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Ashes of a Shadow on August 26, 2007

If you get time can you let me know what my latest post is like....I don't get much feedback these days

Fire scathing the scimitar life
Knife winking to the razor eye
You're cocoon is broken
Your space: taken, wasted; shaken
Cowards swarm like a dead-kite flicker of bees
"Down on your knees, slave"
The shadow-workers reap prophecy language
Will you beg them a final absolution?
As they melt your conscious
Into welded worming metal; slick liquid fury
Before sunrise hits the lackadaiscal dawn
Thick with the zombie slur of crimson horizon.

Now close your eyes....
on October 31, 2006

Like I said before, I found your page again and read a poem. I would read more, but I have neglected homework to finish. ^_^' So, I'll read another tomorrow, and possibly two, or three, or more....
Eirlys on August 19, 2006

yep your right--- your a babbler you do go on!!!! *laugh* but what you wright is great, i to am or lean to be wicca although i was chrisaned, i agree with you alot.... exept i.. um.. usaly sleep at night! ^_^
Ashes of a Shadow on August 11, 2006

I hope you realise every poem I place here is spontaneous and off the cuff...
Ashes of a Shadow on August 11, 2006

you tread inside broken fires
a growling pace threatens the root cause of sanity.
Empires tumble like treasons in a sniper's eye
inside the candle's slim world
there is a wax disturbance of voices
but there are nothing more than caustic effigies
light forgotten and left in gambit sun
that knows every trick under Elysium
killing reeds amongst the quiet moon.
BonBon on August 10, 2006

Thank you kindly for reading and making a comment on The Beauty of a Person's Hands.
BonBon
Sidra Sabella on July 29, 2006

yuo are so very right my dear^^
Ashes of a Shadow on July 29, 2006

Don't panic. I'm still alive, I'm just having some shit times so I'm not coping all that grand. I'll be back on my feet, kicking ass soon - maybe. So keep going, I really do respect you and your growing abilities, I think you're coming up with some really great stuff...I'm enjoying it immensely, so please keep in the flow, all the best for now...Col.
FirstScript on July 29, 2006

Glad to have met you darling... you're really a dear...

You take care... and keep it together with the ones you love... tht's all that really does matter at the end of it all...

Love
Richa
XFaLLen-StarX on July 28, 2006

half italian, half lebanese, quarter french, quarter from cyprus, do u want me to go on?! lol .. i can go international lol
naa its okk.. glad i met u anyway

me
xxx
XFaLLen-StarX on July 28, 2006

lol ya sure sweety ! .. my name is Stephany, my last name is Sabella !! but ya i guess i can hv frds who dont hv the same family name as mine lol

me
xxx
XFaLLen-StarX on July 28, 2006

is ur real last name Sabella ??
mine is! and i hardly meet ppl from this family!! and now i met u well not yet but ya!! originally italian, are u?!?!
sorry got carried away!but was too exited! lol
write back, im not a freak

me
xxx
Ashes of a Shadow on July 25, 2006

Whose heart shatters tonight?
Sun struck me down and I was in
the thunder grip of the Dark Ones command
searing through bones too brittle to build
resistance and fight back.
The creeping shadows would attack and fill dread in my drooling soul
I was the filthy clown in chains in renegade windows
in morbid funland with splenetic
veins shred like tapeworm calamity.
The race, the time, the calling
of barbarity, the whisper of forgotten angels.
A small glow alights beacon presence in fulcrum windows,
the face of a mimic ghost
fear locked in glass shudders
calling me
calling me to prise myself from soul's loose safekeep.

I can't see you now but I keep searching
denizen upon denizen of unholy concrete land
when Church's stand erect like ravens in the trees
when the mortar guile of idoling homes
are redbrick malice of God's defeat.
In the sands of time I am drowning
no water in my parched crease of cracked skin.
Don't let me die this way
the sun like a scorpion crawls over me.
the sting in my eyes deceives me.

only love
can affect the heart this way;
deadening to the quick
suffocating the doomwalkers
in it's sweet death grip.

Whose heart shatters tonight?
Quite simply,
mine.

Always has been.
mine.

I like to keep it this way.
Ashes of a Shadow on July 19, 2006

Devils worship your hungry smile
under pallid wings they harbinger death harvest
like scythe teeth in a skeletal dream.
Suddenly the sky is elf-shot
hordes of crows navigate in doom circles
screech of distant cries now jaunt
the delicate ears.
We are tambourines on blades of grass
playing the melody of a safekeep for satyrs
that like Pan
know what sin is to a dripping tongue.
Can we feast only as far as the eyes armour like knights with chains of mace and steel grip of malice?
Devils torment your frame
cast you out into spiteful rain and renegade night
blade flashes like saturnine bandits
in sylvan forests are closer. And closer still.
In the temporal warmth of samurai dreams
we are shelled into mortal tombs of sleep,
to awaken a famine of toads
punishing crescendo of blue-murder thunder
Devils that ransack the lonely mind.

