sanctified Veteran Posted May 19, 2002 Veteran Share Posted May 19, 2002 I considered myself a poet, maybe I can show you some of my works later Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keldyn Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 I'm more of a creative writer than a poet, although i can sure produce some credible works. My style however is mostly dark, and may depress some people. Nevertheless my english profs frequently dubbed me a "master of the pen" so i must be doing something right. I enjoy writing mostly sci-fi and fantasy stuff. If i can find any of my poetry i will post it. Just hope it dont scare no one away :p Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
h71y6 Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 I used to write poetry but have moved on to songs instead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VaxoP Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 learning english in high school has made me despise poetry.. although i liked it before Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Firebird Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 I used to be a poet, and I didnt even know it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sanctified Veteran Posted May 19, 2002 Author Veteran Share Posted May 19, 2002 I can?t drink the blood of your red lips because Im drunk with death, here, standing under my light and in the middle of the darkness, Behind the eyes of Lilith and in the front of Satan?s forhead reclaim your place, oh lord belial, your brother, Satan, has embraced the death, we must elevate you over the skies, over the heaven... ...feel the sublime spell of silence, wake over the heads of the mortals, open your praised wings and fly into oneiros, soak your finger in the blood of the condemned, let us rest in peace... ...and the mallevolent intent to conquer her heart fails, my ethereal image is tired, and she and her eons of life are laughting and bleeding in front on my veil of darkness covered in black behind the nervous hand of my evil God, embrace my memory, take the beauty of my blood, spill a tear in my decaying name of love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keldyn Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 Very nice saint. Powerful, moody. A fine piece of gothic horror, and some elements of vampyrism. You write very well. Pieces such as this had me dubbed as "disturbed" by one of my high school english teachers years ago, lol:P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shockz Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 I guess I am. I can do little things, nothing that will bring a tear to an eye or anything. lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kusanagi Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 Think so. It's not that I love writing, but I know I can do it well. So, someday, if I want to change my hobby to poetry or writing lyrics, I know I can do it ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aberflasm Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 i haven't written much poetry in awhile but if you are interested you can visit the website i abandoned at http://geocities.com/beatnex/prototype11b.html otherwise here is on called the ballad of u.n.i down the road we walk alone and tempt ourselves with subtle hints and as we glimpse into our thoughts in my heart i know im lost ther you find me and you guide me into yours *** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Borg77 Posted May 19, 2002 Share Posted May 19, 2002 I wouldn't call myself a poet since I don't have the knack for that kind of stuff. :o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wickedkitten Veteran Posted May 19, 2002 Veteran Share Posted May 19, 2002 Originally posted by [saint dark]I can?t drink the blood of your red lips because Im drunk with death, here, standing under my light and in the middle of the darkness, Behind the eyes of Lilith and in the front of Satan?s forheadreclaim your place, oh lord belial, your brother, Satan, has embraced the death, we must elevate you over the skies, over the heaven... ...feel the sublime spell of silence, wake over the heads of the mortals, open your praised wings and fly into oneiros, soak your finger in the blood of the condemned, let us rest in peace... ...and the mallevolent intent to conquer her heart fails, my ethereal image is tired, and she and her eons of life are laughting and bleeding in front on my veil of darkness covered in black behind the nervous hand of my evil God, embrace my memory, take the beauty of my blood, spill a tear in my decaying name of love b> thats the name of the new band I just created 10 seconds ago, Satan's Forehead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sanctified Veteran Posted May 20, 2002 Author Veteran Share Posted May 20, 2002 this is rated as my best poem, In fact I won a contest in my city with this, is short but meaningfull to me, but is in spanish and Im a little lazy to translate it, so if someone can do it please DO IT: Toma la daga bajo el verde recuerdo del inesperado final en tu sangre sucia, tus recuerdos no son el pasado de un presente, son el futuro de un ayer que paso desapercibido en las profecias del fin, en la oscuridad ya solo distingues im?genes de tu imaginaci?n, fragmentos mentales, productos de experiencias de odio y desaliento, el unico amor que existe es el amor a la muerte, al suicidio, y en un camino luminoso, de tonalidades rojas, das paso a paso, un poco mas cerca del infierno? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Otto Posted May 21, 2002 Share Posted May 21, 2002 Originally posted by [saint dark]this is rated as my best poem, In fact I won a contest in my city with this, is short but meaningfull to me, but is in spanish and Im a little lazy to translate it, so if someone can do it please DO IT:Toma la daga bajo el verde recuerdo del inesperado final en tu sangre sucia, tus recuerdos no son el pasado de un presente, son el futuro de un ayer que paso desapercibido en las profecias del fin, en la oscuridad ya solo distingues im?genes de tu imaginaci?n, fragmentos mentales, productos de experiencias de odio y desaliento, el unico amor que existe es el amor a la muerte, al suicidio, y en un camino luminoso, de tonalidades rojas, das paso a paso, un poco mas cerca del infierno? off of www.freetranslation.com comes this: It takes the dagger under the green remembrance of the unexpected end in your dirty blood, your remembrances are not the past of a present, are the future of a yesterday that unnoticed step in the profecias of the end, in the already alone darkness you distinguish images of your imagination, mental fragments, hatred experiences products and discouragement, the unico love that exists is the love to the death, to thea luminous road, of tonalidades red, you lead to step, a little but near the hell? i will translate it more to as i think you wrote it......generated translations are alway;)off ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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