here’s a poem for you

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when i close my eyes
i see a new world
velvet black night spotted
with diamonds across it’s sky.
Spice perfumed air;
a gentle breeze running its
cooling fingers through my hair.
Leaves of fire speckle the ground so
gingerly;
a pale fog barely lingering.
Near by a forest reaches high in the night
Longing to be engulfed in Luna’s loving light
a world of beauty a world of harmony
How i love to close my eyes so tight

-darkautumnsfire

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By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.

17 comments

  1. nice, luna….very romantic. ^_^ don’t let the others bury you, i will never forsake you, even if it is all in my head.

    -akainekora

  4. But i constantly rebuild myself… much like those tastey doozer buildings after those asshole fraggles eat ’em all ’cause they’re to lazy to steal some radishes.
    -jake(who else do you know who re-broke his half healed collar-bone because it didn’t “look like the other one” 🙂

  5. jake an unmaker of your kind couldn’t possibly rebuild after your calibur of ultimate distruction. your body is the only thing you could rebuild because it’s the vessel of your shit

  6. why don’t you sign your name? get over yourself. I’m above and beyond you and that whole situation. read a book and stop showing your trailer.
    -jake(as always walking my tight-rope of morals for personal honor and impervious sanctity of mind)
    p.s. stop trying to disturb my equlibrium biotch ;P

  7. hey fucknuts get of yourself. quite thinking you’re the shit because you voice your opinions and degrade me. your shallowness is showing. you better learn how to keep your EQULIBRIUM balanced . it’s not my job, i’m not the one that’s weak and can’t keep my own balance. Find some one else to blame for your insanity and leave me alone.
    yours truelly-
    ANNIE LAURIE

  8. Play nice or I’ll have to put you in time out. 🙂

    Mistress

  9. if only we could grow up…it sucks that my poem was demolished by our actions.

  11. what the hell are you talking about. simplify what. it was just a cheesey poem anderson talked me into posting on this site. i have nothing to simplify. except maybe this. I HAVE SAT IN THIS HELL HOLE STATE BEFRIENDING YOU PEOPLE JUST SO I CAN TURN AROUND AND HAVE YOU AND ANDERSON AND JASON AND RAVE-WHORE AND EVRYBODY ELSE RIDICULE ME GET MADE AT ME BECAUSE I DIDN’T FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH THEM OR WHORE MYSELF OUT TO THEM OR BE WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO BE. IS THAT SIMPLY ENOUGH FOR YOU. OR SHALL I GO TO GREAT DETAIL?

  13. i was only saying not to worry about trivial things…but if you’re that pissed…fine, do this:

    cut out your sickness…tell all of us to fuck off. if i’m really causing you that much pain, i’ll leave you alone.

    -akainekora
    (be whatever you want to be, it is your existance after all.)

  15. lovely,i can see it all with my minds eye… and i dont want to leave! damn,back to reality.

  16. MY BLACK ROSE…..

    I find strength in the darkness
    Which shields me from my hell.
    The pains of hunger call to me.
    My body’s worn and just a meger shell.
    I feel the pain, the anguish stinging in my eyes.
    As a tear streams down my face.
    Tinted with a tinge of crimson red.
    The tear drops and shatters on the floor.
    I close my eyes and think of you as if you were near.
    Your light has been a black rose so heavenly and dear.
    I can almost taste your warm scented blood,
    So rich the necter filled with your life…
    My teeth piercing your soft silky flesh.
    The perfect drink – so warm, fresh and lush.
    It’s essence now permeating the being that I am.
    I’ve waited countless days and blood thirsty nights.
    In hopes that your light, a silken black rose will appear.
    And you will be my feast my loving cup of sweet red whine.
    Until then, I must still remain
    A lone, blood-thirsty beast…
    **************************************************
    ———————————————

    The Vail Of Marry……….

    The dark engulfs my dark but silent world,
    And night becomes and belongs to me.
    I stare into the blackness I love so dear.
    And endlessly I roam.
    With each new turn I drift endlessly away…
    I’m lost to the darkness and can’t return.
    Yet oddly, I don’t really mind as i crave the souls
    and rape the minds of the putrid beings
    But somehow there is something wrong,
    It’s not enough just to belong to the darkness
    I’m not allowed to have my peace
    Until I wake to seek the putrid songs of the innocent
    The songs soon change to chants of salvation as the screams,
    of death enchant me Much better than before.
    Although I don’t know what it is,
    I want it even more.
    I search the darkness aimlessly
    And know not what I seek.
    My effort seems to be in vain,
    But then appears Marry
    Through the mist as if a dream
    She forms a cast within my sight.
    With glowing eyes and arms outstretched,
    She pushes back the night.
    No words escape her blood red lips,
    And yet she calls to me like a web of enchantment
    She traps me with seductive stare –
    I feel no need to flee her black soul belongs to me.
    My flesh and soul feed her ravenous hunger
    I can’t deny her now for she is ever eboding my realm
    I find myself riping deeply into the essence of her being
    She lifts my face to hers.
    Like a hungry but contented cat,
    She sighs, and then she purrs.
    Slowly her red lips start to part,
    Revealing fangs of death.
    With no protest at all from me
    She brings a host to share a feast.
    For her black soul belongs to me forever in the darkness ………………
    *********************************************
    ——————————————

    THRILL OF DEATH…..

    I watch as the dark rich blood drips down your neck
    I feel the sensation,the blood thirsty hunger for the kill
    I want more and more
    I yearn for your warmth I long to hear your cries of pain and agony
    As I dig deeper and deeper into you, your expressionless face turns pale with disbelief
    I rip you apart, your soul from the inside out
    I see the tears now start to fall like black rain on a dark nights moon
    Now I know the thrill of death and the rush comes over me
    I release you from my hunger
    your cold dead body,limp and lifeless falls to the ground
    I still am not content
    I still yearn for more, more death more blood more tear
    For I am the one imortal who is feared
    I live amongst the shadows,the chill of a dark nights fear
    The one who walks in silence behind you down a dark abandoned street
    You are the one who will now die and I shall live forever
    Driven by hunger and the hope that there are others like myself
    Born from the hate of the world and feed off the fear in your eyes……
    ***************************************************
    —————————

    THE FALLEN ANGEL……….
    rpwaite@penn.com

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