Poetry as an accepted form of social emotive medium?

[Lord Antisonic]

Not often given to wants of writing poetry, or for that matter sharing much any more, yet, in this case I feel inclined to do so. That being said I don't wish to roll up a bard to fleetingly impart my dribble. Thus, I have chosen to impart some words here. Feel free to ignore flame, or critique. It is perhaps a more darker prose given recent events on a personal level. But wished to share and care anyhow....

enjoy... or not...

Blackened night, and falling tears full of strife.

Unbidden fiends dance, with broken tooth and bloodied knife.

Demons glisten, bathed in terror, to take your life.

Trampled flowers, pallid flesh and a broken sigh.

Lie, there before me all prone to the rift.

The blackened heart on a tepid kiss, I drift.

Lost in eyes, dark and drained emotions shift.

Sitting, crying and clawing at your parting gift.

Fleeting through the streets, remorse and doubt.

Flayed skin on display, with heart torn out.

A whispered plee, need, and lust I shout.

Your shadowed form, shan't turn about.

I have you now, my little child.

You raged and reeled and acted wild.

But I have you now, broken, tortured and defiled.

Locked away, lost in a room, twisted, barred and tiled.

My love for you all meek and mild.

[Twinblades713]

Sylvia Plath would be proud.

[klemkin]

I blame "Twilight".

[the_nightmare]

If I need an application for a undead I know to whom to turn to

[mya]

Can't you write something about flowers ?

[Djriacen]

I enjoyed it, however ominous it might be.

[H&R]

Can't you write something about flowers ?

"Trampled flowers, pallid flesh and a broken sigh."

[Lord Antisonic]

Strangely.. I dislike twilight. I see my vampires more in the de-evolutionary, beast enhanced Strigoi fashion... All muscle, sinew, teeth and attitude.

And I wrote about flowers, once. When I first started writing like 13 years ago. They are almost as sorrow laden as writing about tears. Or regret et al. And I see much of what was written then as naive and angst driven...

there where some night's of excess, where pen and page would meet in a haze of intoxication and inebriation, and create some wickedly malign and insightful creative things about the human spirit in times of trauma and nonchalance. that being said, it never helped anything much and in time I began to see it more as a self-exhibionist act of creative **** on a page.

But, when I realised that my most creative "heroes", were people like De Sade, Poe, Chaucer, Nick Cave, Tom Waits and the movie the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I think I made a distinct shift to writing more to the tone of a setting that inspires emotion, rather then writing in a "flower"y manner of expressing an emotion.

Besides who "feel"s nice things these day? A fond memory may bring a smile to your lips, but a broken heart is still a broken heart, lying dead in the gutter being consumed and driven to torment.

Oh well..

[Imoutgoodbye]

Ah, love and hate. The two emotions that create more poetry than anything. Bless you. If you ever want to talk, I'm lurking around the forums. Don't ask why, but I am.