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Comment by Onyx Rose Marie Maxey on February 15, 2012 at 6:01pm

Eyes a pure sapphire, and full lips stained red

The Goddess of the Night, removes all dread.

Long,soft hair, blacker then the night

A motherly face, that removes all fright.

Warm, nimble fingers, ending in perfect black nails

In the Goddess's eyes, her children cannot fail.

Always donned in black, she finds comfort in the dark

Upon her pale, glowing face, rests her Holy mark

A swirling caress, of circles and runes

A blessing placed upon her, A gift from the moon.

She sweeps by soundlessly, not a care in her mind

The 5 elements, follow in her wake, never far behind

Casting a circle, Music begins to play

She brings the elements to her, in her own special way.

First is Air, Then Fire, Water Earth

Then spirit is last, because it's closest to her.

As she closes the circle, Day begins to break

and the elements stay close, still lying in her wake.

For now, she is done, her work here is finished.

The morning has begun, the veil is diminished.

As she walks away, she wispers "Until the next Samhain,

Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again!"

Comment by lena hope morris on February 8, 2012 at 3:31pm

we have gone dead speak up!

Comment by lena hope morris on November 27, 2011 at 2:47pm

BLADE

by lena morris

 

blissful are my recent dreems

filled with floating pink roses

kisses warm upon my cheek

the air cleerer than water

eyes that gaze upon me with a longing stare

i give into the ravenouse beast

never wondering where paths will lead

i want to stop i scream i yell

i wished only for a fathers love

not for him my lover

he steals from me a secret thing

that should be stowed away

but instead its flaunted greedily

i swear not to tell this my own secret

its my fault any how

my hug led to his venomous kiss

mayhap thats why it pained me

why i feel like trash used

never again will i know where i belong

who i can trust is not known

where can i go but no where

i am used hated and hurt

i find pleasure only in my own pain

new collections of gashes cover my arms

roads i paved myself with a slender blade

looking at them makes me lust for more

the knifes edge kisses my skin

with its tender loving bite 

assuring me i can feel something

inside i look for a soul

all i find is stone carved and weighed 

so that it pulls down on my small chest

tearing at my eyes

one last cut as i say my goodbyes

Comment by lena hope morris on November 27, 2011 at 2:35pm

HATE

By Lena Morris

 

hate is the greatest feeling ive ever known

somewhat stronger than love itself

it hides itself inside your bosom

years after years its repressed

then out it lashes its hands bearing claws

its mouth bearing fangs

you rip at it AND its opponent

despising them both bitterly

DIE you want to screem

LEAVE ME ALONE you want to say

but hate chokes you so you cant

all you can do is lay in its tightening coils

squeezing and consuming your life

till it IS you and you ARE it

like death youll never rest

like birth youll feel the pain

but never will it let you love again

Comment by lena hope morris on November 25, 2011 at 11:02am

i feal

by Lena

 

I look into my lovers eyes

all i feel is warmth

but when i think of my mothers heart

i feal black and dull

i wish all the time to be normal

why would i wish this though

i feel different and confused

i feel demented and evil

i miss the seconds when im in the arms of someone i love

the warm sensation

the sweet smell of skin

the power rushing through my veigns

it makes it so that im in pure bliss

adrenelines the only way i know to recreate these moments

i take something anything sharp

and gash my wrist 

it sends me to a high no-one else could imagine

i feel very little pain

never will i regret my choice

my blood makes a tingling run through my entire body

caressing me entirely

from my light head

to my lead toes

kiss me my love once more 

this is my goodbye

Comment by Jillian Anka on November 12, 2011 at 9:01pm

Pieces of me

By Renee’

 

I am a pretty young girl

Who always dresses to the nines

I am a naughty girl

You would want to tie me down

I am a nasty girl

Who thoughts of what you can do to me

Excite the fire in my soul

I am a bitch

I have slept with too many girls

This is pieces of me

 

I am a lesbian woman

Do you hate me?

I am a gay lover

Do I pose a threat to you?

I am a dyke

Do you want to hurt me?

I am butch

Does my femininity amaze you?

Just pieces of me

 

I am a sick girl

My pretty looks are gone

I am a bald woman

This look will frighten you

I am a leukemia sufferer

This makes me less desirable

I am an ugly girl

Do you hate me?

I am just me

Pieces of me

 

 

 

Comment by Jillian Anka on November 12, 2011 at 8:59pm

THE OLD SILVER CLOCK

BY RENEE'

 

WE DON'T TALK MUCH ANY MORE

AND WHEN WE DO

IT DOES NOT LAST VERY LONG

WE SAID FOR RICHER AND FOR POOR

IT WAS JUST AN ILLUSION THAT IS NOW GONE

WE SHARE ONE HEART FOR TWO

NOW ALL THAT IS LEFT IS THE SMELL OF TIME

OLD PHOTOGRAPHS AND OLD LOVE SONGS

 

ONCE WE LAUGHED TOO MUCH

NOW ALL THAT IS LEFT IS DRY VOICES

TALKING OF TIMES GONE BY

NOW WE CRY TOO MUCH

A TEAR OR TWO ALWAYS SEEMS TO CLOUD OUR EYES

 

 

I TREMBLE AS I WATCH

THE OLD SILVER CLOCK

WHEN MY DAY IS THROUGH

IT'S TICK-TOCKS ARE OH SO SLOW

IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO'

