| a poem for someone
Posted: 4/2/2009 2:08:24 PM | I'm right there with ya darlin..i spent about 6 years alone all together. It wasn't til recently that i started seeing someone..so most of my poems are pretty depressing. If you go check out my thread you'll see what i mean..and you inspired the poem i wrote with your writings..so please keep it up..i am enjoying them very much, even if no one else seems to be paying attention (i don't think many read my thread anymore either)  but i don't care..i just keep posting for the few who do read me. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2009 11:27:04 PM | scars.....
its everything you keep inside that makes you what i see
your wounds and scars from careless hands are beautiful to me
its not the fact they exist at all nor the acts that set them there
it's what i see beneath the scars, a soul still pure and fair
emerald fires.....
When darkness falls and it surrounds.
Emerald flames arrive in bounds.
And through the darkness off the night.
The panther has her in his sight.
Hunting, stalking, circling round.
Padding treads the only sounds.
Closing softly on his prey.
Emerald glowing eyes aflame.
Closer draws the feral beast.
Stalking towards a soul unleashed.
Held in place by dark desire
Burning flames of emerald fire.
The panther moves so soft so light.
Emerald glowing eyes alight
His prey she stands alone in fear.
Sensing that he's drawing near.
With frozen breath and racing heart.
here in this forest a world apart.
Her needs have brought her to this place.
Desires tears upon her face.
The panther moves into her sight.
With emerald glowing eyes alight.
She falls upon her knees in tears.
This beast her hunter finally near.
He moves to her with silken grace.
As emerald fires light her face.
She lifts her eyes from ground to beast.
And knows she shall become his feast.
And softly says "my trust my love becomes my leash".
emotions clash both wrong and right.
The tears flow free to steal her sight.
She lifts her hands to clear her eyes.
But the darkness there belies.
Has gone her beast with emerald eyes.
She stares into the blackened night.
Seeking for an emerald light.
But blackness covers all this land.
She turns to flee but a gentle hand
so warm and strong About her wrist his fingers tight.
He turns her round and in the night.
His eyes aglow with emerald light.
He wraps her in his gentle arms and whispers.
Never will you come to harm.
The love and trust you gave to me.
Binds me to you as you to me.
He takes her hand and kisses her and wipes away her tears.
Her soul is bound she feels no fear.
For she can feel him near.
And after all it was her heart.
That called this creature here.
She holds him and he pulls her near.
His gentle strength allays her fears.
He holds her now where she belongs.
And on her throat a collar strong.
To show the world that she desires.
To be held forever in emerald fires.
for a friend.....
a mind awash in storm tossed thoughts. no place that she calls home, i only wanted for her to be safe, and not feel so alone.
a troubled call to a caring soul set me on my way, to bring her here at any cost, and here to let her stay
i listened as she told me of the hurts she held inside, i listend to the things she said. and listened as she cried. and everything she shared with me i'll always hold inside.
she let me see the things she hid from others that she knew. and it hurt me to see that even these were far between and few.
i knew that i would help her to get her own life back, and away from the things that had hurt her so, to reclaime what now she lacked.
i wont forget the lovely sight the first day that she smiled, and everyday i saw her healing more and hurting less, it made it all worthwhile.
theres nothing in the world i want more than for her to feel, to know, believe and see, that even in this briefest time, she means the world to me.
im not her lover, boyfriend or mate. im just the man you see, hoping that she finds her peace, her love, her serenity. every dream she might have had, and all that she might ever need | |
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Posted: 4/5/2009 11:53:24 PM | Goth guy..i really enjoy your poems..thanks much for sharing them.  | |
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Posted: 4/6/2009 12:29:55 AM | i sent off a private message shadowgirl...i am glad to have your feedback on my paltry writings...its nice to be understood...chaste hugs
more to come in time
goth guy | |
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Posted: 4/6/2009 12:41:29 AM | I will be looking forward to that
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| to the girl who matters most to me...weather she knows it or not
Posted: 4/7/2009 1:54:41 AM | the girl.......
in tender thoughts i dream of you, its you who holds my heart.
and when im basking in your light, i never wish to part.
you give me reasons to exist, you turn my dark to light.
i wish that you were next to me, each and every night.
there's nothing you could ask of me, i woulden't gladly do.
the things i feel when im with you are simply sweet and true.
you make me want to be the things that you want me to be.
