My work

idk. weel just have to ask luna.

Lol.

It's ok. We have a new latin teacher this year and he went through this checklist of things we ought to know at our level of latin and I hardly knew ANYTHING!

v.v I'z so going to fail that class this year.

I've finally written something new... Took me long enough, don't you think? Actually, my split personality helped on this one.


Crimson Flame

My soul burns in Crimson Flame
I weave my work through my shame.
The words flow from endless tears
But few have noticed my fears.
I write, I weave, my dark mind,
But an end I cannot find.
My heart's true wish I want still
But Fate has denied my will.
My dark, dark mind it still seathes
As the words I write, I weave.
I draw upon a deep spring
Filled with sorrow that won't sing.
My world rests in shades of grey,
Hell's price I have yet to pay.
And all this leads to my Fame,
All written through Crimson Flame.



I'm also working on a revisited version of MoonRise Waiting, one with an alternate final stanza.

I really like this one, magician. But then i like all of your work. I used to write song lyrics during darker times of my life and have been thinking about posting them, but im kinda nervous anout it. Do you wanna read them and see what you think?

Might as well.

ok.

wow.... again very interesting... don't know what else to say.

I love your poetry magician.

ok. After careful consideration and much thought, I have decided not to post any lyrics. Thanks for reading them, Magician.

Wow magician...that poem is very very cool. I love the imagery and language use. Still....it sounds as though you were really upset when you wrote this. Are you ok?

Actually, at the time, I was in a great mood. I'm just dark by nature. Now however, there is a slight problem, I won't go into details right now though and I politely ask no one to bring it up either.

I do have two new poems finished, but i don't have copies on me. I'll post them as soon as I can, though.

its not always say I love you, its love conqures all. and poet nascitur is a poet is born not made, by nature not study. plus resurgam is i will rise again. but i might not now. for my heart has chosen two but my heart tends to have a mind its own. so this will be all for a while oh and to those whom now know of the entire situation and to whom is in the center of it most of all, i can not guarentee that i will have the mind nor heart to continue with my art of poetry.

*is very very confuzzled, but gives best wishes to all involved and hopes the matter will be resolved soon without any loss of life or limb*

All matters are resolved and life has once more continued in the home of G.E.E.K.
We all apologize for giving anyone reason to worry and I'm still working on my poetry.
I still don't have accessible virtual copies of my two latest works, so you'll all have to wait even longer. I can tell you their names though...

Grave Thoughts

Death Dream

well it might not be as resolved as you think you mean. soo yea and there will be no lose of life or limb.heheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

Luna lol you silly girl. You know you love poetry and all of your other works and you need to express that.. I miss seeing your works..and you.

well i need new inseration. my depression was the source of the anger in my poetry and my anger is wat my poetry is about besides helplessness. and the one who helped with that is gone now.

well luna make some happy works.. its possible.

no,no its not.

Correction, I can prove you wrong. You've read my old work, and the two I'm planning on posting won't be much brighter, but the one I just now finished is brighter. I'll post it when next I have the time.

Grave Thoughts

Shadows fall on the moonlit grave
My soule, it seems, can not be saved.
My heart, it bleeds, but does not heal
Love I can no longer feel.

Each day I die once again
Is this the price of my sins?!?
I write and write, it does not end
But my heart continues to rend.

I bend and bend, and then I break
But my soul Death does not take.
Why must I live in this Hell?
When can I escape this cell?

Why is it so difficult
To live in another's fault?
Why is it so hard to die
And be taken up to the sky?

I cannot call my life a life
Until I end all this strife,
But I am not but a knave...
And the dead turn in their graves.


The other one, Death Dream, I'll post next time.

what was your inspiration for tis one?

oh but its great.heh

Damn, just damn. (have I said that before?)

luna wrote:

what was your inspiration for tis one?

You... When you chose the fool last Wednesday.