Deadly Nightshade

Pats Tasslehoff's shoulder chuckling I would stick with poems my friend

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

*The demoness tackles... this new comer to the ground huggling* Yay! new member *Gets up and clears throat* Welcome

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

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

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

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

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?

Well.. if you dont like it, thats fine, it was worth a try anyway

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

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?

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

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...

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

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

Yay! Someone wrote something about nature being alive and speaking. I am happy. Thank you for sharing. I absolutely love anything having to do with nature. This sounds to me as if it could be the thoughts of an Elf. This seems to imply that because we have shunned nature we cannot benefit from speaking to it. I like.

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...

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...

I can have more then one plus you are also my pet so you are really important

No, but I am a pyro...Its only a matter of time

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

Why?

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

Yup

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"

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