I shield my emotions,
Cover with a mask of the night
No one must know of my irascible present
or of my dejected archaic romance
I became an actress,
when I paste a jubilant grin,
upon my face
so no can see the pain
I am mourning from within.
I escape the agony and sorrow
of my emotional suicide
when I dip my quill of misery
in my river words
where I weave my morbid fairytale
and write my melancholic lullaby
in the stained parchment of
my tainted soul
The brighter side of my self
is being pulled into the BLACK void of the shadows
where the frozen gates of deception opens up
and grants redemption to a darker side of me
Author notes
Alot of us have a tale on how we came up with our aliases here in AP . Well this poem is the story on how it all began for me ... I hope you enjoy it.
Written June 2nd, 2006
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This is very well crafted! I was wondering where your appellation came from. Thank you for the explanation. Mine came from looking around my room and seeing the name on the side of a beer can from Aruba! Not quite the same.
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You always bring a morbid crowning to your fans leaving them stuck on wanting and needing more,
And I hope that the next one million years are as
Brilliantly penned by you dear..
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Wow-
So that is how it all began
Magnificent Masterpiece You have weaved again Sweet Di
It is always nice to know what Inspired the username...
-I became an actress,
when I paste a jubilant grin,
upon my face
so no can see the pain
I am mourning from within.-
Thank You for sharing Your talent with us
Powerful words~
Keep that ink flowing busy bee~~
and that Creative Mind going
Many blessings to You!
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Hello again, bright daughter of darkness... I might use this as a beginning to the poetic epic I'm gradually accumulating on your works- I see a Chapter One here, based on this and maybe a few other of your pieces, that will begin with a scene where a wizard is forced to doom his newborn child (daughter, of course!) to a life of darkness and misery... yet he sneaks in a glimmer of hope without his evil overlord noticing... the story will eventually lead into the encounter with the Melancholy Angel...
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Excellent
You're piece has a marvelous flow of great words. It captures with such terrrific images too.
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Excellent piece of poetic expression, on how you have chosen your name here, very suiting I can see..Thanks for sharing you, and please do pen on, your work is amazing!
-Timothy The Poetic Weaver~
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Awesome Piece
Well done on this piece little sis. It is very deep and original and I love the way it draws the reader into it. I also love how you always write directly from your heart.
Keep writing
Love Always Your Big Sis
Countrybabe
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When emotion is the barrier of our soul that brings out such passionately penned poetry one must reflect on the demons that try and tear us apart inside and out, And when one takes his demons and he or she displays them so perfectly into the light
With a kiss of darkness and sadness, He or she must then realise
That the world is now able to dust away the cob webs that are hidden in these emotions and decifer the images weve left behind this is a very powerful write thank you for allowing me to read and comment on your work.. -
You are welcome sweetheart.
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Aww Godpoppa,
thanks for the precious comment
Di
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It's great...the tale behind a name...
Hi sweety. It's lovely. You typed a couple of lines that AGAIN I am feeling as I write.
I have worn a mask. Maybe we all have- and maybe all the time. I admit I do in here. High walls- a fortress- before you even have a clue about me.
My absolute fave lines were the last two. Just when I think you have reached your peak- you pull magic out of that mind and splash it here.
Make no mistake, I am not content with you NOT being content and happy- but if you have reached a point of compromise and can keep the darkness within this domain as art- then I am ecstatic.
Because there aren't too many as precious as you in these halls...this is certain.
All my love dear;
Godfather.
♥
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Daddy,
Thanks for the comment
your dark anglic ap daughter
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Cut her some slack! She's only one of the best in the site! Do I see a 'critical' comments accepted? Good lord.
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a darker vs. lighter piece... someone you know seems to bring out the lighter in many people, and against their will it seems... yes, but don't think he can't sense the darker... for that is why he bring out the lighter! Make sense? No? OK... lol Sorry, I seem to be stuck in the middle! Now the lighter you are referring to here is the fake lighter- don't let it rob you of the genuine lighter, for that also exists... so your piece here is clear, and conveys its message... and there is actually a lot there... more than the reader can grasp on one read... I went back and saw something new...
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this is really good hun! fuill of a lot of emotion and simply beautiful really great job!
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Christina,
thanks for the comment sissy
love yah
Di
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My tale of how I came up with mine is that I randomly thought of "violet mist", but that was already taken on some sites I was on... then I randomly thought of "lavender shadows" right afterwards, and it stuck. No real story for me.
This poem is very nicely done, it was really easy to get sucked into the piece... I especially love the "I became an actress" section, I always adore that metaphor. Well done sis!
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Very nicely done my dear. And of course I love the colors you used as well.
Hugs, Mum -
It's a bit overdone with the 'dark' theme, but it's okay nonetheless! Typos are also a pet peeve of mine.
I do like a lot of the imagry in this poem though, especially in the middle stanzas.
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