Devils that tell you to reach for the knife.
Devils. Devils that control your mind.
Sidra Sabella on July 18, 2006

yes^^*attacks you wiht a surprise hug* you have made me tr'e happy. ive gotten few hits lately and your comment cheers me up, i shall do my best to entertain^^wheee!

oh god..im already saying to much,whoops^^mwuhahaha

you'll be happy you took that chance, i may not be quiet but im fun(so im told^^)

i'll be glad to start(beautiful things happen when one is bored)

rainy days streak across
window pains fogged with sighs
the thunder flashing in her eyes
searching for your trace

that will do for now i think^^
Never Fall in Love on July 18, 2006

should i say i read everything
or maybe refrain from saying that cuz u might be talking nonstop
lol
im just so bored now and yea
speechless right now .. so i thought
maybe i shud get u to start
lol
Sidra Sabella on July 18, 2006

like a hot knife through butter
we melt and mold
to the shape of public opinion
picture perfect in
a grand illusion

at the core of the apple
we find a worm monarchy
hell bent on world domination
in communist russia
god worships you

sparrow seranade glints
on the scruffy hangman's noose
imhibition broke loose
with the forbidden touch of
heaven in beauty's eye

i called your name
and the echo came back to me
without a depth perception to speak of
unless your fluent in
the language of the wind through trees

laugh in the face of your maker
becuase its a fool who gives free will
to somone with nothing to lose
your reason leaves no room for
a ghost of good intention

wind whipping through
his hardened exterior
brittle with too many goodbyes
we learn the heard way
not to trust the smile of a stranger
Ashes of a Shadow on July 18, 2006

We are the night.
Thieves cast shadows and we know the danger charm
it's what we open wounds to feel; cool slit of razors meet slight skin
diamond shatter of embraces
lost in worlds of chafing treason
subsonic echoes pulsate through concrete jungle
Abaddon is a fathom of the mind
where bats screech unholy disturbance
and vipers glide with mnemonic eyes that pulsate
like heartbeats for the afraid.
I lose myself in fear,
cry out, for thunder peals in my belly
estranged as an outcast sinner
an orphan of the dark.

I don't know your name
you shimmer beneath grimace of moon
stranglehold of fear is vice-like
and grips the cold metallic shape of skulls
anvil-shaped and cinder bronze
xanthic, as dry wood to rot in the rain.
I don't belong in this place,
so I run through empty corridors that never end
through Cathedrals where candles flicker in haunting wind
robes are druid malice of forgotten alchemy
now they contain magical barbarity.
I run. Always I run.

Do you know me?
Can you see me?
I'm where the splice of cracked windows
traces fissures of esoteric names.
I'm not alive anymore.
I'm the ghost of all souls beaming
like prism shots in the shadow light.

I am the one.
But we,
we are the night.
Sidra Sabella on July 17, 2006

sometimes i wonder how you get me everydamn time,maybe you read minds? either way i think i like thi9s one the very best of all you have written..well almost as much as theif of your eyes.you never cease to amaze^^
Ashes of a Shadow on July 17, 2006

Burning rose smiles, satin grimace
your cheeks the colour of death.
Many houses bare the secret echo of your name
like ghost-breeze, eternal shimmer meets skin
the laughing jester crawls belly-foward in my mind
his bells jangle and they sound heavyweight
like church clocks in tandem; midnight's keepers
Death-rattle like Cobra heads with red-eye hiss
of danger in the dark.
"Don't go in" I heard you whisper,
but it's too late
the door creaks finite resolution
the oak panels are dust-riddled
cobwebs stain windows.
Mirrors shatter like a house of cards
hearts black as spades left in lime-heavy sand
the ocean's far-off wave in doppelganger strides.
The smell of musty decay and eternity
closing in for caustic embrace.
There's nothing more to say:

When you are not there; just the ghost of my face.
Sidra Sabella on July 13, 2006

you have a uncanny gift for the silver tongue. what strikes me as very odd is that one of my code names(with my friend) is in fact jade. jesus,you never cease to amaze do you??*is stricken speachless* hmm well this i say to you.

we broke free of concrete oblivion
with demon's wicked grin
glinting on loaded questions
like,"why did you do it?
doubt shading her eyes in suicide red

we danced over mossy graves
shaking with the tremors of
still beating hearts that refuse to die
swallowing stale comforts of
life after death.

tumbling across the vast conspiricy
we landed on useful corpses
that coushioned our fall with
unsuspecting maggots
that never saw us coming.

the morning after we woke up
tangled in the aftermath of
why you shouldn't mix vodka and virgin blood
unless you have a death wish.

our laughter choked
like the scream of a rabbit
that stayed out too late
to ever come home again
but it was worth the sacrafice.
Ashes of a Shadow on July 13, 2006

HARE'S SONG

midnight (you breathe) lies. Lies jackhammer
(one day you die).

close your eyes; silence splits sapphire
lives of ashes on a wind trail. No where fast. and we
run
cold lovers epitomised by lost seasons

veils persist, heat released:
soft sanctuary on numb ground.

we have turned to face the last season;
vandalise history.

