Dark Whispers

Many of the submissions are in the form of poetry and short writings. I’m compiling several of them into this Dark Whispers entry. As the reader and submitter, do you prefer this or would you rather they be split into 10 short posts? Please comment. — Sire

annunciation of the dreams
w: dreambringer
dreambringer, in the shadow of urself lives a child + u r that child when u run through ur dreams, u look upon the world within with the eyes of innocence + revel in the wonder of everything 4 it is a new experience.

The joy + luv a child can feel can raise it above the clouds, feeling the caring of its mother + its joy in the world, the taste of candy, the touch of velvet, the sound of laughter + the sight of beauty, + the feel of luv, 2 meet ur soulmate in a dream + 2 accept the quest of finding the 1, this is dream… + I am this…

the fear in a child can burn 2 the core, a heightened sense of terror, 2 c something the mention of which would make a veteran blanche + fall silent, 2 feel every nerve shudder + twitch in the presence of ur monsters, with all the sensation of a childs helplessness, this is nightmare… + I am this also…

luv me as u do yourself, fear me as u do urself, 4 I bring the dreams from deep within u, I do it without malice or affection, it is duty + a thankless task… mostly… if u have a care, ur thoughts would b well received…

{~D~}

A submissives heart
w: wisteria
Won’t you tighten these binds?
Here on my knees i lose my pride-
With nothing to say of this malignancy within.
Unleash your power with your hands
Upon my burning skin–

And i soar these black skies again
Let loose this ferocious passion,
I’ll bow down into my victim’s pose–
And take it all inside.
Hold nothing back for i receive what i deserve
And i soar these black skies again.
–wisteria

Howling the message
w: Silverwolf
I have placed a poem I have just written in the BBS. The thread is “I would like anyone’s opinion on this”. I need to know if it is even worth posting on my site. If someone can say anything good about it, I’ll post it. If not, trash time.

Angelic countenances
w: Invisigoth
I see the living souls, wirthing with lust. Come to me, those female that wish to participate in the rituals that excite

what the flames left behind
w: BKE
I trudge across the ruins of my life,
in search of some small token of what once was,
but can never be.
All that I had is burned to the ground,
and only fleeting shawdows of the past,
are left to be found.

But it’s not so bad.
I know I am to blame.
I struck the match myself,
then fed my life to the flame.
Now it’s all up in smoke,
but what did I expect?
The things I destroyed cannot forgive,
and I cannot forget.

But I’m trying…….
I only wish that I didn’t have to be,
what the flames left behind.

BKE — 2/20/92

slipping
w: Lone1
My word no longer rhyme
My writing takes more time
My mind is slipping fast
it was different in the past
Everything is changing
My words take much arranging
It is hard not to quit
This writing takes much wit
This poem may be my last
So I’d better write it fast
I’m down to my last friend
This line may be the end