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Battered RosesNothing now but battered roses fallen to the beatings of society, longing to be saved from such

Departed canvases for now no longer whole but cut in half, torn apart only to see scattered bloody

Pieces floating away amongst the floor, why should I wake when I am half past dead, for ailing misery

Knows no such company, just another pretty face, dying amongst the presence of horrid composers,

Every piece broken off, is the tormenting of a bellowing heart, I pray someone will pick up the pieces

And understand such indisposed sufferings…..

The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soul
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart

Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late

Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws

Gothic CinderellaGothic Cinderella

Cinderella wanted so much to go the Gothic ball
But she had chores to do
And her step sisters kept finding more to do
She wanted to listen to Nightwish and Within Temptation
While her sisters listened to One Direction
The sisters dressed in high street fashion
They shopped at Miss Selfridges and Next
Cinderella liked gothic clothing
Victorian cloaks with white frills
She had piercings and wore combat boots
The stepsisters did not approve
They thought she was strange
Perhaps on the borderline of insanity
They always picked on Cinderella
They were both going to the Gothic Ball
Even though they didn't like the music
It was the

How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.

Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.

Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.

And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.

WordsTaking your words I crumpled them up, and put them in my little woolen pocket, every step drags

Me down for I know, I am going to have to carry them about somberly in the breeze, such pain is not

Escapable, for words clench the blood out of my heart, leaving it only to be severed with the rest of

The organs to follow, such words consume me like a dark plague, with nowhere yet but to scurry to the

Walls of my brains, knowing now what must be done, taking a knife as a relic of nonexistent fear, cutting

Only deep down to make a hole, in hope longing pain goes out, my eyes burn with lasting joy as I watch

The words fall with drips of blood,

LinesSeeing through it all can be an everlasting savior, for those left who cannot, such fear comes to be

Inescapable to the eyes, one more to creep over into its place, taking time away with every glance

One more to tread, bitterness succumbing every step a maze of lengthened simplicity, wrapped into

Hallucinations of a morbid mind crossing the streams of living, watching the lines in the world passing

Slowly by searching only to waste time, for they are never going to change, the moments come and go

Only to leave, the mind troubled with voices festering in the immorality of fear…..

My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...

The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.

A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.

Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer

ShadowsCardboard cut-outs,
Shadows of men,
A bloody war,
That no-one will win.

The war that comes,
Of a broken man,
And the burning sun,
Charring the outlines.

Now we meld,
With all we despise,
Melt into hell,
Chaos... Disarray.

Sanity inside,
In dark we hide,
Monsters and men,
One for every ten.

Ten part monster,
One part man,
Without a master,
Without a plan.

Just dark,
And un-preened claws,
Just flesh,
And blood on the walls.

Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to

Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my

Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,

As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep

Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for

A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my

Little wings of white flames….

Ode to Majora's Mask's MoonYour horrifying smile
Stares down at me.
I run around Termina Town,
With great haste.
I must get everything
Done
In 3 days.

You fall
Elegantly
Down on us.
With time
I trust
You’ll crush
Us.

I watch you,
Your red-orange eyes
Scares me.
With its beauty
Knowing what
Will come.
2 days remain.

Townspeople in denial
Ignore your beauty
On the dawn of the Final Day
24 hours remain
My quest is
at an end
I know must run for
Your apocalypse
Has
Begun

Night of the 13thNight of the 13th
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?

War and DeathWar was one a game
A game with sticks and toy guns
It didn’t mean anything
Now war means everything
War invades our minds
Intrudes on our hearts
It is no longer a game, but real
Where people get hurt
Where people really die

Death was once just a word
A word with little meaning to me
It didn’t have meaning
Now death means everything
Death kills our joy
Murders are love
It is no longer just a word, but fate
That leaves people hurt
That leaves people dead

War and death is all too real
To real in our lives anymore
War is everything
Death leaves nothing
War captures our minds
Death drowns our love
They are no longer games or words, b

Heart cushions for him.Copy paper sneezes – glittering ear pins;
toppled ribs laced in vitamins –
a synonymous murder,
to a pale yellow strand:
Victorian madam!

Who forgot her button,
and the fan she stuck through her head –
he had to navigate her corpse;
an anonymous chap –
tucking her knees into his backpack,
munching on iron and folic acid.

Ode to the ZombieMy wounded soul bleeds,
Because of these insidious seeds,
That have been planted,
Within the very depths,
Of my beating heart,
Corrupting all,
My thoughts plummet and fall,
From a malfunctioning brain,
Screaming from intense pain,
Looking into the mirror,
I can see that my body decays,
And I weep for former vanity,
As the infection pushes me,
Closer and closer to insanity,
Turning away,
I search for all the healthy people,
Intending to satiate,
My hunger fueled hate,
Upon the flesh and muscle of the living….
----Written by EKKnight

DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices

Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed

To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked

Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such

Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are

Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….

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My Insanity

by ~vampirelily56, Nov 26, 2011, 7:17:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I lay on the floor were the
darkness has taken its tow
I sit and wait for you to arrive
yes you the one that wants me
"Insanity" i say in the dark of the night

You enter through my
mind taking control the
things i have put in my memory
gone replaced with death and darkness
you help me up so i can do your biding
the deaths of others life and soul

I walk in the darkness under
your control your my life my soul
If not for you i would be happy
But in the end i will have just
one place to go and one thing
to be with I will be in hell and with
You my soul, life My Insanity

My Insanityby ~vampirelily56

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

©2011-2013 ~vampirelily56

well this is a feeling i have had for awhile it is my insanity i always put my feelings into my poems and this is what i got soo i hope you enjoy my Insanity sadness sorrow and regret i am one to make sad poems and such soo tell me if you like i spent time and meant every word in this poem Enjoy My Insanity

The time i spend on earth is nothing like the time spend in Hell

~Wandering-Serenity May 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

In the second line is "tow" supposed to be "toll?"

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~demonrobber Feb 22, 2012

Mental illness can change your life. I have been diagnosed as schizo-affective. It leaves you listless and depressed. When psychosis takes over the world is a strange and mixed up place. Medication does work but it has side-affects. Poetry can be good therapy. Thanks for sharing. An interesting read.

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~vampirelily56 Feb 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thxs that means a lot to me coming from u

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~Ziimmy Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

can i make a picture that i JUST thought of?

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~vampirelily56 Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

for what?

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~Ziimmy Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

the poem,

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~vampirelily56 Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

yup

ill tell u what?

ELLIE'S ON CRACK

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~Ziimmy Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

XD HAhAHAHAH

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~vampirelily56 Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Wait waaa

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~Ziimmy Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

those icons are funny. 'w'

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