Greetings, one and all.
This is a collection of literary works by myself, Lady Von Nightshade. They are more old, than recent, but I feel the urge to share them today. So, if you would wish, enjoy. And please, do not hesitate to comment and criticize. I am a novelist, not a poet, but I would love a critiquing opinion. One always strives to be better. These, are just a few, but more may come in time, if I decide to post them.
Theres no poem
Today I want to share with you,
A commonly known fact.
That you took my heart away,
And I never want it back.
I want to sing you a kiss,
I want to dance you a touch.
I've tryed to write you some love,
But its just to much.
Because I can't paint you a moment,
And I can't sew you a day.
And trying to write a poem for you...?
Love, theres just no way.
"I love you",
Thats all I can say.
Would that get boring,
Day after day?
They say you can write a poem,
For the one who's loved by you.
I'm sorry, love. I realy am,
But what they say isn't true.
-for Mobius Nightshade
It's all my fault
Our lips will meet,
Our finger brush.
I pull away,
It's just a little too much.
I say it's okay, let's not rush.
But you're crying, and my heart is crushed.
It's all my fault,
I took it too far.
Have I lost her love?
I don't know where we are.
We're going to prom,
I trip over you.
You're bleeding now,
I don't know what to do.
You tell me you're fine, and hold you're hand to me.
I've ruined this event, I'm such a failure, how bad can I be?
It's all my fault,
I can't walk in a dress.
Now you're tux is ruined,
I've made such a mess.
It's my fault,
You're perfect and wise.
How did I earn
such a heavenly prize?
It's my fault you see,
I can't make you smile.
I'd have earned it indeed,
if you left for a while.
Will we ever see,
what that phrase does to you and me?
'It's my fault'
And our world is sad,
'I'm so dumb'
Leave me, cause I'm so bad..
Love is love,
so don't we have it?
Let's start all over,
and break this habit.
-For Jessica, a once-appon-a-time friend.
..::Tick Tock::..
Tick Tock, screams the wretched clock.
Tick Tock, it'll say, it'll mock..
Tick Tock is what I need,
'Cause when it stops, I have to leave.
Tick Tock, the clock slows down,
As shards of glass hit the ground.
Tick Tock, do you hear me plead?
Grandfather Clock, you see me bleed.
Tick Tock, stop my hourglass...
Mighty Man, let my life last.
Tick Tock, the winter faids.
Tick Tock, springs is saved.
Tick Tock... Tick Tock...
...
Tick Tock...
...I have fallen.
Tick Tock...
Winter
How soft, ye, how sweet the gentle fierceness
of the snow appon the cool ground.
See it trickle down, landing swiftly on the tips
of eyelashes, melting into wintry wetness as
you gaze to the abyss of time.
Let the kiss of the bitter winds, their sorrowful song
fill the ears which they cool and bite for warmth.
The sky so gray, so calm, feel it in your blood.
For surly you are lesser, nay, of less stature then
that sky which hovers over you always, what right have man
to control it's happiness, even as it grows so sour its tears
freeze and chill us to the bone. Our very core invaded
by the elements so harmless at sight, so calm as they do their
deeds. Emotions clearly not only belonging to humans.
Acknowledge it to your mind, the winters call for peace on earth.
As carols ring,
and children sing.
Take the earth to heart, take the sorrowful sway to touch as your
fingertips brush the flakes of sky's tears of joy as it shows us
this wonder, splendor if you will, men are not blind who see, the world
so very much bigger then you and I, showing us in soft amazing
beauty of white.
Let the icy tears of winter wash you pure with silence.
Breath. See. Speak. Know.
see this emotion in the hollow of your mind, and live.
-To a cold winters day, when words filled my mind. December 7th, 07.
To Jake.
Rain, dark, cold, paradox.
Eyes look through windows of tears,
nay, a veil of sorrow...
Fall down, fall fail, aquard, bizarre.
I did it, I've done it. Me. All my fault.
All me.. All the time...
Drip, drop, flex, feeling... weird.
Grip anything, everything,
how do I escape this depression?...
My soul welcomes it so lustily.
Door, knock, tap, sound, odd.
Go away, don't look... See this beast?
All me, all mistakes, screwed up... All the time.
Day...?
No... My end.
-To Jake, a fallen fellow.
