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Maze of Darkness

Happy living life
Seeing beauty and feeling love and kindess
Feeling my heartbeat and knowing im alive

I look around and see many who care
Many who try hard to care and to uncover there destiny
The moon being a sepher of beauty
A sepher of mystery
Hearing the howl of the wolves with the sence of hearing

Feeling the warmpth of another
More warmpth from all who care
I see life as beauty
But it changed in a heartbeat

One minute you look around and everything is sering with beauty
Filling your heart with megestic and lovible addictions

I looked around agian
I saw my friends
My family
My life die before my very eyes

They all drowned in flame
Ashs lingers all around for it was all that remained
Out of the ashs pure darkness
Fills my eyes
It seeps into my body
Stoping my heart instantly then affecting my soul

My eyes close to this eternal pain
Next thing I knew I as falling
Seeing images of hate and pain from within my heart
Seeing my life for a complete lie

Seeing the hell below me
Seeing my blood from my wrists as I slit them while falling
Pressing my open wrists on the walls as I fall
It completes a picture of rage and pure hate
It creats the Maze of Darkness

As soon as I hit the ground
Blood of mine is rained upon my body killing my soul
Puting out that silver flame that burned within my heart
Now dead
And pure black

Just a simple glanse would rip your soul and shatter it
All I knew was I hated all
I hated life
I hated everything

I wonderded
God is probably laughing his A** off at me
While is wither with pain and become a spwan born from hatred

As I walk
The walls are carved bone movie screens
With movies of my hell
Of everything I thought was true but was totaly bulls**t in the end

I was lost
Hate
Rage
Beast of hell
Has clamed my body
And tainted my witherd soul

Life was all reviled to me for what it really was
Bulls**t

Still walking im asking why repeatedly
But no answer for my cries of pain
No warmpth from any soul
No fire of silver to be my blanket
No heartbeat to listen to to fall asleep

I was truely lost

Hours passed still wondering
Then reasizing
It was over
That there is no way to escape

This dark crimzon hell within myself
Trapt and alone
I call for anyone
To just hold me

But it was to much to ask yet agian
There is no way out
No real happyness
No real life

I am lost in this
Maze of Darkness.......

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I ragd earlyer for people godmoding my life, they had more control then i did over my own life, and so much pain i did nopt want to hear, but I did, and this is where I have ended up, i might find away out, but it will not be soon...... sorry if it depresses you....

Well, this is mine...It's really dark



Tainted Black

Now my heart is tainted black,

Only you are the light,

Only you can change me back.

Are you sad?

When you think of how far I’ve fallen?

All I know is that I’m not even mad.

That’s far from what I am,





I am not sad.

I feel more than sadness.

I feel torn,

I want to scream.

Don’t look at me, it’s hard enough to mourn.

You started this madness,

You started this pain.

Why you did it, I will never know.

Was it to see go insane?



No one has ever made me feel so happy,

No one has ever made me feel so empty.

Only you made me feel the deepest emotions.

At first it was joy and it felt so real.

Now, I feel empty and broken.

Now, I feel nothing thanks to the words you have spoken.

I am alone but, I don’t care.

Of course my feelings weren’t something you could spare.

Now, my heart is tainted black…

Here's a Haiku poem that I made up in school.

Up on the ravine
Beyond the beautiful hills
The sun shines brightly

Temple of Love

A structure built at birth
Grows and grows

Then flowers into a sanctuary of complete beauty and happyness
The blooms fly through the viens of life
Represent feelings for another temple

The feelings are ether illuminus gaze of complete happynes
Or the feeling of your life being shatterd before your very eyes

There are two sides to everything

One negative, the other poritive

Positive feelings for another sanctuary
Feeling the blooms of the sight of your temples gaze at another
You realize and know what your feeling inside

The temple of love is a structure will walls
And a repetitive rythum that lingers down each hallway
The rythem can speed up like hoof beats through the forests
Of stampeding stallions

Or slow down like the sound of foot steps down a midnight hallway
What ever speed the sound my rise
What ever makes that sound change in speeds like dials of time
Or the clock of life

If your temple of love shatters
It's a structure and can be rebuilt like any structure
As special as the temple maybe
It can be mended and repared

And agian the tide of life will flow through it's daily stream once agian
You will feel that flame in the center of the temple always lit
With a silver flame and a fountian of platnum water

When the rythem races and echos through you
The feeling you feel is love
Another temple has been ignited by your temples flame
And answers your temples cry of love

If you havn't realized what the temple of love is, well
It's your heart........

