Rain

Tasting the pouring rain
As I'm masking my pain
Crying as I watch my blood drain
It's just too much
I can't feel your touch
Please let me see you again
I long to see you again as I
Taste the puring rain
As I watch you mask your pain
When you drive the knife in my chest
With all your best
You cut my bleeding, pleading heart
I can't taste the rain
I can't feel your pain
There's nothing left of me to drain
I shared you my tears
Throughout all these dark years
Because of you I know of fear
The wind cuts my face
I can't seem to leave this place
The nightmare that is my reality
There is no such thing as morality
You taste the rain
As I mask my pain
I cry as I watch your blood drain
Caressing your skin,
Loving you within
What have you done to me?
Why do you refuse to see?
Tasting blood in the rain
As you watch me mask my pain

---------------

Love Song from a Fool to his Beloved

Come
Meet me here
Come
And I will drive out your fear
Come
Where the waves crash upon the pier

Meet me here in the meadows of broken promises
And I will mend your pain
The feelings you suffer are all in vain
Come and meet me here in the pouring rain

Allow me to kiss away your tears
Let me wipe away your fears
Of a long and regretful past
Full of sorrowful years

I'll hold you in my arm
To protect you from all harm
And with my other hand
Help you fight off the demon band

I'll make a cleft in me
So you can hide where no one can see
Where you will feel free
To just simply be
You

I know you have already heard this
And they thought they could heal you with a kiss
And how they could give you bliss
But now it is you they miss

So many dreams
Crushed
So many promises
Broken
So many feelings
Bruised

I am surprised that your heart can still beat
And is capable to fuel Passion's heat
Your love is not a slab of meat to be passed off to anyone else
Your love is a precious thing that I need

Come
Meet me here
Come
And I will drive out your fear
Come
Where the waves crash upon the pier

Meet me here in the meadows of broken promises
And I will mend your pain
The feelings you suffer are all in vain
Come and meet me here in the pouring rain

---------------

Child's Lullaby

Laying before my dark throne you are battered and bruised.
What, dear child, made you think that I can be used?
I will not stand for this. There is something amiss.
You frail little girl cannot run from me.
Wherever you go I will see.

A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!

Laying before my evil thrown you are bruised and broken.
What, dear child, made you think that it is worth a small token?
I cannot stand your bleeding face. By tonight you will be in your place.
You frail little girl cannot hide for long.
Soon you shall be enticed by my song.

A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!

Laying before my hellish thrown you are broken and crushed!
What, dear child, makes your souls so violent that all you must do is blush?
I cannot stand your scarred figure. Almost makes me sad knowing I did this to you, Lenore.
You frail little girl has no reason to cry.
By the end of the morning no one will know that you are soon to die

---------------

The Requiem

I loved you so much. How did I ever know that what I did could hurt you so?
I will never again see your beautiful smile. I never knew all this while.

Your skin is cold to my touch. What led me to force your blood to stop its flow?

I walk toward you from the slow moving line. I shed a tear for what was once mine.

I stop and look at your peacefully face. My tears start to flow at an uneven pace.

Why did you do this to yourself, I whisper at you. How could I have done this to you?

I walk back to my seat and fight my tears. The war rages on for what seems like years.

Both our families try to comfort my pain. All their effort is in vain.

The parade slowly roles down the street. I am told to relax; I can't feel my heart's beat.

We surround you for one last time. My mouth tastes of a bitter lime.

My tears run down my face like a small ball as I watch your casket slowly start to fall.

I walk toward your open grave and whisper a small prayer so I can bury my pain with you.

With both hands I pick up a hand full of dirt from the black mound. I toss in the dirt and howl like a hound as I hear the echo of the clumps bounce and tumble down your red-oak bed.

I didn't mean to hurt you so. And now my tears begin to flow.

I want to stay and sleep with you. I want to stay and be with you.

---------------

Sonnet of the Heartless (Gothic Lullaby)

Darkness everlasting in the soul of gods
Teasing the weak with angelic fears of death
Screaming with agony from the might black rods
Silently crying over the loss of a breath

We put ourselves through this torment of mind
We are breeding the terror in the soul
There is something that we must set to find
It is small enough to put in a bowl

But large enough to get us through the cold days
How can this worthless life still last?
We fight against the heat of the darke blaze
Fearing that doing results to the past

What little hope they leave is in death's white hand
Breathing a last cry to leave this demon band

lol.

Oh man.
I don't even know where to start with this.


I long to see you again as I
Taste the puring rain
So good. It's late, though.


I didn't mean to hurt you so. And now my tears begin to flow.

CUT MY WRISTS AND LET THE BLOOD SCREAM I WAS OH SO VERY MEAN!!

It's a bit dark for my liking and there's a lot of repeating rhymes i.e.: Pain & Rain, hand & demon band etc.