Silhouettes. Slow, see this
our songs, our frowns. they are gone.
we leap only towards the final eclipse

eyes meet jade metaphors and I kiss inside the poetry fire
pale mirrors break to milk tears
reflected in the moon's water.

mute child, say all you want
Hare's song in your breast frees melody
we are dreaming. Alive

Gothic skies mouth something:
harelips

summer rain finds home inside a room
through broken windows heavy traffic moans
and a hare's song born and then buried
(...throbbing). Alive

in the womb of the moon.

Edited on Jul 13, 2:35 p.m. because ''.
Sidra Sabella on July 12, 2006

I really didn't think anyone would read that all the way through^^ what a pleasent surprise! haha.
i did warn you that once i open up i never stop talking^^ tis true. when there is no one there i sometimes talk to myself(only if im really really tired)
thank you??
oh and- i will be adding more to my page as i go (mwuhahaha)ah the joys^^
looking back i realized i was damn close to telling my life story there..>.> i don't know how to feel about that.

im sorry about the Seance...and the Ouija board *cough* it was about 5 in the morning and its not like im too great with spelling anyway. my apologies^^ (Grammer nazis throw rocks at me, ^^)
its not like i don't try, but it doesn't always work out like i plan either.

yesyesyes!!, by the gods yes.i stay up till five(when most of my writing gets done, i tend to be a bit dilerious-wheee!)and then i wake up about noon...or so.>.> it works wonders for my writing but its a crimp in my social life that pisses off my parents to no end.mwuhahaha, like i could change it-psh!

oh god..i am rambling again....dammit! whoops. >.>

mmmm yes, that would give me great joy, please do plague my author page- i promise i will return the favor^^
Ashes of a Shadow on July 12, 2006

By the gods lady you can ramble for England. Despite being American. Nuff said. Seance is the spelling mate..ouija board..also. Never mind eh, you're trying. Seems to me you have many interests...thats the way to have a more fulfilled life, nice one. Tell you what being a night owl is perfect for poetry...I used to write 'til all hours of the early morning also, it's the best time to rock it on. I reckon. Plaguing your author page might become my new hobby, expect one every 3 days....maybe?? We'll see.....
marmalade jars on July 11, 2006

i just wrote a creepy poem! allpoetry.com/Poem/2118694 well it was from this morning but i call that recently!
Ashes of a Shadow on July 8, 2006

rather solid and beautifully fierce? ha ha...I like that. I'll take it as a compliment seeing as I can't look at the guy and say whether it's a fair comparison...so who knows. I think to achieve postcard status on DP you should send in a postcard with your name on?? I don't know if other stuff is necessary, but they can be bribed I guess, so who knows. I find your writing curiously odd, for your age it's full of a lot of emotional depth and torment. I think you might have lived more in 16 years than I might have in 29. Damn that. Anyway, thanks for compliments and words on some of my posts, see you here, see you there...see you, somewhere??? Take it easy Greta, all the best...Col.
Edited on Jul 12, 1:02 p.m. because ''.
FranticFad on June 22, 2006

Thank you for your kind words on "Acceptance"
marmalade jars on June 20, 2006

allpoetry.com/Poem/2081951
marmalade jars on June 20, 2006

did you read my poem "With Her"? you should. it's my first attempt at anything naughty -- and it's same sex. check it out! *nods*
marmalade jars on June 20, 2006

oh yay, thank you so much! i'm excited! ^__^
grannyeri on June 20, 2006

Appreciate the kind comment on my poem False Facade. So glad you enjoyed it. You are fairly new so welcome to AP. See you have been busy writing - congratulations on your first trophy. I remember how good that felt when I won my first one; now I just won my 101st - that feels good too. Most important thing about being on this site is to have fun, enjoy yourself.
marmalade jars on June 19, 2006

would you please be my ap girlfriend? you are so marvelous ^_^
Inner self on June 5, 2006

oh, and i was wondering if i could add you as a favourite please?
Inner self on June 5, 2006

wow thankyou for all your comments on my poems, yes i am just twelve i am not lying, but i am not afraid to show my emotion, and i know that is what makes a truly brilliant poem
marmalade jars on June 4, 2006

hey gurlie, i was wondering, would you be an ap girlfriend of mine? ^__^
Sidra Sabella on May 21, 2006

sometimes school actually teaches you somthing. im happy it turned out okay.
wittier than lunacy on May 17, 2006

Thank you for your comment. I wrote it when I was confused and angry/sad, but that has passed and things did work out. Strangely enough, it was a class assignment.
watergrove on May 10, 2006

thanks for your comment
BlueIsisQueenRaven on May 5, 2006

Oh dear one! I absolutely love your author page!! Beautiful and stunning!!!

~Lady Ashreal~

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