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Their full of the truth of lives that really mean nothing to the human race, we waste what we have,...take it all for granted....your poems..in short....are awsome.. :)

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Thank you for such great comments...I really appreciate them.
I have a hard time sharing but feel it necessary for the grieving process of life to finally end! If that makes a lick of sense?!?
I will be posting more soon...
Thanks again so very much.
Peace,
MourningAngel...

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awesome, i like ur style keep posting

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Thank you and I will...I'm working on one right now but seems my poems turn into novels...LoL
Peace and Love,
Mourning...

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:o gods, weeping_angel...







i read them again...and i almost cried for some reason...it feels as though something very important has been taken from me...and i don't know what...you know that feeling you get when you think of the old days?...when the posse was still together...when you felt like you were a part of something bigger...even if it was only a little bigger......a sort of cool feeling of saddness has washed over me and calmed my angry spirit... :unsure:















...my thanks...

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I have to say that is one of the best compliments I have ever had...to calm a spirit even in sadness is a great feat and to do so with my mere words is such a consolation for me...to know that my work, my pain has helped calm or even just touch someone elses soul...
Thank you from the bottom of my black, shriveled heart...
Peace,
MourningAngel...

*Bye the Bye, the feeling of not having something/someone/anything that should be there is present in my life at all times. I think thats what is pulled from me when I purge. To be a part of something...anything...maybe even just once.
Again..
Thank you. :)

Edited by Weeping_Angel, 07 July 2004 - 12:56 PM.


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Another insane rambling...Of course

~Untitled~
If I live the Lie,
Will I die the truth?
Or just feed in my own agony..
If I peel back the blinding flesh
to see with newly sighted eyes,
That have been given to me by a nail...
Will I glimpse, if but only for a moment
the infinate tapastries of my life from a heavens view?
Will I ever hear the haunting harmony
of the Sweet Angels,
Chiming loud and true?

Days run into nights as I wonder if you will be,
the one who can take on my soul...
that savage beast who haunts my destiny?
Would I have my last breath be taken,
To be abandoned,
Left..
Only to writhe in my own infinate, dead abyss?

In the screaming quiet,
lies only the spiraling drifts of my own memories
And in the twilight,
I am the lost...
Will you be the one to crawl deep inside,
Take away my sin...
Take from my my pride?

Striving forward by regressing,
A contradiction in even it's own terms...
If I look through the shattered confusion,
Will I see the heated breath that is pulled from the night?
Or will I watch as it falls frozen to meet me,
Dead by the firelight?

A silent giggle caught in my heart
A stinging caress...
The taste of pain, So sweet...
Yet so tart
A panicked breath is smothered
To feed this sick addiction..
Bound again,
by the details blurred,
of my confession...

If I live the lie of life...
Will I taste the truth of death?
Or simply feed again,
In my own agony?
The questioning still remains,
As I turn yet another page...
~Kimberly~

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And another...
I gave this one a name!

~Deaths Breath~
Personal growth and freedom
is hard to attain...
If you spend all your time searching
for someone
or something to blame...

If you'd only listen,
the answers lie simply within...
It comes to those who wait and grow,
Give themselves time to understand...

Take a look inside yourself
You'll have the chance to say,
'That I finally find the joy
in simply bieng me...'

That is my reflection,
The story it tells with tears..
As I stare into the steel oblivion,
My mirror clouds my fears...

A tranquility that surpasses all,
How could I settle for less?
A chance to climb the heights above my mind,
And be me, at my very best...

Ah, to surpass this circle of wounds,
and look upon this world without any dread...
Then to my utter amazement.. my mirror does say,
'Well all you have to do my child, Is simply turn your head...'

Mirrors are very wise, you see,
If one but opens their eyes...
Blurred or smeared from the tears that fall,
Or maybe just the rain...
It matters not, for I now know.
There really is no pain..

A gaping wound, once said to be my heart,
That is what remains...

I look to my magic mirror,
as much as I can...
If only to remind me
That the farther I stand from Deaths Breath,
The better I am...
~Kimberly~

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I look to my magic mirror,
as much as I can...
If only to remind me
That the farther I stand from Deaths Breath,
The better I am...


Simply wow. You have such a wonderful rhythm to your poetry and there is such wisdom in your words, but what I quoted above is going to stick with me for awhile.
Someday he will be the death of me.

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I look to my magic mirror,
as much as I can...
If only to remind me
That the farther I stand from Deaths Breath,
The better I am...


Simply wow. You have such a wonderful rhythm to your poetry and there is such wisdom in your words, but what I quoted above is going to stick with me for awhile.

