black sin.....I really think your poetry is sublime.....it's macabrely romantic (if there's such a thing)....this one reminds me of a book on my shelf which I think you'd really enjoy....
In the gleam of night
where the steps of time
are turned into Black
and the sweet silence
is broken in pieces
there
the frozen sin awakes
& in agony craves
for just one glimpse
& touch of ur fingertips
the book is 'the left hand of darkness' by Ursula le Guin....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Originally posted by ISN black sin.....I really think your poetry is sublime.....it's macabrely romantic (if there's such a thing
You hit the nail on the head, ISN!
I really love your poems, BlackSin! I'm a big fan of the dark romantic (Love Clive Barker! - not quite the same but still dark and romantic) and you have a real gift for capturing that feeling! Mmmmm, mmmmarvellous!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
In my gallery you all came and stare
at the mystic night & the softness of her hair,
assassins of a black gloomy soul
kept locked behind the thin crystal wall.
Go toward the exit. The auction is now over.
With a sheet Black the painting will be covered.
To its painter this canvas has been sold.
I greet you good night and thank you all.
I can't be free with what's locked inside of me...
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Originally posted by BlackSin With hands tied
& bitter voice
I pray for rain
to fall down
& erase the name
stealthily written
in the pale sand
inside of my heart
i have read a lot of poetry upitl now.
poetry from different message boards of different bands.
all of them are good. really good.
but...i have never read anything as good as youres.
i actually have no words ...no words to explain how good all of it is.
brilliant...
shy away,run away,oh terrified child.
move away into the fucken tornado.
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a landless
caravan
that passes
the Desert
at night,
You,
by the moonlight
so silently
enter
my sight
& washed
my soul
in the Dirt
of your Love
the book is 'the left hand of darkness' by Ursula le Guin....
You hit the nail on the head, ISN!
I really love your poems, BlackSin! I'm a big fan of the dark romantic (Love Clive Barker!
at the mystic night & the softness of her hair,
assassins of a black gloomy soul
kept locked behind the thin crystal wall.
Go toward the exit. The auction is now over.
With a sheet Black the painting will be covered.
To its painter this canvas has been sold.
I greet you good night and thank you all.
Inside screams for outside.
Where is the answer?
In the corner of the broken towel.
I won't say goodbye.
I will leave this dove
on your window to cry,
everytime when my eyes get dry.
And the word was the world.
And the world was the end
Of the letter that has never been send.
a poem for you...
That's impossible
thing to do.
No words can ever say
the true meaning
of the sunshining ray.
No words can ever do
the way you washed away
the morning blue.
No words can ever fight
with the darkness
you've turned into light.
No words can ever show
the way you've change
the wind to blow.
I can't write a poem for you.
It's just impossible thing to do.
this one is supernice
i like the spaces
poetry from different message boards of different bands.
all of them are good. really good.
but...i have never read anything as good as youres.
i actually have no words ...no words to explain how good all of it is.
brilliant...
move away into the fucken tornado.