OK, for the moment, I'll begin only posting one, and I think as each day passes, I'll post more, but only in this thread.


Perfect.....

Perfect as a porcelain doll,
Rolling through life like nothing wrong,
Moving through life like I will do no wrong,
Perfect as a prcelain doll.

Living life as others expect me,
Living up to the otherworldly expectations,
Dying a little more each day,
Expectations like mortal wounds.

Perfect like a porcelain doll,
Expected to be the best there ever was,
Pushing past the limits, pushing past exhaustion,
Yet perfect like a porcelain doll.

Moving blindly through life,
Passing everything by, just to be perfect,
Breaking down at every corner,
Yet perfect as a porcelain doll.

Cracks begin to form,
The doll begins to fall,
Solid shell now in fragments,
Perfect porcelain doll, now shattered.

Perfect as a porcelain doll,
Broken like a dropped egg.
Perfect porcelain doll.......
No longer perfect.

DarkSilence, what a powerful poem.
Not beautiful, it is too honest for that, but full of emotion and I think many of us here will identify with the hardship of being kin and yet living to the expectations of normality thrust upon us by others.
Perfection is only true perfection if it is theirs.
Thankfully my cracks were only superficial. I managed to escape the situation that was causing them and now they can hardly be seen.

I look forward to reading some more of your poems.
Thankyou for sharing this here.

You will be relieved to hear that I will not post a reply to each of your poems as I do not want to interrupt your flow, but occasionally I may not be able to stop myself. And besides I think it is always nice to have proof that at least someone is reading them.

Lady C.

-smiles- I don't mind comments in the least Camille, I'd actually like to hear what others have to say about what I've written.

Now, when it comes to the one I posted above, well, that one wasn't actually about being kin, though I'm sure it could be now. But at the time that I wrote it, it was about expectations that have been placed upon me by my blood related family, mostly my mother and father, and grandparents. Pretty much what I meant by this poem is tying to push away from their expectations, and trying to find my own piece of mind, and my own ground to stand on instead of their pedestal that they want me on. But anyways, I'll leave this at that.

~Dark Silence~

Broken hopes,
Broken dreams,
Shattered hearts,
Shattered souls.

In a world without compassion,
In a world without consolation,
We die a little day by day,
We suffer more night by night.

Time passes moment by moment,
Years fly by as if in seconds,
Life disappears in a flash;
And yet we live on.

Shadows deepen as night draws on,
Darkness devours all into oblivion.
Moon and starts shine like beacons,
Leading a path till the light of dawn.

Inner daemons pummel and mutilate,
Shredding and mauling a soul so long tortured,
A tortured soul longing and praying
for a desirable release,
A release that fades and disappears,
Leaving me in my own prison.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For all to see pump and breathe,
Fragile as a house of glass,
Slowly cracking like sun dried mud.

Hopes and dreams paramount,
Sligh-*test*-('") setback devastating,
The sligh-*test*-('") love makes it thrive,
Brightening my day, my life and soul.

Fragile like a house of glass,
I'm frail and easily hurt,
Emotions like a child,
Giving until hurt.

Fear of a broken heart,
A constant thought, a constant fear,
Will life throw another pebble,
Cracking the glass a little more?

Tell me now, will I be hurt,
Tell me now, will this work?
Tell me now, am I a lie,
Tell me now, can I no longer hurt?

Shield me from the pain,
Shield me from the thoughts.
Help me find that love,
Which I so devotedly search for.

Keep me from the cliff,
Keep me from the abyss.
Pull me back from the darkness,
That will devour me whole.

Bring me to the light,
Show me a love which I only imagined.
Can you be the one for me,
Which I longed and searched for?

Your poems are very good Darksilence. I especially like the last one.
I am looking forward to reading some more of your work.

In the darkness where I hide,
Where pain and hurt are my guide,
I walk the paths bathed in shadow,
Learning lessons others shun.

Cast in darkness of the night,
Finding qualms with all the light,
Santuary found in deep shadow,
Shunning day for the moonlit shadow.