Thank you so much Kryson, I have a tendancy to just puke on the page if you will.
I am but emotions trapped in a pen....or fingers as the case may be when typing them.. :blink:

Im glad that particular phrase is the one that will stick with you.
For if my words help but just one soul in even the slightest of ways,
I feel that I have accomplished a great deed.
I'm very honoured that my words will stay with you, to possibly help in times of great sorrow or heartache when the need to stand at deaths door seems the only way out. I have found that it is not.
I hope that is the reasoning behind your keeping my words with you.
For that was my purpose.
You, one person, or me, one soul...to change something in this putricity we call life.
You holding my words in such a regrard really makes my day.
Shows me that maybe not everything I do is in vain...
I, Thank You...

Peace and Love,
MourningAngel...

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Not one of my best works....but from the heart none the less...

~Untitled~ damn I have issues with titles.....

A frightened little girl walks up to a coffin,
as the cold, icy peaks of the nothern mountains peer thur the window...
She finds the familiar face of her Mother within,
Lying there...
Fooling her.

Like the burning cold of the whipping wind across a frozen river,
Her skin turns to ice
and her heart melts into the rippling water...
The tears are falling faster,
as she wimpers with a terrified little face...

Her heart hardening into a firey pit of lonliness
Unwilling in this hour of despair,
to let in the power of the warmth...
With cries of pain her heart grows fonder
Turning slowly, drawn to wander..
Alone among the trees of darkness
searching with a heart of love,
'Mommy please open your eyes'..
A clammy little hand reaches in,
to wake her sleepy Mommy,
To shake her and make her be alive

But the coldness of the body causes her to pull away..
The doors break open and the pain comes in waves of white lightning,
cascading across the bay...
She cries even harder, knowing it's true...
Her Mother has left her...
And she knows shes crying too..

Timeless,
Waiting,
Knowing sadly that the day wil never come...
This little girl is now a woman, with a heart that will never be won.
and the doors that will stay locked forever encase her cries of pain
Held within herself so that no one can be near.

Agian this lonley little girl lifts the casket,
peering inside..
Only to find the face of her Mother lying there,
Never to return..
~Kimberly~

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Another poem, if anyone cares...

~The Beggar~

Seemingly sublime are the notions of a man,
Alway seen but never known..
As the beggar merges into a King...
Each integrity strives for a meaningful,
worthy goal...
Hear the cooo of the dove with the robin's call,
as they usher in the dawn.
Searching, finding and achieving become such great obstacles,
Yet upon this quest, evil thoughts riegn,
and good, forever a test...

Is there really a difference between day and night?
What makes a beggar less than and a king?
Am I blind?....when my eyes are open..
Or am I receptive when my eyes are closed?
I have seen winter..
And the spring opens up the windows in my heart

Are notions and experiences a basis for an identity,
like a newborn tree that starts in the soil?
Growing, hoping and striving to be..
It's branches reach and feel the new surroundings,
Forever the integrity of a person recongnizes wider
Higher...
Trace, but not do not follow your own...

The dawn of my world has merged into the dusk of His universe,
His face shimmers above the clouds and the crown of Mighty Kings.
Yet his feet touch the soil of the very poorest,
and weakest of souls...
I see a strange yet beautiful crown in this, his kingdom of hell,
As a beggar merges into a King...
And I am lost in his cries.

Words pull one across, and force the eyes wide open,
Clearing, purifying and pulling me evermore...
The road you take is decided by yourself,
Just flow with the pressure and peacefully unleash...
Don't hold on to that beast!

Entering a dark cave with lightly echoed voices singing their hymns
They filter off the interior and give me no end in sight.
Till suddenly silence....
'Find me a way, show me anew'
Yet the Silence riegns true..
Quietly relieve the mind, and solemnly find the cloud that has become me.
Balance through the changes...and focus within...

I see my king, his arms open wide,
Do I turn to him or run away...
Holding tight to my pride.
I see him clearly now, and watch him from afar...
Because I know he will never have me,
No one will....
For me, we all just are...
Alone...
As the beggar merges into the King,
once again.
~Kimberly

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I don't know why, because it seems that no one really cares, but I am posting one more....Not the best of my works to say the least..but I'm posting it anyway.

Peace to all...and to any of you who do read my work...Thank You.

~Fear~

Open your fears to the savages of concrete decadence
Watch, as they create the tortured demons sent to tyrannize,
then reign...
The power of evil engulfs the horrors of menace,
It's Moral decay...

Show your passion as in the dwelling of a wrinkled light,
cast in the dark shadows below
Like placid little poisenous sailboats,
sinking to the oceans floor...

Stop hiding behind yourself..let me cry your tears
As the blood runs down my face,
A vision of you dictates my fate..
Bound to the misery,
loves dying embrace..