IT SAYS: 'I'LL WAIT FOR YOU'

 

I DREAM NO MORE

MY POEMS HAVE GONE TO SLEEP

AND THE RHYM HAS LOST ITS MEANING

THE ROMANCE IS DEAD

AND NO MORE DOES IT SING

MAKING ME FEEL HAPPY ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

 

 

I DON'T MOVE NO MORE

MY WORLD'S BECOME TOO SMALL

AND MY BODY FEELS LIKE LEAD

I MAY LOOK OUT THE WINDOW

OR ELSE SIT IN THIS CHAIR

BUT LATELY I JUST STAY IN BED

AND IF I GO OUT

THERE IS ALWAYS SOME ONE HELPING

ARM IN ARM, ARM IN ARM,

IN THE MORNING'S CHILL

 

I HAVE A GOOD CRY

SAY MY LAST GOOD BYE'S

THEN I GO HOME

TO MY COLD AND LONELY BED

AND WATCH AS TIME TICKS BY

I STARE AT THE OLD SILVER CLOCK

WHEN MY DAY IS THROUGH

IT TICK TOCKS OH SO SLOW

IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO'

IT SAYS: I'LL WAIT FOR YOU

 

YOU SAY I WILL NEVER DIE

I WILL JUST PUT DOWN MY HEAD AND GO TO SLEEP

DREAMING OF HOLDING HER HAND

LIKE LIL CHILDREN IN THE PARK

BUT I WILL GET LOST ANYWAY

NO ONE WILL REMAIN

JUST AN EMPTY ROOM

WITH NO MORE SOUNDS

IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW

MY POEMS HAVE FADED AWAY

WITH ONLY AN ECHO LEFT BEHIND

 

REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO TALK

THOSE SUN FILLED DAYS

WE USED TO RUN AND PLAY

NOW IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO SMILE

IT HURTS TOO MUCH

BUT THAT IS MY LIFE

IT GOES ON STILL FOR ANOTHER DAY

 

I TRY TO ESCAPE

THE OLD SILVER CLOCK

WHEN THE DAY IS THROUGH

IT'S TICK-TOCKS OH SO SLOW

IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO'

IT SAYS:'I'LL WAIT FOR YOU'

 

THE OLD, OLD SILVER CLOCK

THAT'S HANGING ON THE WALL

THAT WAITS FOR US ALL

 

 

 

 

Comment by Nicole troyer (SongWeaver) on August 12, 2011 at 9:35am

i wrote this poem a few years ago, i had no idea why i wrote it, or what it meant. but i'm going to take a guess and say that these might be some of the Goddesses emotions expressed through the worlds weather patterns.

 

 tears falling, like rain from the cloud.

anger and pain,

lightning and thunder.

A to L and P to T

both sets are twins

 

 rage, it burns like fire,

over dry grass,

in the aftermath of a lightning strike.

pain, resonating,

like the sound, the sound of thunders loud clap

as it vibrates through your core.

 

 hatred,

the spinning,

dark vortex,

like that of a tornado,

ripping through flatlands.

 

 cold fear,

like ice on a road,

slippery, freezing,

painful and dangerous.

locking your limbs,

making you numb.

 

 love,

the quiet,

the peace after the storm.

it's fragile,

it's delicate,

like a beautiful flower.

 

love,

warming the heart,

enlightening the mind,

strengthening the body,

giving you joy.

Comment by Lake on July 13, 2011 at 11:13pm

A poem that speaks as Semele (Dionysus' mother) to Dionysus:

Dreams eclipse truth from my eyes
Time whispers dythrambic sighs
Sweet life blistering in the twilight
As here I dwell in endless night
The prison of fate has found me
& chained me behind its gates
for, by the brilliance of your fathers being
ushered, was I, into deaths arms.
Son, great god Dionysus
Make haste, and find me within Hades' palace walls;
By moonlight, you must travel
into its depths
Cross the rivers Acheron and Cocytus
to the land of Erebus,
here you find the gates of Tartarus
three headed dragon tailed Cerebus awaits;
Wise son, as from the lips of Tisiphone
This beast reasons only with the language of music.
Once through the gates you must venture 'cross these rivers three:
Phlegethon, of fire
Ther river Styx, and
Lethe, the river of forgetfullness.
I dream of nights alive with passion
Dancing, singing, laughing in fascination
We run through the heavens in a wild chase
& touch the earth with a light embrace.

Comment by Erin Nichole Ouellette on April 28, 2011 at 3:49pm

Heart of a Lady

 

Tall trees with leaves of green, reaching toward the sea of him.   Makeing an arched walkway of browns then greens, shadeing out but the barest hint of the Golden Sky King.  Hard packed dirt of ground tranquality in every step.  For here in the trees her secrets are kept.  God is she beautiful, in the truest and purest form.  Leaves of green, barks of brown, and tiny animals all around.

She loves him you know, with all her heart.  She just never lets him see the young maiden giggleing with girlish glee.  Because it is her heart to keep even though it's her heart he makes leap, every time he touches her green cheek.  A twig snappes under foot, the only sound in these hallow places.  No buildings around just empty spaces.  I come upon a clearning that has a rose mounted within a pedistal.  The sun is gently caressing her blushing red petals.

 

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