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 23 year old guy, who, upon having finished high school has a lot of time on his hands.
What do I do 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 23 year old guy, who, upon having finished high school has a lot of time on his hands.
What do I do 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 right now. Member since December 5, 2006.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 338 comments.
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, and quote is "If this is life why fear death". - I am a 23 year old man (Denmark)
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- I am in the groups Night Terrors, The Occult, the power of darkness
- I have 338 comments, 286 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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Certain songs
Played when I am dancing with myself -
Whithering, waiting within my own shade / Caressing with dread what is yet to come / Waiting, watching as the leaves falls from the trees / To die within a word...3 lines, 9 comments, May 6, 2007
My Poetry
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A crimson Milky Way spinning inside your eyes
The vortex expands -
The wonder of midnight
Shadows dancing playfully along the edge of my glass -
Dark lies
Broke the wings of hope
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Atrophya on April 5hi =]
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Shadow Darkstar on July 29, 2008I 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 16, 2008Congrats 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 25, 2008min 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
