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A darkness
Lives inside,
That should forever be
Denied.

The beauty of the sin
Belied
By ugliness within.
Release of any sort
Denied.

The loneliness
I've lived with
Echoes in my head,
Combining with the
Bitter tears I've cried
And darkened blood I've shed.
All I wish is happiness
But the sweet caress, the soft touch I am
Denied.
©2006-2010 ~AngelicPhantom
:iconangelicphantom:

Author's Comments

I kind of like the rhyming and how the verses ended up in this piece.

Anyway, you shouldn't be surprised anymore, another piece of dark and almost violent imagery.

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:iconcabres:
Pretty cool. And, the way you have your verses set up reminds me of something of mine . . . I just can't remember what(I think I write too much). But, it's still good.

Also, you have a small faux pas . . . should not shoul*

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Games are played by those whom have time to kill. I play no games, because time is killing me.
~C. Scotio

You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job.
~Laurence J. Peter
:iconboo-88:
:+fav:

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Love is not a snooze button on your alarm clock because when it goes off the first time in the morning the thought of your loved one makes it impossible to fall back asleep
:iconangelicphantom:
:) thanks...why did you like it?

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realise. real eyes. real lies.

'how can i want to die when i never wanted to live in the first place'.

crazy is in the mind of the beholder. (copyrighted to me!!! i made up that quote!!!! :evillaugh:
:iconangelicphantom:
lol i shall go fix the faux pas right now...

thnks heaps :) i worked on the rhyming trying to make it all work and flow...haha and it was bloody hard.
i often see work that reminds me of something of mine...haha and i go back through my work and i so cant ever remember which piece it reminds me of. i cant believe how many pieces iv put up on here ay...its scary how they have mounted up...

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realise. real eyes. real lies.

'how can i want to die when i never wanted to live in the first place'.

crazy is in the mind of the beholder. (copyrighted to me!!! i made up that quote!!!! :evillaugh:
:iconboo-88:
yea i was pretty quiet with that one wasnt i lol..

it just.. spoke to me.. not like talked lol..but i could relate to it a fair bit.. ok that didnt help much did it.. im not good at this lol

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Love is not a snooze button on your alarm clock because when it goes off the first time in the morning the thought of your loved one makes it impossible to fall back asleep
:icongoldensalamander:
I like the rhythm, too.

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Create today........
Sandi
:iconcabres:
Yeah. It does get scary when it gets that full.

Also, I try not to make my poems rhyme. The only time I do it, is when I'm not COMPLETELY disturbed by something. When I am, I just jot down my feelings as they come. Rhyming puts a limiter on what you can and can't say. When you free-form it, you let the floodgates loose.

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Games are played by those whom have time to kill. I play no games, because time is killing me.
~C. Scotio

You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job.
~Laurence J. Peter
:iconjedi-gemstone:
Very nice poem hun, nice structure to it

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Solitare is like life, just because you have all the ace's, all the right things, doesn't mean you'll necesarily win.
~Self-InjuryClub
*EverybodyPlush
:iconangelicphantom:
thank you very much :)

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realise. real eyes. real lies.

'how can i want to die when i never wanted to live in the first place'.

crazy is in the mind of the beholder. (copyrighted to me!!! i made up that quote!!!! :evillaugh:
:iconangelicphantom:
yeah, free-form can be a lot easier to express yourself with...but iv found that poems like 'Story of my Life', 'My Favorite Things' and 'Who Loves Love' just flowed in rhyme. they fell out of the ends of my fingers just like my thoughts do usually in free-form.

it would be cool to have your input into my poetry...id really value your comments if you found the time sometime maybe.

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realise. real eyes. real lies.

'how can i want to die when i never wanted to live in the first place'.

crazy is in the mind of the beholder. (copyrighted to me!!! i made up that quote!!!! :evillaugh:

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