Greetings and blessed be.

I am Fushigi no Kaosu and I would like to share some of my poetry with you all here. I have been inspired by all the wonderful writers that have already opened their minds to us and wish to do the same. I do warn you though, I have naught a poem that most wouldn't deem "Dark" or "Gothic" I am, however, just a simple woman that has no fear of the darker things in life. Please don't mark me down as just another "Angsty Teenager" (for I am neither). I do wish that you read my works with an open mind and open eyes, for not all is what it seems. Also, please do not hesitate to ask me anything about my works, or to leave any comments or constructive criticism. Now, I leave you to read and, hopefully, enjoy.

~~This account is now a temporary mule for KageShio but it has been requested by the original owner of the account that I put up more of her poems for her. This is in no way me(Kage) claiming these beautiful poems as my own, I am just doing a favor for a friend until she is able to be on Mene regularly and I give her account back. ~~

~*Index*~
Nightmares [in your arms]
One Time
Is it Goodbye?
Rubaiyat Ramblings
Dreamer
Uta no Hinoiri
Acid Lullaby
The Wise Rose
Waiting
(more to come)

Nightmares [in your arms]

I feel the calm unnerving,
in the stillness of the grave.
I feel an evil stirring,
and a soul that can't be saved.

I feel the shadows creeping,
to still this pulsing night.
I feel the sorrowed weeping,
as the raven takes flight.

I feel the fevered pacing,
of a creature in it's cage.
I feel it's heartbeat racing,
with a burning, white-hot rage.

I feel the hastened breathing,
as the reaper closes in.
I feel the demons seething,
and his malicious, evil grin.

I feel the victims bleeding,
the blood a thick, dark red.
I feel the lies misleading,
as the innocent lie dead.

I feel my body quaking,
as my eyes fly open wide.
I feel the sobs that leave me shaking,
as you awaken at my side.

I feel your arms around me,
safe within your hands I moan.
I feel your presence soothing,
at last I know I'm home.

(c) AEB 2006

One Time

At one time, I saw the beauty in the stars.
sliding through their orbits far away.
But the whorls of time leave only scars,
pleasure stripped of a form that would not stay.
Hope departing on the wind like sand--
Never could another understand.

At one time, I knew the peace of solitude.
Never fearing friends nor love to blight.
Now I watch, but I cannot intrude--
Touching briefly, fading into the night.
Watching self decay, I can but wait,
Seeing what I could have been too late.

All I lost will not return again,
So I wrap the tatters 'round my heart.
Nothing in my world can dull the pain,
Begging from myself to be apart.
Walking down a road that has no end,
I have no one I can call my friend.

Once more rallying the last of my will,
Still, I keep my head above the waves.
Dregs of hope that time has yet to kill
Hold at bay the darkness that my soul craves
Even now denied the right to die,
Never knowing what it means to cry.

(c) AEB 2003

Is It Goodbye?


If I don't take another breath, At least let me say goodbye.
A final smile for those I love, those who will miss me
Touch their hearts-
Help them be strong now.

If I don't fight with him again, at least let me say goodbye.
The only way I can this time, the memories of friendship.
Release his soul,
Give him one more chance.

If I don't see her face again, at least let me say goodbye.
one last joke, and make it good, smile forever.
Catch her tears,
Tell her I'm not gone.

If I can't save the world today, at least let me say goodbye.
I'll never ask for anything again, this wish upon a star.
Carry me home,
Keep me safe inside you.

You may hate the world sometimes, but it's my world too.
And If I die protecting it, I have no regrets.

Goodbye.

(c) AEB 2007

Rubaiyat Ramblings

I
Heavy breathing, sound of fear
Ever creeping, someone's near
Don't look now, right behind you
Haunting laughter, can't you hear?

II
Redrum, Murder just behind
Here this soul, my hands to bind
New moon rises, now alone
In my eyes, no feeling you'd find

III
When our faith is misplaced
And the sorrow finally faced
It's looked head on, craven though
By us, whose hearts were once so chaste

IV
The Siren's song is on the prowl
Joined in by a lonely howl
Shudders fall down the spine
On this night, lies something foul

V
Touch of death, cold as ice
Tongue of fire, tendrils slice
Through the night, the reaper's call
Sickle's fall is the price

VI
See the sky, dark as ink
Pushing close, to the brink
Feel the pulsing, empty vein
as to the black, you sink

(c) AEB 2007-2009

I'm happy to see you share your poems again, you shouldn't let one person stop your muse from letting others know it exists.

Dreamer

Found in eternity, lost once again;
waking in nothingness, dreaming in sin.
Steel eyes tell the tale of years they have borne--
Ever in sorrow, forbidden to mourn.

Faith is a falsehood, forged only of ice;
A mockery to those who have lived the hard price.
You no longer fear you will not survive:
The toil of your heart is to know you are alive.