you're everything i never knew i thought a girl should be.
and even if were not to be, a dream that never wakes.
i wont forget the simple dreams, that you helped me to make.
i never want to lose you girl, no matter what the cost.
because the truth is, without you girl i'd be truely lost.
but if you feel you must be alone, and set yourself apart.
i won't try to make you stay, i'd never cage your heart.
all i want from you sweet girl, is for you to find your place.
and always in my sweetest dreams i'll always see your face. | |
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| for someone i once believed loved me
Posted: 4/7/2009 1:59:26 AM | ......my little kitten......
like a kitten you come to me, so sensual and so sleek
and in your eyes so deep and dark, im drowning as we speak
little kitten i long to hold you, warm and safe as you sleep
and give you everything you need, my heart is yours to keep
something that i need so much, is there apon your fingertips
and heaven holds no dream for me, sweeter than your lips
my kitten you move like a fantasy, like light and shadows at play
theres no one else my little kitten with whom i wish to stay
i dont really know why i feel this way i only know that i care
and as long as you allow me too, my kitten i'll always be there
theres nothing you could ask of me i would not gladly do
you mean the world to me my kitten, im falling in love with you
i never hoped or dared to dream i'd meet someone like you
but until the world ends or you send me away, my kitten i'll always love you | |
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| for someone i once believed loved me
Posted: 4/7/2009 8:38:11 AM | well i stopped and looked....what a nice surprise.........gg.............you got skills my friend.......<-;
can't think of anything to write right now.............but i will................grrrrrrrrr | |
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| Just a Dream
Posted: 4/7/2009 3:03:54 PM | yes he does
Long ago, there once was a time,
That I dreamt you were all mine
In this dream, it all felt so incredibly real
Everything we did I will forever feel
Oh my love, when you touched me,
Your love was all I could feel or see
When you held me in your arms so tight,
I felt as though every thing was right
When I heard you whisper my name,
I know it will never sound the same.
When we walked quietly on the sand
Walking close together, hand and hand
We watched the enchanting sun as it set
I believe I will never be able to forget
But, my darling, it was merely a dream,
One I know will never again be seen. | |
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Posted: 4/12/2009 1:21:02 AM | .....lies.....
a temporary bliss i find in your eyes,
a gaze and then i tell myself my lies, i sigh,
turning in apon myself, i believe in the lies'
im falling in love with you, im falling for my lies'
and when at last i see you clear, i see through the lies'
i become what i always was a desperate stupid lonely guy,
with no one at all who cares a bit except for what i buy,
in all this time you would think id learn,
not to fall again, not to let myself get burned,
i used to always think that someday someone would care,
someone would feel what i feel when i see you standing there,
but now i know theres no hope for me no point in trying to care,
no cause for me to be here, a vacant body just using air,
and still i remain, owed perhaps to fear, a razors kiss if i only dared,
to speed me from my pain, and laying in the cold embrace,
my grave a welcome home, i know that no ones weeping above,
and no one misses me, its better this way, that no one cares,
id never believe it anyway because where were you in my living days
.....a farewell to "asia".....
and in the dark my soul is blind forever dark within my mind
this blackened state is where i find all that you left behind
an image of you i cant escape it fills my every thought
a memory of hopefull dreams that reality has brought to naught
i saw in you a chance to love a girl who just might need me too
a soul alone or so i thought i dreamed i might get close to you
id never seen such a perfect creature a gorgeous form and perfect face
i knew i wanted to be next to you and and wrap you in my sweet embrace
and then i got to speak to you your voice was a dream to me
and every thing you ever wanted or needed was what i wanted to be
more and more i spent the nights i could with you wondering if perhaps it was true
i wrote you poems and bought you flowers and a crystal necklace glowing blue
and every waking moment and every pleasant dream was filled with thoughts of you
and always people said to me it wasnt true to watch myself dont fall in love with you
i refused to listen i knew you weren't the kind of girl that they all said that you would be
each sunday night i'd go to see you only wanting for you to be near me
but then it happened im such a fool i tried to be calm and keep my cool
but the pain was too much for me to bear i had to get away from there
it hurt me more than i thought it would but i guess its a lesson learned
im not the kind of guy you want or need another bridge has burned
theres no blame i could cast its not your fault that i was too blind to see
you were just playing your part and playing my heart to get what you needed from me
i still think of you and i care about you too much still
i've tried to forget the things i felt but i guess i never will
its ok i will survive i wont let this destroy me
and i hope you find what you really want...it simply wont be me | |
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Posted: 4/12/2009 1:38:35 AM | Beautiful as always darlin...hope you are well. | |
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Posted: 4/12/2009 2:16:30 AM |
im falling in love with you, im falling for my lies'
and when at last i see you clear, i see through the lies'
i become what i always was a desperate stupid lonely guy,
Hi, GothGuy aka smokerpanther; I enjoyed your 'lies' poem, I hi-lighted my favorite part. You have a strong personality, some poets won't understand your voice because of what there used too; Its good to have something different to read; I'm a bit betwixt by your intentions to share at the beginning of this thread; but I can understand you use poetry to allay your heart felt feeling; that is brave of you; never lost your voice.
