BlackCagedHeart

::clears throat:: AHEM!!!::cough cough:: Let me be the voice of "sunlight". I LIKED IT!!! IT's basically a revised version of my poem, but better than my poem! YAY> :woot: Congrats on a politicval contreversy!!!! YAY, controversy! DAMN YOU POPUPS!!! Ooops....nevermind that....::blushes::

BlackCagedHEart

YAy!!!FIrst replier again/!!!!!!Woop woop. :woot: Good poem. Felt I was going to trikle a tear. ::frowns:: Oh, well. Good regardless

BlackCagedHEart

Suspenseful no doubt! It left me hanging on at each ending of another line. I love the feeling that you need more and then it makes its way to you. Bon Appetitu! I can sense your longing to do such things, but refrain from it because some internal force can't allow it. (I feel all "moody and poetic" today. Forgive me!) Great job.

BlackCagedHeart

Hah. This poem would remind me of something once said to me. An "admirer" of mine had smiled at me and said "I wouldn't know if you hid razorblades in your pockets, nor would I care, but I was ever your boyfriend I'd be scared to death, BEcause I'd never know if you were going to kiss me or kill me." I can feel a deep connection with this "femme" and am seeing others around me have quite the same reaction. Well done. If I can connect with it, you know it has to have a different meaning.Once again, Well done!!

BlackCagedHeart

Yes, I know I'm corny. I quite like to write or draw things on songs I like. Here's one based on Evanescence's song Haunted.

Bleeding, screaming

haunting me

you're in my heart,

mind and dreams

why won't you leave

and let me be?

stop the pain

stop the grief

why do you keep

hurting me?

you whisper,

I scream

I keep crying

Yet I keep dying

BlackCagedHeart

I like it. I congratulate your successes on such a neat first poem. Good job, and I was just wondering who is the female in the picture? It sparked my interest....

BlackCagedHeart

I bled for you

you do not care

I died for you

and you just stared

I ripped out my heart

and gave it to you

Ripped out my eyes

and fed them to you

I bottled my soul

and gave you the flask

You lit it on fire

it tumbled to ash

You turned on me

that same day

THrew my heart and body away

That's when I knew I had been....

Betrayed

BlackCagedHEart

For some odd reason, when I read this I felt a weird fuzzy feeling....then I walked outside and killed something.

BlackCagedHeart

::blushes::

You are TOO kind, my friend.

BlackCagedHEart

My goodness! It's so cool over 100 people have read this certain poem by me. I mean not to offend ANYONE by this. MY apoligies to any who were. You all speak words of opinion and I much enjoy seeing it. Thank YOU!

BlackCagedHeart

I liked it. I think it was really good. The ONLY piece of critquing I'd do is change a few words. ^-^ Glad to read it.

BlackCagedHeart

They told you so

They made you do it?!

Did they hold a gun to your skull?

If they took you to a bridge,

and told you, would you jump?

Never you'd admit it,

That it took your body too

Pressure is a strong tool

But you can do what you want to

Noone tells your brain

Any actions or what to say,

If you fold so quickly

You are weak and are a fool

If I said to kill yourself,

Would you do what I say too?

BlackCagedHeart

I watched my love

Fall from above

An angel from the skies

long sleek hair and

beautiful eyes

He never tells me lies

When he speaks and writes, I know

He's my blessing from the skies

BlackCagedHeart

Happiness, happiness

where can you be?

Why is it you always go,

run and hide from me?

I am just a shadow,

A shadow from your past

I remember back when

we were together and I laughed

I could smile and

you were there

hanging out with me

Now it seems quite random

For you to bring me glee

Until those days, I lay here

Drowning in misery

BlackCaged HEart

Shattered glass

fights from the past

each you kept inside

All the scars you hide

each room keeps a deep

secret you must keep

All those bad words said

All those days you'd wish you're dead

All those days are past....

With the cleaning of the broken glass.

BlackCagedHeart

Simple, yet complex

Complicated? yes.

Easily amused

Broken yet unused

voices deep inside

Sociable yet shy

Every day you weep

But a smile's put up all week

Angry, yet depressed

Only one of you is that

So many of you, too....

What's a bi-polar to do?

Black Caged Heart

Screaming Priests

You're gonna die

(You'll go to hell)

Surrender to my will

(Because we know you will)

It's like screeching nails

On your f*cking blackboard

Snapping bodies

Broke in half

(This is you)

IF we don't get your cash

Pray to him

(He will love)

Your loving Christ is up above

He sees this but you are still here

Should I strip down for your god?

Take off my clothes for your own charge?

Should you take me for that ride?

Kill me now so I will die?

Will I know your loving Christ?

Does it work if I'm my own sacrifice?

BlackCagedHeart

::Twitches:: Yes, I twitch at the thought of being interviewed. I beg your apoligies. Yes, my hastiness and stupidity at being new here has led me here. Let me please introduce myself formally, as I hadn't been able to thus far. I am Daemara, otherwise known as the BlackCagedHEart, or TheBlackFlame. I will so forth give you a lovely free sample of me and my craftiness.P.S- Everybody loves free samples!

Not able to breath

as she takes her seat

She hadn't sat here

She thought she felt a tear

Maybe from the fear

She wasn't quite sure

If she'd jump up and run for the door

In the tall man crept

To ask her all these things

About the blood and stings

About her pictures

she had stitches

She had the stigmatisms

She had the twitch she had the fear

the man sat there

and he just stared

She was scared

She hated mankind

She hated her mind

She hated the pain

She hated the games

They'd play on her emotions

She wanted to leap into the ocean

She was called The Psycho

She had let herself go

She cut up her body

SHe wanted away

HE asked the things

she dared not say

Truth or lies...

She wants to die...

That little girl I know so well

She's me and I'm going to hell

I'm the one who sits

Always giving hints

About my f*cked up life

("Everything's alright")

I can see my bones

Eating you don't know

Sleeping on the floor

Waiting for the door

Swing open again

Punch me once again

I can feel your hate

I'm your punching "mate"

I'm bleeding again

(You said you were my friend)

But you are my dad

and this will never end

I'm the one who's fleeing

I am the dead being

BlackCagedHeart

Oh my goodness. Your poem makes me want to cry...

::Is a friend/sister of Yatsuna13::

^-^