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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2003 2:14 am Post subject: Darque Gothick Poetry (Joke) |
Right, so...I was kinna bored and doped up on cold medication..and I started this post for a character I roleplayed as on Livejournal..and it got a bit carried away..so here are a few prime excerpts of my lovely Darque Gothick Poetry!
Blood pounding in my veins
It hurts too much
To go on
Darkness consumes my soul
I am in a cage
Cannot break free
Only time
Will save me
Sinking slowly into my own emotions
I wave goodbye to my sanity
All these dark and dreary devotions
And nothing here to set me free
Crimson stains upon my skin
Sapphire tears upon my eyes
Ebony knife dropped on the ground
Silver blade
No longer do I fear
Chills like electric currents run through my body
Cold wind upon my hidden desires
Too little too late too much was lost
And nothing ever gained
The darkness consumes my being
My heart a blackened hole
Body dying slowly after
Hole getting filled with Jello!
With longing sighs I cast a glance
So far away the moonlight does dance
And here I am stuck in this cage
And I can't even find a colouring page
The moon is out, day turned to night
And in the forest there is no light
The trees wave over me like dangerous monsters
Or maybe like teen girls at a Backstreet boys concert
The leaves fall all around me
As I sadly trod my path
I wonder what the meaning of life is
As I stare at the burned broom shed
(and then I broke out the dictionary.com)
Melancholy cheerlessness beats at my cold heart
Like ice cubes down my back, the dysphoria tears at me
The abasement and abjection of my soul
Like a bowl of cheerios without milk
The distress of my affliction becomes too much for my mourning soul
Shame is my playmate, a champion of death
Be not Proud, oh simple creatures
For pride is my proselytizer
Ah, and she so lacked in lenity, that her altruism was invisible
The contemptuousness of her black heart, the abhorrence of her soul
Her emerald eyes gazed into me like an oracle
A psychic, and she told me what I needed to know
For breakfast, I'd had toast
The icy frost of the animal's glare
Was like something really cold
The tempestuous storm of its uncontrolled stare
Gave way to a turbulent mix of emotions
And then I kicked it into a tree
And there will be more (I haven't finished my posts) but, yeah. Feel free to write your own! ^_____^ |
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Minosheep Doesn't get a custom rank.

Age: 36 Gender:  Joined: 27 Oct 2002 |
Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2003 9:26 pm Post subject: |
*loves Shandriz*
Hehehehe.... A rather perfect duplication. Especially that whole stupid thesaurus thing people do. |
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Shandriz Your Death Shall be Swift

Gender:  Joined: 28 Sep 2003 |
Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2003 2:53 am Post subject: |
*loves the Demonic* Yeah, once I got out the Thesaurus it was all just totally silly. ^_^ but fun! |
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EXP: 7111 HP: 2100
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STR: 700 END: 700 ACC: 1000 AGI: 1400
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