Time flows about you in eddies and waves,
Your tongue, turned to dust, cannot speak what it craves.
You have naught but the tendrils of memory to find,
Last lingering wisp of choice left behind.

The plea of the haunted encased in full lead;
the cold brush of ageless eternity sped;
The price that you pay is to never be whole,
To exist with the knowledge that,
You once had a soul.

A.E.B. 2003

As far as macabre poetry goes, not too shabby :]

Uta no Hinoiri

The setting sun paints the horizon with blood.
The trees sway in mourning of the life of daylight.
The air grows thick with silence,
As the crimson fades to the black of twilight.
Night lights the soul-lanterns that dot her cloak
As she descends to shade the world
From the fading warmth of day.
The wind whispers false yet gentle caresses
To the lamenting trees as the dew glistens
In the pale glow of the solemn orb above.

Oh lady night, wrap me in your presence,
Give me the cold comfort only you can give.
Let the crimson on my skin fade like that in the sky,
Let the darkness wash over my scarred soul.
Let the silver waves purify my blackened heart.
The black silk of misery shrouds my thoughts,
Like the pain of the past clouds my eyes.
The tatters of my emotions flutter
In the wake of my last breath
As I give myself to the tender, bladed arms of night.

A.E.B. 2008

Originally Posted by Red Cross Robbery

As far as macabre poetry goes, not too shabby :]

Thank you, it is always nice to hear praise, no matter how old the works are.

Acid Lullaby

Twisted metal
Piercing screams
Like horrors only
Seen in dreams
-
Shards of glass
Searing pain
Torn flesh cleansed
By acid rain
-
Rushing crimson
Waterfalls
Tangled bodies
Mangled Gaul
-
Taste of copper
Smell of death
Sound of gasping
Final breathes
-
Warm red pools
Of liquid life
Silver moonlight
Glinting knife
-
Glassy orbs
Now frozen wide
No more secrets
Left to hide
-
Racing heartbeat
Heaving lungs
Something wicked
This way comes
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Spark of Hellfire
Burning bright
Stench of panic
Cold moonlight
-
Soft and wet
The feel of earth
Polished coffins
Trapped in dirt
-
Flowers lie
In stone lined rows
Gifts of sorrowed
Empty souls
-
Green eyed monster
Vengeful plans
Heartless murder
Blood washed hands
-
Shadows dancing
Secrets hid
Creaky slams of
Coffin lids
-
Ghostly wails
Rattling chains
Torn and tattered
Eyes deranged
-
Never resting
Empty hearts
Cold as ink
And thrice as dark
-
Misleading smiles
Filled with hate
Merciless as
The Hands of Fate
-
Breaking hearts of
Those betrayed
Silence as
The screaming fades
-
Mad demented
Church bell chimes
Evil twisted
Nursery rhymes
-
Echoes made
With no one there
Weight of secrets
Too big to bare
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Fear and torture
Curse of death
Swing of scythe
Reapers breath
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Belladonna
Nightshade leaf
Siren’s song
Of empty grief
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Join in all
to sing and rise
All madmen’s laughter
Soulless cries

All whispers dark
Coal black hearts
Twisted laughter
Ever after
-
In this . . . . .Our acid lullaby

AEB 2008
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The Wise Rose


Black on black, unseen, unknown,
Growing in a garden lone,
Seeking out a crypt of bone
And silent in its seeming.

A simple rose it saw below,
A beauty it had yet to know,
Reminding of a land of snow
With blood upon it gleaming.

And seized by jealous apathy,
The blackness lingered by the tree
To watch the rose so silently—
It dreamed forlorn and bitter.

The rose, it told of many things;
The symbol of what loving brings,
A flower to be given wings
Or borne upon a litter.

The blackness, held in wonder’s thrall,
Implored the rose to tell it all,
But no more answered blackness’ call
The rose, in wisdom blooming.

In vain the darkness pled and cried
Only to find the rose had died—
Nor may a rose forever bide,
But fade into the glooming.

And so the darkness goes it way,
Bereft of reason there to stay,
And nowhere to its burdens lay,
Nor ever solace finding.

The black-on-black forever flows,
A soul that only torment knows.
It seeks the wisdom of the rose
To lose it from its binding.

AEB 2004


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Waiting

Pushing back the darkness and drinking from the well;
I’m locked inside my slumber and laughing in my hell.
Hiding from the madness and striving to become—
Making love to vengeance—and waiting to be numb.

Grasping at a purpose, searching for a prayer;
Hearing vacant echoes, the shadows of despair.
Hoping to endure it and giving it my all,
Reaching for forgiveness—and waiting for the fall.

Seeing death around me, living it each day;
Weathering the hardships through hope to fall away,
Still I keep on breathing, seeking to transcend;
Endlessly decaying—and waiting for the end.


AEB 2006