Fenrir
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Post by Fenrir on Oct 1, 2010 0:21:16 GMT -5
Okay y'all post all you're pics, poems and what else here with this format.
Creator: Claim your work Category: What is your creation
>>>>>> Insert your goody here <<<<<<<
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Post by CREEPSHOW!? on Oct 2, 2010 20:51:40 GMT -5
Creator: Creepshow!? Category: Photo Manipulation
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Post by MistressofNight on Oct 8, 2010 0:47:54 GMT -5
Creator: MistressofNight Category: Poem Children of Darkness
Behind masks we hide Keeping our identity from light We’ve been bound in chains Making us obey. Our pitch black eyes Bleed with tears. Our scars show our struggle, Our wings tattered and torn, Nothing but bone. We bring fear to those who find love to be wonderful And bring hope to those born to darkness Our eyes burn red in anger and hate, Turning cold and black when sad. We’re slaves to ourselves. Bleeding for pleasure and in pain. We serve only the darkest, We’re the keepers of the dark magic. Bound in with the elements We feed off the energy of those unaware, We move within cemeteries Only under the pale moon shine We move in silence with the night Within the trees. What are we? That has been asked We are the children that call darkness home. The children of darkness.
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Post by unknownxauthor on Oct 28, 2010 18:41:49 GMT -5
Creator: UnknownxAuthor Category: Poem Heaven for You... Hell for Me
Broken are the wings of the fallen Crashing to the earth Tear of blood Cast a horrid glow from the heavens.
Glorious white feathers Are smeared with ash As the fallen Try to grasp onto something.
Once shimmering pure eyes Glow with the dullness of coal Their screams form and meld With the unearthly winds.
Lifeless wings Ache and reach upwards Oh how they long to remain In that paradise.
I see them falling to the ground One lands before my feet and reaches out Its eyes are full of pain as he begs me A smile creeps onto my face as I lean down.
Those fractured wings are all too familiar "Is this earth?" I hear him ask I glance around looking at the human made buildings.
Standing back up I give a smirk "No...this is hell..." And I leave him for the crows.
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Post by unknownxauthor on Oct 28, 2010 18:52:16 GMT -5
Last one... I promise XD Creator: UnknownxAuthor Category: Poem A Dark Inspiration
"Once upon a midnight dreary As I pondered weak and weary-" Those lines ring in my ears Along with the cracks of thunder that sting the night.
A poet with a geniusouly depressed mind Inspires me every time I dare close My sapphire stained eyes To drift off into that warped dream state.
I see the raven resting itself on the door Way above my lifted head Starring at me with its demon eyes As though piercing straight to my soul.
What is it trying to say to me? I am listening closely and starring back Will it speak to me like Poe himself? Am I destined to hear that same word?
It is sitting there almost lifeless Starring at me with an intense curiousity That I share right along with the feathered beast I wish that it would take its leave to the Night's Plutonian shore.
Alas, it remains Its demonic eyes eating away at my soul Piece by piece Like it would a dead animal Pulling the rotting flesh from its bones.
How I long for my eyes to pull away from the onyx beast Only to be stopped by the glued fixation That I have set upon the creature Its feathers glistening with the light from the room.
Finally, a movement making my eyes widen The raven stretches its long black wings Striaght up into the softly lighted air Screeching as it does.
Quoth the raven "Nevermore" So it speaks to me through the thunderstormed madness That same word Poe himself was tainted with Nevermore, nevermore.
My greatest inspiration Has become my greatest downfall Isn't that how it always works? Everything that is good always ends up horribly bad.
Poe's work has stained my untainted mind Leaving a dark black mark as it goes Turning once pure thoughts Into a dangerously twisted ones.
A hellishly loud crack of thunder makes me stur from my slumber Eyes open with a new glow to them They have been marked by the raven's demonic gaze Now they burn with that geniusouly depressed mind of Poe.
The storm outside continues to brew Making the rain crash loudly onto my window Lightning dances around without a care A wickedly twisted smile forms.
The raven is still there casting its shadow on my floor And the words of Edgar Allen Poe resurface in my mind "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!"
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lyrix
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Post by lyrix on Oct 29, 2010 23:17:14 GMT -5
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