care if you miss our 'friendship' or lack thereof. Please, just leave me alone. Comment on my poetry if you'd like, but other than that just leave me alone. I refuse to be a friend to someone who can't even be honest with me.
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Grave-Digger on July 16Congrats on the winning of my contest. I just wanted to personaly thank you for entering. I very much enjoyed your work.
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Bataran : kære broder. on June 25min kære ven. det fremgår af din gæstebog ad også du har snakket en del med "kitty". jeg må lige vide om hun fylder folk med løgne. flirter også en del med mig og det gider jeg da ikke hvis hun gør det med alle. anyway broder. håber du har det godt og jeg snart får tid til at se dig. det er sjovt at se hvor nemt folk har ved at elske heromkring. mange kram fra din broder! pas på dig min ven
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Shadow Darkstar on June 23[Drops to teh cold ground, her back leaning against the wall, watching you in silence. quietly she hugs her knees, and rests her chin on them.]