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Posted: 4/12/2009 2:25:09 AM | ...well shadowgirl...thank you but im not really well...i opened a few old wounds by going back a little into my past...that song on the lyrics thread...father figure....
i met a girl friday eve...so beautiful and yet somewhat aloof and yet still we held eachother several time throughout the night...
everything she did and said...was everything i needed...i felt like crying several time that night...
yeah...she just happens to be a stripper...but she has plans beyond that
she was simply perfect
it just happened that the song "father figure"...fits perfectly...and i have been crying off and on all weekend listening to that song and thinking of her...its ****ed up...i dont even REALLY know her...but the timing was perfect...or more correctly perfectly ****ed up...
i know she wasnt "hunting" me...i persued her friday night...she was sitting alone at the bar in the club...until i started the conversation by sitting at her stage and tipping her...we talked the rest of the night...and yes...she got three dances from me...but not by asking me to buy them ...i cant get her or that damn song out of my head
i have been listening to that song and thinking of her and crying since then...
i dont ask for anyone to understand...and i know the rule about falling for strippers...i dont care ...maybe i needed this to assure myself that i can still care...
all i know is...
i want to be the guy in that song for her...loving and caring for her despite everything...and i know i could be...if but given the chance
the trouble is... i know that just like every other girl...i know that that chance never existed...and never will...but still i convinced myself it just might happen...and so ...no...im not ok...but im dealing...the tears make it hard to type and the pain is a raw wound inside my soul...but still...id rather feel this pain...above feeling nothing at all...maybe someday...someone will understand it and actualy return this feeling...but on that day ...if it ever happens...i'll want to die...before the feeling fades....the sweetest thing id ever read was on a goth girls profile...(this brought tears to my eyes by the way)...she wrote...
"i want to die holding your hand"
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Posted: 4/12/2009 2:41:19 AM | lucid......the words you just wrote...and what you have shared prior to this...means a lot to me...
i DO write from my heart with minimal "touch up"...
i learned that to apply my type of logic to my poetic writing in any atempt to "fix" my poetry usualy results in a nice academic read devoid of feeling...you, sir...have a real talent with words...my own poems are nothing but rants from my heart and soul...raw...mostly unrefined and somewhat uninspired in the eyes of some others
my words are mostly the bloodsplatters of my soul landing on paper or screen...and for the most part i care not what anyone else thinks
but your words and our beloved shadowgrrl's are beautiful to me...perhaps because i see them from the depth of my own hurt and despair instead of from a lofty perch of education and instruction...your form is better than my own...but i see beyond the structure of your words into the soul that inspired the idea that wrought the words...
to sum this up...your compliment means a great deal to me
thank you
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Posted: 4/15/2009 3:45:15 AM | .....gifts.....
take me out and shread my soul, just tear it all apart
take from me the things you want, rip out my bleeding heart
make me feel like im just a waste of breath, no reason at all to live
rape my soul to get your kicks and still id try to find more left to give
everything i am ill give away for free my life is nothing without you
id let you take it all until theres nothing left and still id love you true
but once im nothing i hope youll understand what i feel should be
dont blame yourself for whats become of all thats left of me
i know that im not worth your time with nothing left to give
ill keep my tears all to myself until i cease to live
ill go away and not return to bother you again
im just a corpse no love or hope nor dreams within this rotting skin | |
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| ....ties.....