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Ok this poem is abit diffrent them my usral ones, it also has advice aswell^^

Wow Eclip. That's very amazing! ^^

Alright, this one is long and goofy. Josh writing. My brother is kinda normal.
"An ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning.
One day I found some putty
In my stinky armpit
It was green, it was lumpy
And the size of a baseball mitt

This is a poem, this is an ode
To that fascinating lump
This may be weird, this may be odd
But I don't fell like a chump.

It felt real funny, it felt real odd
With it crawling around
It crawled quietly, it crawled stealthily
Not making a single sound

It's been there for a long, long time
Maybe about ten years
I think by now it's reproduced
And there's putty in my ears

If you survived that rendition, maybe I'll write the rest.

i wrote a poem at school and its called autum but i forgot it so sorry.i was going to write it here.

Archangel of Silver Dreams

Cold and shivering
A heart pure and divine
A silver glow that clenses tainted heart's of others

Freeing them to beat in peace and happynes
A will so strong and pure that darkness cowers it's crimzon soul away

A light so bright and illuminus that the shadows become moonlite flowers
Upon a sea of moon dust and the twinkles of stars
The will as powerfull to slice threw god
A soul flame so deep in light to make our earth a peacefull Heaven

Tranquility and blood will sese to shed
The tainted hearts will be blessed and purifyed by an angel's dust
Those hearts now clensed soar beyound the clouds past frost tiped mountian tops on the silver wings of an angel

Silver angel dust falls and becomes one with the wind shaowing our hearts with Hope, power and pure happyness

A special one who's heartbeat can be heard by all who need help
Or who seeks truth and beauty
Will hear that beautfull sound along with wingbeats high in the midnight sky

One gaze up and an angel flaires the dark sky with beauty and light
Seeking those out who's heart's need help to blow away the tainted clouds sorrounding it

Creating a dark shadow that seals love, the heartbeat and there soul
This angel of pure divine tranquility is one that is the birth of the silver winds of time and happyness that slices through the tainted clouds with the blossoming blade of silver dreams

Shedding it's feathers across the moondust sea and sprouting new glow
More feathers lay on the rugged lands of the wild rasing new life
Flaming up new hope in the hearts of the tainted and in need

That angel can be found by looking inside the heart of another
I found an Archangel in one close to my heart
Now go out and find an archangel in ones heart close to yours
Just belive and you will succed. . .

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I wrote this in detication to someone close to me, and for this is what I see in there heart, they gave me hope and much more, and I now know when you belive, anything is posible, so never give up hope and know there is light in any darkness^^

Somethings Missing

By KingAhura Werewolf


Here amongst the Green Mountains

Something is missing

Even though there is beauty here beyond description

something lacks.

The howls of a ghost of the night

that echo through the mountains and the wintry night

Here there are no wolves

Nothing to sing me to sleep at night

This place would be heaven

instead of a cold lonely place without wolves


This is a sucky poem to see better checj out my fan fic gallery called Baltofriend

A Tribute to the Dog:


The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy.
His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.
Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith.
The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him perhaps when he needs it most.
A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action.
The people who are prone on fall their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw stones of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.


The only absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in their selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all friends desert, he remains.
When riches take wings, and reputations fall to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.



If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in it's embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in and after death. . .

Hope you like it

Love, Death, Love

T'was a night not so long ago.
That I was in the arms of an angel, an angel of the winged seraphs.

Oh how I forgoten the days caressing in her arms.
Now on this day of reckoning, I feel empty.
My mind clouded by dark thoughts of days past.
Neither God nor the devil himself can help me in my plight.
Visons of her face still haunts my bed.
Now my heart grows cold and alone.
And as I lay on my deathbed, I dream of you and I together, finally sharing happpiness.
in the afterlife.