In the darkness where I hide,
Where depression and heartache break me,
I slowly count the time that fades,
In a world I don't belong.

As the time passes by,
The world slowly slides,
Into shadows of the night,
Provoking me for a dreaded flight.

As the darkness closes in,
My mind so slowy does wear thin,
Pulling quickly down my soul,
To a he.ll of my own.

Please note this post was edited by me to avoid the language filter as I felt that in this case, this particular swear word was necessary for the poem. (Milton Keynes, which is what the filter writes instead of he.ll, just did not look right somehow.) This is a privilege reserved for me alone, anyone else found doing this will be severely dealt with.
Lady C.

Shadows Of The Abyss

Shrouded in Darkness,
Dwelling in the Abyss,
A soul once pure,
Now tainted to the core.

Living but a fading dream,
Death and undeath a forming reality,
Thriving for a kindred spirit,
A search forever eternal.

A World never known begins to form,
Where darkness reigns,
And light is but a weakness,
Where darker beings roam.

Rivers flow with crimson torrents,
And creatures of darkness thrive and flourish,
Howling at a sanguine moon,
Searching for a kindred spirit.

In the shadows they writhe and creep,
Living ever in an eternal night,
Trapped and tormented in a hellish nightmare,
Dreaming of an escape.

Living in a hellish nightmare,
Where darkness reigns,
And light is shunned,
In the shadows I will forever live.

This is a pretty old poem, written a few years ago I think, about one of my ex's I was dating at the time. And anyways, I won't really be posting on anything, my mind is a bit boggled with other things in life at the moment, and the only things that make sense are things I keep held tight in my mind. They sadly become jumbled when I try to speak of them, or of anything as of late. So yeah, I'll be lurking, but that's about it.

~DS~



Hollowed Existance

Sleepless nights and hollowed dreams,
Days upon weeks of thinking of you,
Losing all will, losing all hope,
Mind left in shambles by countless thoughts.

Beauty a sight, yet never before seen,
Envisioned within you, the looks of a goddess,
A true lover no other could ever deserve,
A true love that swallows me whole.

Distance a reality that never ends,
Though love only makes it seem a fantasy,
Nights without you seem infinate,
Days without you seem lingering.

Shadows of doubt protrude my mind,
Entwining their coils tightly on my soul,
Fears and imaginings seeming to come to life,
Hidden jealousy rising to the surface.

Understanding of told feelings coming to light,
Reality of our bond showing it's true self,
Strength in our love, only growing stronger,
The heart in my chest, slowly opening.

As always it was a pleasure reading your poetry Darksilence.
I apologise for the last line of your poem falling foul of the language filter.
A Milton Keynes of your own is not what you had in mind I am sure.
So as it seems to be necessary to your poem I have fixed it so it will say it for you.
(I can do that you know, I'm allowed.)

Feel free to lurk for as long as you like. You are under no obligation to post after all. I hope you feel better very quickly, and that your thoughts soon become clear and unjumbled once more.

Take care.

Lady C.

Old And New


In the shadows of the night,
Where fallen angels take their flight,
In the darkness is where I search,
For a knowledge lost in time.

As the moon rises up,
In a dark and clouded sky,
Times of old and of anew,
Hide the knowledge of the Gods.

Knowledge that was long forgotten,
Hidden in the waves of time,
Buried deep within the souls,
Of fallen angels new and old.

As the time closes in,
When the fallen wake again,
The long lost knowledge flows again,
As memories lost are known again.

So here I wait within the night,
Craving, bidding through my plight,
For the knowledge to come again,
In this lone and desolate land.

Very nice Darkangel.
quite topical too.

Zygo

That is beautiful DA.

I love it. It sounds so true.

Kiari

If anyone would care to read more of my poetry, most of it quite old (from my teens really), and from then on. I've been told it's all pretty good, but anyways, all you need to is go to my site, and find the poetry page.

http://darksilence.taintedwhispers.net

Just go there and it will take you to my page.

~DA~