who here are considered poets?


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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

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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

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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

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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 ;)

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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

***

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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 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 b>

thats the name of the new band I just created 10 seconds ago, Satan's Forehead

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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?

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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 ;)

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