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Deadly Nightshade

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  1. Pats Tasslehoff's shoulder chuckling I would stick with poems my friend
  2. I am your greatest fear Your nightmare I torture you in your dreams Every night you wake up screaming While I laugh at your pain I am why you wake in a cold sweat And still I will continue To haunt your mine Tear at your vary being Why? Because I am The Nightmare
  3. *The demoness tackles... this new comer to the ground huggling* Yay! new member *Gets up and clears throat* Welcome
  4. Tick Tock Time rolls by I can feel my life Slipping away Like blood from a wound Through my fingers is flows Mother father.. I love you both Though I still be young Mourn me not for I am gone from the mortal life And I pray you hold no spite for the man who did this to me the man who shot me
  5. Blood Runs Cold Through the leaves of gold No birds dare to sing Not even the wind blows All is still now. Man has damned himself one again Unspeakable nightmares spoken clear For the death of the Unicorn Is the death of all Innocent and Pure
  6. Do ever stop criticizing my work, I love how you do that. Thank you b/c I know I am not the best writing and no I have not been doing it for long ... and its helping me improve my skills, if any, so thanks again
  7. Many men die Before they are in there grave Birds sing only laments now Children no longer laugh No long play. This world I now live in Is no longer a world What has happened? Men doomed the land Long before I came.. But now that I am here The land is nothing but a waste land A waste land of dead dreams
  8. Mirror on the wall Tell me what you see I am who I say I am What have I become? My dreams smashed like a wine glass Crush by my own hands Blood drips like wine I bother not to clean it Life goes by I slowly die In a tomb I made myself Is it not lovely?
  9. Well.. if you dont like it, thats fine, it was worth a try anyway
  10. All right, I have an Idea ... called Member of the Month.. and heres how it works, well people who wish to run for Member of the Month can post here after 3 days I take those peoples names and make a pole the pole will be there for 5 days then I take the votes and who ever has the most votes holds the title for Member of the Month Well shall we start then, I would like to run... so if anyone else would like to then go on and post it so there you have it my new Idea
  11. Through the Mist There lay a treasure What that treasure it no one knows But it is big and it is nice Through the Mist There lay a trap Painful and sharp but beyond that lay the treasure Through the Mist There rest a hunter Waiting to pounce And tare apart Through the Mist There lay death Even the toughest may fall frail Will you pass Through the Mist?
  12. A silver maiden in a golden field. So delicate and frail young Maiden you steal the hearts of men Why do you weep? In your field as gold as you hair The wind dances in tendrils so fair You should be happy young Maiden Many men love you.. Please dont cry It would break the hearts of many To see one so fair weep But time is short for you. They will come.. And all will be lost it is why you weep is it not? So I will see you with the gods. Fair Maiden
  13. Shadows cast about the land And from where I stand I see nothing... What happened? People create there own demise So now I stand alone.. Though I am not immune to the shadows I too will be embraced And soon there shall be nothing more Earth will be nothing But a barren waste.. And a road of corpses The corpses of dreams Dreams of childhood And the dreams of old ...As long as shadows embrace the world...
  14. Well I shall be leaving for a little while... I have gone poetry brain dead so I'll hopefull see you all soon, untill then good bye ~With love, Deadly NightShade
  15. Is there really a heaven? Is there really a hell? Or us all this made up To keep us in line? Can we reach Nirvana Or is Nirvana Just the breaking point In sanity They say in Afghanistan When you die. You get 70 virgins Then why is that the person saying this Is not dying for there country? I wonder if I will ever know these questions Maybe I will Maybe I wont... I guess I will never know..Untill I die Or go utterly Insane
  16. Wow you are vary right, this poem was made for my Elfin Lady, I have a rping profile and I wrote the poem for that...And thought I would share it...
  17. I can hear the whispers... The sweet whisper of the trees... Can thee not hear them? I guess it dose not matter For I hear them Speaking soft words I often wonder why I hear them.. Then I know I hear because I choose to listen To listen to the Forests...
  18. I can have more then one plus you are also my pet so you are really important
  19. No, but I am a pyro...Its only a matter of time
  20. Sitting in my room I began to think A green apple resting in my palm The sweet smell of an apple pie cooking tickling my noise I wonder what its like to be an Apple Sitting on the tree all day never knowing if your going to be picked or not Then one day greedy hands pluck you from your branch It must be scary The apple must know its fate... To be consumed I wonder what its like to know that your going to be eaten I shudder at the thought Gazing to my apple I wonder a bit more... Shrug and take a bite
  21. the second part to my colorful poem series My little red pen You never let me down I like to draw with you Make dots with you On my hands and my face But I always have to wash it off But thats okay you dont care My little red pen Your my best friend
  22. Something is there I..I feel it. But what it is I cannot tell Reach out a trembling hand But I pull away quickly It burns... What was that Screams? No..no It cant be Please God say everything is all right A roar... Slipping away.. All is growing dark Must free my self I must Warm and sticky all about me I am out of bed now How the smoke stings my eyes I stumble to the floor Shattering all about me Glass... What could it be I stare up only to see a large beast hovering over me It lifts me gingerly Holds me close.. I rember no more White lights now burden my eyes Am I dead? Perhaps...but in death you feel no pain Everywhere it burns I gasp for breath All about my family weeps But there is one man Who is he.. They all rush over I am alive.. My mother points and speaks softly "This is the man who saved you"
  23. She had not expected him to take that move so damn well...her gaze shifted for but a moment and then she felt a shooting pain through her body as the blade ripped through her flesh she let out a banshee like scream in utter rage that she let him do that her hand raised the claws gleaming in the moon light before it fell back down swiping him as hard as she could across his chest aimed to maim his body
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