Open your soul for me to get in..
let me watch you as you seeth in sin
The wrath of the omnipotence is raging..
And the tears I cry are streaming in showers of steam
As I awaken from this, My most horrible dream...

Fear envelops feelings of morality
Fleeting moments in time, of restless iniquity
Darkness surrounds emotions usnsure
of labors and trials..I've yet to endure.

The inner self, ripped open
My flesh as cold as the midnight air
But still I let you in,
and gave to you my confession...
Raped by bliss and understanding..
this world is gone.
How could you care?

I just want to finalize,
I'm tired of dreaming...
Always speaking of ruling the world..
The nightmares....'Oh God, the screaming!'
This Godess of pain...helping others on whom it rains..
Yet the clouds bring too much madness for me,
I don't know how I can carry on...
to meet another day.

I will dream of a single kiss..
Forever..
Alone, Knowing this kiss will never come.
So I face only my own fear...
And only hope for peace...Peace for everyone,
Everyone I hold dear...
~Kimberly~

Edited by Weeping_Angel, 14 August 2004 - 10:50 PM.


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i may not post much...but i still read...the wordmaking part of my brain is dead at the moment...............i still enjoy reading your works...regardless of whether or not you believe them to be your best or worst...every piece has it's own place among the collage of words, emotions, and concepts....progression...introspection...refraction.... :)

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Thank you...I guess I needed to hear something of that sort...I feel my touch is gone at times..
At any rate...here is another one.....
Thanks again Enki, I appreciate your comment very much :)

~My Waking Dream~

The darkness that night,
It hung cold and damp upon the tragic sea...
Not with a breath of air moving
Not making any noise
Surrounding the pale moon...
Playing tag around the irridescent clouds
Fog, so thick and low, heavy to the ground...
Only adding to a sense of pending doom in the shattering silence.
Afraid of all the mystery
Praying that I will live to see,
This end we have in absolute totality
When my death decides to find me...

Away from within the frame of nowhere..
Moving slowly yet rapidly,
she comes out of the fog...
Tattered, broken sails, stirring in the stillness of the night,
Creaking against each white capped crested wave...
Such an eerie glow...
She sees my insanity,
Has she come to set me free?

Crying out in an echoed voice for all above to hear,
I'll find a way to conquer every one of my fears!
All of my nightmares have become so crystal clear...
They are encumbered by the memory of fear and guilt,
With a touch of the agony to boot.
It has become my unholy trinity...
My mission, My play...
To do nothing but pray,
she will come on swift wings,
When my death decides to find me...

Shadowy figures can now be seen,
Lingering amung the lines of the holy grails..
The course she steers is north of here,
as odd as that may sound.
As she passes along our beams,
The cries of a million lost souls are heard
Almost like she, herself, was searching for its very soul,
Lost somewhere at sea...

Preordained to live or die?
To watch as the endless days go by..
Never, to chose the casket where I lie
But only to ascend on angels wings,
To the promise of finer things...
With the dead I hope to sing,
A chorus of sweet melodies..

The quiet and moonlit sea has come back from the distance,
As the midnight Ghost ship dream, all but fades...
Gentle breezes come as quickly,
as the cold damp darkness leaves...
Save I leave me now my own memory,
to savor all so thoroughly for the rest of my days
As I want silently,
Waiting for her..
Hoping for sollice,
When my death decides to find me...
~Kimberly~

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My latest...a bit more...simplistic, if you will.

I am Nobody..
I am the little smiley face that means nothing on your screen.
A faceless, breathless derivitive of what was once love...
I used to be a daughter, spoiled and loved for it was only my Mother and I..
Untill she left and now rests above...
I never had a father,
Untill I saw him dying in his bed...
I am the forgotton,
By Father, By Mother, By lover, by friend...
I will always be alone..
Trapped inside me.
I am the one who nobody sees for I dont want to stand out,
I only crave to blend
For I want no one to see...
I face my reality with each day,
begging God to take me away...
I am nothing if not one emense throbbing heart,
And pain whether yours or mine rips me apart.
I tried to be a wife, to a man I thought my prince,
but alas, I was not good enough for him.
I Try my best to be a good Mother,
The courage that takes evades me...thus ensuing my constant struggle.
I am a worthless bieng..
Who can only try and do her best..but even that is never enough.
For who I am is not worthy of love...
I am caught in a nightmare that I can't seem to escape.
I am the one who gives all and takes nothing back
Therefore making me nothing...
All I want is to make everything nice and help all I can.
I would do anything if someone reached out thier hand...
I am an enigma to myself,
Always searching for Love...
Always searching for Love...
I am weak, when others are strong.
I look in the mirror and hate what I see.
I am the left, the forgotton, the hopeless, the one who will never be.
I am only Nobody...Kimberly~

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There are so many here Angel. I feel like a child in a candy store. Should I start with the first one and tell you how I feel or is there one you would like me to read first?