Rain

Tasting the pouring rain
As I'm masking my pain
Crying as I watch my blood drain
It's just too much
I can't feel your touch
Please let me see you again
I long to see you again as I
Taste the puring rain
As I watch you mask your pain
When you drive the knife in my chest
With all your best
You cut my bleeding, pleading heart
I can't taste the rain
I can't feel your pain
There's nothing left of me to drain
I shared you my tears
Throughout all these dark years
Because of you I know of fear
The wind cuts my face
I can't seem to leave this place
The nightmare that is my reality
There is no such thing as morality
You taste the rain
As I mask my pain
I cry as I watch your blood drain
Caressing your skin,
Loving you within
What have you done to me?
Why do you refuse to see?
Tasting blood in the rain
As you watch me mask my pain

---------------

Love Song from a Fool to his Beloved

Come
Meet me here
Come
And I will drive out your fear
Come
Where the waves crash upon the pier

Meet me here in the meadows of broken promises
And I will mend your pain
The feelings you suffer are all in vain
Come and meet me here in the pouring rain

Allow me to kiss away your tears
Let me wipe away your fears
Of a long and regretful past
Full of sorrowful years

I'll hold you in my arm
To protect you from all harm
And with my other hand
Help you fight off the demon band

I'll make a cleft in me
So you can hide where no one can see
Where you will feel free
To just simply be
You

I know you have already heard this
And they thought they could heal you with a kiss
And how they could give you bliss
But now it is you they miss

So many dreams
Crushed
So many promises
Broken
So many feelings
Bruised

I am surprised that your heart can still beat
And is capable to fuel Passion's heat
Your love is not a slab of meat to be passed off to anyone else
Your love is a precious thing that I need

Come
Meet me here
Come
And I will drive out your fear
Come
Where the waves crash upon the pier

Meet me here in the meadows of broken promises
And I will mend your pain
The feelings you suffer are all in vain
Come and meet me here in the pouring rain

---------------

Child's Lullaby

Laying before my dark throne you are battered and bruised.
What, dear child, made you think that I can be used?
I will not stand for this. There is something amiss.
You frail little girl cannot run from me.
Wherever you go I will see.

A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!

Laying before my evil thrown you are bruised and broken.
What, dear child, made you think that it is worth a small token?
I cannot stand your bleeding face. By tonight you will be in your place.
You frail little girl cannot hide for long.
Soon you shall be enticed by my song.

A child of eighteen should know
what happens when you throw
your soul to the white skinned Drow.
You seemed to have forgotten
the tales that your grandfather taught
under the apple tree of rot!

Laying before my hellish thrown you are broken and crushed!
What, dear child, makes your souls so violent that all you must do is blush?
I cannot stand your scarred figure. Almost makes me sad knowing I did this to you, Lenore.
You frail little girl has no reason to cry.
By the end of the morning no one will know that you are soon to die

---------------

The Requiem

I loved you so much. How did I ever know that what I did could hurt you so?
I will never again see your beautiful smile. I never knew all this while.

Your skin is cold to my touch. What led me to force your blood to stop its flow?

I walk toward you from the slow moving line. I shed a tear for what was once mine.

I stop and look at your peacefully face. My tears start to flow at an uneven pace.

Why did you do this to yourself, I whisper at you. How could I have done this to you?

I walk back to my seat and fight my tears. The war rages on for what seems like years.

Both our families try to comfort my pain. All their effort is in vain.

The parade slowly roles down the street. I am told to relax; I can't feel my heart's beat.

We surround you for one last time. My mouth tastes of a bitter lime.

My tears run down my face like a small ball as I watch your casket slowly start to fall.

I walk toward your open grave and whisper a small prayer so I can bury my pain with you.

With both hands I pick up a hand full of dirt from the black mound. I toss in the dirt and howl like a hound as I hear the echo of the clumps bounce and tumble down your red-oak bed.

I didn't mean to hurt you so. And now my tears begin to flow.

I want to stay and sleep with you. I want to stay and be with you.

---------------

Sonnet of the Heartless (Gothic Lullaby)

Darkness everlasting in the soul of gods
Teasing the weak with angelic fears of death
Screaming with agony from the might black rods
Silently crying over the loss of a breath

We put ourselves through this torment of mind
We are breeding the terror in the soul
There is something that we must set to find
It is small enough to put in a bowl

But large enough to get us through the cold days
How can this worthless life still last?
We fight against the heat of the darke blaze
Fearing that doing results to the past

What little hope they leave is in death's white hand
Breathing a last cry to leave this demon band


I like your poems... dark, morbid, painful... better than any morbid-like I try to write...

Two things that will make your life better: Prozac and proofreading.

Wow that was original.

:eye:

And shit.

Agreed.

Dear Diary,

My Teen Angst Bull Shit has a body count.

kthxbye

I like them, i like the one called rain.

Good a little darker than I'm used to but it doesn't make it bad. Overall good job.

I liked them, i enjoy dark stories and poems
I really enjoyed Rain and Gothic Lullaby

Well, i got bored with the first poems because all of them try to explain the same thing pain provoked by love, etc. But i really liked the last one, it sounds very good, i even liked the name: sonnet of the hearthless, you just need to experience all kinds of feelings. Sorry if my stupid critics are a bit harsh.

Au revoir.