[ Goddess Tanya, "Eternal Autumn III" | Daughter of Myths, poem | Sadness, "Damnation" | Jasper Morse, poem ]

"Eternal Autumn III"

Winter almost seems to be
Regressing back to Autumn
As are these broken memories--
Dreams that haunt my nights--

As they return in flocks
The weather grows milder;
The moon grows heavier;
And I wish I could share these
Days in reverence with you
Substitutes with no additives
Grip my feet, yanking--
Now I’m standing still.

This is the castle of shattered dreams;
They love me so much;
They won’t let me in;
To my savior--
The dead prince
Beckons silently.
As they hold me in their arms...
Let us hide in the tower.
If it were real--
I would grow cruel I fear--
And slay these wondrous beasts.
Therein lies the oppression
Of Royalty.

If I could paint a picture--
A portrait of dying leaves
I would walk among musty gravestones
Searching for his or yours
Rising to meet the dead
Rain falling in my disenchanted eyes
Everything perfect
I’ve lost--
I’ve found.
The essence of all I want to live for
But like the existence and proof of time,
That will never be.

No, it will never be
I shall wander in Eternity
Endless questions--
No answers--
Never becoming, never to be--
Flowing with the hands
I will wander, hand in hand
With Eternity.

-Goddess Tanya http://www.angelfire.com/wi/dopehatter/index.html

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I'm sinking
I can feel myself slipping away
Downward, down...spiraling deep, deep. deeper.

Almost there
I've almost reached the bottom
Almost to the end
Is this where is shall be?
By my own hand?
Perhaps I s hould tempt fate
By walking city streets at night
Or by getting high off too many things
And enter into eternal sleep?

I'm almost there
Sinking, down and down
Feel no tears for me
I feel none for myself

Almost to the end
To feel the sweet relief
Of not waking up
Of not having to give myself
To others who do not really care
Freedom...is it not death?
Truly then, I feel Freedom's breath
I see my way out,
I think I have finally found
My escape

Feel no sorrow
As I finally sink
This is where I was always meant to be
And now, I'm finally happy
Alone
Forgotten
Deceased

~Daughter of Myths
Havoc's Reign

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"Damnation"

Damn You!
Damn it all to hell!
Damn the endeavor,
of bloody hearts
Of artistry written,
on ice cold tablets
and murals

Written in their own blood!
Look at me!
Look at you!

I'm innocent damn you,
I'm a simple victim.
Victim of myself,
Of my egotism,
of my unethical, immoral beast
that loves all.

And what is it I want?
And what is it I received?
A bleeding heart of artiste
Wrapped in an appealing bundle
of sorrow and fame

It looked so appealing
Damn you! I had to take it
The sorrow, pain, sadness
Too beautiful.

Too fucking beautiful
To put into these words
These words that shiver with ache
Just like those on the wall
Damn you!
Damn it all to hell!
For all the ravaged fiends
of beauty
Your time is yet to come

Loved and adored
But famished!
Famished nonetheless
Starved and in need

Thy flesh be always and ever weak
For our pain and suffering
be ever gratified

For the meek
have already
inherited the earth.

~Mighell P (Sadness)
Sadness

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If I could take the stars, and write your name, I would;
If I could take the milky way, and make a celestial dress only fit for a queen, you;
If I could take the sun's beams and put them in your hair, I would;
If I could take the moon's soft light, and put it in your beautiful eyes, I would;
But perhaps God already has, and that is why you shine with the radiance you do.
Your love to me, is like the North Star, a constant in an ever changing world;
Your soul is beautiful, filled with God's love, and wisdom;
Your kindness has changed my life, more than you know...

~Jasper Morse

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