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that poem makes me want to cry...or scream in an act of deicide... :ph34r:

you are not alone......

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Start wherever you like Tool...I love your insight..you see what alot of others don't always pick up on. :)

Thank you Enki..:)

Another poem

'My Latest Dream'

The pretty girl with the dark brown eyes is a prisoner
Someone is always searching her out....stalking her,
Hunting her down...
He just wont let her be
She is sentenced to life without parole
Locked behind her very own,
cold dark and solitary walls...
Shackled by a gold band,
Bound by honour, duty, and Love...
Her warden looms above her
He is but always ready to strike
Forcing her to her knees,
Sharing and spreading his vulgar disease...
She wants to escape,
But she is so very afraid..
She seeks out her cellmates who are hiding in the shadows,
Her sad eyes silent
No thoughts of her own...
Shes afraid to breath,
She knows she cant help them
She is utterly alone...
Silent she is as the thick dust covers her obsession
She enters the hollow dark recess of her brain,
Walking in beauty...
She lowers her head,
And picks up the flower laying in the rain
Someone said it was dead...
Such a beautiful soul,
Haunted with such horrific pain...
Killing her....tearing her flesh
He's trying to capture her every moment,
Watching and embracing her every emotion..
She screams in waves of white pain so intense
Was it lust, was it love...
Or just pure rage?
Ah, but he had only just begun...
The memories fade and she comes to her place..
To end up in hell..
Watching from inside herself,
A place he can never be..
She watches him,
Stalk her...
As a tear falls from her haunted eyes
And he comes For her again...
~Kimberly~

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Another insane rambling...

~Your Whipping Post~

Strange as it is...
Impossible to feel this way,
Is what I feel the truth?
As I stand, facing you...
Unable to cringe this time...
Though I see your hand is poised,
I hold my breath
I am unable to cower under your touch,
Never again...

My hearts beating softly,
But you cannot hear...
as the familiar hot sting comes
I hold in my fears...
And give in to that clean and vicious snap
Surrounding me like an old friend
Your madness burns deep inside me,
I will not give in to my tears
For it is within them that you hide...

Has my mind changed completely..
To the blistered and bleeding from the time before?
I'm naked and open to your rage...
Helpless, tied like an animal,
To this your whipping post for days...

Will I keep the same pace,
or change it anew?
Swallowing my bitter pride and accepting your aggresion
Stiffening my back with every lash of your frustration
The pain in my eyes mirrors the joy in yours.
As you swing your whip again...
It reflects the sweet glistens of anger
This lash, it splits my skin...

So many questions I ponder,
Flowing blood..
My minutes left are few.
Remorse for deeds undone,
Guilt for crimes of passion
left unseen....
Untill you hear me scream...
For what else would you have me do?

Your madness burns inside me,
as I bleed especially for you...
How strange now, to find myself enjoying,
Craving...like a sick addiction...
Bound again
To this blood stainded crucifix
Come to me my love and unleash your fury..
You have made me what I am today
As my madness burns with you..

I wish I could change all that,
Alas, there is nothing I can do
Struggling between confusion and pain
A question of morality...
for what has he to gain,
just everyday in eternity...
His own hell is what he seeks,
For tomorrow he will be bound and gagged
and forced to bare my wrath..

Feel it hit with the force of fire,
You can lay bleeding,
For my arms, they wont tire...
I can finaly see your rotting insides,
Worms crawling thru your brain
Demented children stomp on your helpless body
As I make myself whole again...

No one can hear your scream, as you've told me once before
Its too late my love..
The blood I crave has already dripped through your slimy holes...
And I have finaly become the overtaker
How far will I let this go?
Will I make it....or will he realease his beast
with my screaming injections,
And quiet relief...

An old musty sponge is now soaked through
Collapsing under the rush of all my anger
All of what I carry with me...
Lurking in the deepest caverns and darkest corners
where you try not to look..
I'm Lying in ambush, I will have you,
Tied to your own whipping post of damnation..

The scent but a trace of a fragrance..
So dark so small..
Why do you live?
When you have caused me to die...
Pull me again, into my sick addiction
Come unleash your fury, I am here...
Waiting for your madness to make me whole

Dance with me this macabre dance of love,
For tomorrow I will be gone...
Freed from your whipping post.
As your blood has become mine...
And I give to you my madness,
For it has always been yours
Not mine...
As I Lean against your whipping post this very last time...
~Kimberly~




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