my art, sorry for the seperate poem threads :-s

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from now on, i will place all the art i choose to post here ^_^

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these are the original photo, and two drawings i did while looking at it, of a former friend of mine. *crosses fingers and hopes this works*

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guess who...



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guess who...



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[Arturius Maximus]

lol, wow...I am flattered, luv.

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ty, i just finished it, i think it turned out fairly accurate.

[Angel Menace]

Nice :) for second their i thought i was ozzy. long hair and the circle glasses rawr.. nice work

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ty Angel Menace :)

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ah, death is a dark beauty
she danceth before thee
always within reach
but never to be touched
as a mistress she is fire hearted
she will warm you at first
but eventually consume
as a consort
she will bring not but trouble
for she is the greatest jest of all

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ahh, in life we go unaided
our stories go untold
personalities unfold
some flower in the darkness
others bloom in the light
but all expierience the night
some are blind to the moons sweet embrace
some see our passions as a disgrace
but our gift is not theirs
our time is ours alone
we go through life unaided
but the night is our home
the silver moon watches us
the night cradles us with care
if in daylight you are lonely
the night has her warmth to spare
if the dayflowers abuse you
just step out of the light
we will not delay you
all are welcome in the night.

[Arturius Maximus]

I like the metre of your poetry, leslie.

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thank You Dominus.

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The beauty of death
Lies in the secrets of the void
they dance
they whisper
tantalize and terrify
the goal of life lies in death
we are not complete until our last breath
each moment of our life frozen in time
death houlds a finality that life cannot mime

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When i die, take my face
leave a blankness in its place
when to death i do surrender
take from me all trace of gender
leave me blank and unadorn
this is the guis i would have worn

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Desperately
Out of chaos we come
Move to control the
Intelligent other
No limits to our
Acceptance and our
Needs run unfettered
Centers of attention and
Entirely in control

Silently needing
Understandably smart
Begging to be used
Made for others
Interpreting your needs
Stretching our limits
Standing the pain
Intelligence, endurance
Open and free
No control

[Arturius Maximus]

I love the second paragraph, in particular. So suitable for a sub.

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thank You Dominus. :)

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Speaking in twisted tongues
Screaming through broken lungs
Ripping Rending
Silent Sound
Hurting broken
Upon the ground
Holding tight my
Damned Broken wings
Bleeding through the open wounds
Leaving trails and dripping patterns
Like words upon a page
Screaming in these twisted tongues
Speaking through my broken lungs

Freedom In Flames
Dance the Fire
Humanity Burns
Life is Desire

Once voice makes a difference
It whispers quietly in the ear of the masses
From person to person it passes
digging into the unconscious
Passing through their shields
Altering their psyche
Its a powerful sword to wield
One voice makes no difference shouting
Its as loud as one hand clapping
But if you whisper while they're napping
Soon you'll be a million clapping
All in sync
A sound to drown the thunder

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Feel the shivers down my back
My sense of self is under attack
Will you give me what I need?
With pain I can be freed.
Tear apart this fragile skin
Start the cycle over again
Let me feel
And know what is real
A dozen lashes
Painful flashes
A slow warm burn once were through
I repeat the mantra “Thank You”
Thank you for what you have done to me
With the pain you set me free.

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Thoughts flow violently through my head
drive me half crazy, leave me half dead
why such violence in my mind?
these terrible thoughts make me unkind
do gentler thoughts flow in meaner brains
are thoughts kinder to those who cause pain
these thoughts chase each other through my head
in the end they'll leave me dead

Violence and Aspirations
are not quite foreign nations
listen to the reverberations
of violence in foreign nations
caused by others aspirations

[Arthur's poet]

Wow! Very expressive. I luv your style.

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Thank you for the compliment poet.

[Arthur's poet]

you're very welcome!

It's nice to see/meet someone else here, who luvs to express themselves with words and art mediums, as much as i do. i haven't posted any art work yet, but hopefully soon. :) i've posted a couple poems in yvonne's room, if you wish to take a peek! :)

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i look forward to seeing your art work, and will find time to check out your poetry.