Posted: 4/15/2009 3:47:10 AM | .....ties.....
severed ties must be cut clean not left to hang and rot
or burned to ash in cleansing fire until whats left is naught
of course some ties resist the knife and wont sucumb to fire
others ties fail just by neglect they wither and expire
still others grow to feed our souls tended by desire
sometimes we find some certain ties have gone corrupt and black
they poison us if they remain and feed on what we lack
here is where we all must find the strength within us all
and call apon our ties of love that bind us one and all
what must be done to free yourself will hurt you to your core
one must grasp that tainted tie and rip it out and be free once more
a mother, brother, sister, father, a lover, a friend both tried and true
we'll all help you bear the pain you feel and protect and comfort you
because when its over and nearly healed if you look you will find
the ties that are left from all of us are the loving ties that bind | |
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Posted: 4/15/2009 9:46:57 AM | My darling Goth Guy...i think you are just precious...your time will come Sweetheart, i promise..just as i keep telling Lucid..there is someone out there for you both...you two touch my heart in so many ways it's not even funny. I don't have a lot of time to really respond to your words..but i do feel your pain and understand how you feel..it's how i've felt for a very very long time. I finally found someone who makes me happy and for that i'm forever grateful to the laws of fate and the great spirits. I treasure you more than you simply understand..but i hope one day i'm able to convey to you both how much your friendship means to me.
Candy
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Posted: 4/24/2009 5:28:33 AM | im done..."online dating"...is a waste of time and effort and ..and of course..due to some...a complete waste of dignity....i thought id try it out (again)...try to be a little understanding and perhaps a little willing to forgive any ...oddities...or other such "wierd" things that most of us have
bad idea...
**** this huge stinking pile of bullshit
no
....i'll stick to strippers...as ive said before...my stripper friends make me feel good (not like the supposed "real" girls i may or may or may not have met on here)
my stripper friends are at the least forward in what one can expect...i know one of my stripper friends will do everything she can to give me a wonderful barefoot show this sunday...why?...because she knows im very attracted to her perfect lil feet...and she knows i will pay her well to indulge me
and why is this important to me?
because the so called "normal" girls here...are too stuck up and self important to accknowledge an unusual interest
so......"**** them"...ill give my money to my stripper friends....they will do more and be willing to become more...for this money than any of the gold digging, selfish, low mannered, greedy, wanna be, whores this site seems to draw...and you know what?...this is exactly what i expected here...
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| A poem for Someone.
Posted: 4/25/2009 12:27:36 AM | He lurks in the void.
No one seems to notice.
No one seems to care.
A sadness surrounds him.
Embraces him.
He embarks on a journey
That does not fulfill him.
He waits for his beloved.
But he does not find her.
Instead he hides more deeply.
A void that he creates.
That he is unable to fill.
That he is unable to leave.
He does not see her.
Does not take notice.
Does not care to.
Though he thinks he does.
He makes her disappear
In his mind, in his memory...
She is void.
So she hides in the void.
Waiting, hoping...
Desperation her only friend.
He does not see her
Does not care.
Does not realize..
She is there...
But now she is gone.
Slipped away into the void.
Nevermore to be found. | |
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| A poem for Someone.
Posted: 4/25/2009 1:40:10 AM | awwww...theres no one better than a dark hearted girl to hold a mirror up infront of ones face and point out all the scars and wounds one carries...and nothing so profound than to realize she isnt judging you but trying to help you heal because she understands the nature of the wounds one carries...because she herself has or remembers the very same wounds
i was ...uhhh...quite angry when i posted that rant above...but perhaps more angry at myself for not being able to keep my heart off my sleeve...angry because i care to soon and far too deeply
so i feel that owe the real ladies here an apolgie
im sorry
i acted from the pain of being alone for far to long ...and lashed out at everyone including those didnt deserve it...
i dont deserve to be loved really...but that dosent keep me from wanting it
again ...im sorry
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| A poem for Someone.
Posted: 4/25/2009 1:50:46 AM | a very short poem written just tonight for and texted to one of my stripper friends
" i pay to admire the flawless beauty of your perfect form and your angels skin...but what makes you special to me sweet girl is what you are within "
i will be spending sunday eve with her at the club and wishing i could hold her as she slept...perhaps this is all i should ever hope for...she...and all the girls at the club...are perhaps all will ever know of love...and they deserve the utmost respect for what they do...they are stronger than anyone will ever see...and yet vulnerable too...if someday one of them needs me to catch them...ill be waiting...to help them in any way i can...even angels sometimes fall | |
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