Steel meets steel, with showering sparks,
and it is here, that the battle starts.
The duel begins, on ravaged land,
and here it will end, the final stand.
The darkened soul, draws first blood, his shimmering axe now red with the essence of his opponent.
But the light shall not be vanquished as of yet. Mustering his courage he fights with the bravery of a wolverine, and the tenacity of a lioness defending her young.
He lunges and his sword is swung powerfully in an arc, with force enough to part head from body.
The dark one will not allow himself to be defeated yet, and with a motion similar to the slithering of a snake he avoids what would be the mortal blow.
And the battle rages on.
For hours it rages on. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries, it raged.
They exchange wounds like friends would exchange stories from days of old.
And in the end, the light sees the weakened, defeated husk of the darkness.
And the good prepares for the final blow, the end of all, the end of the night.
He thrusts his sword and sees the crimson shimmer of blood.
And for the brief, moment, the light knows contentment.
And as he looks down at foe, he realizes that the blood is not that of the enemy,
But his own.
He stares for what seems to be an eternity.
At the dagger protruding from his chest, at his own sanguine fluid slowly streaking down his abdomen.
And he looks at the darkness.
He stares at him face to face.
Eye to eye.
And the darkness smiles.
He has won this day.
The warmth slowly fades from the warrior, as he is surrounded by an all encompassing cold.
And then nothing.
And darkness raises his hands in victory, shaking and flailing his arms wildly, staring at the corpse of his fallen opponent.
His battered and broken body on the verge of collapse, he looks up.
And his eyes open wide as the moon in the sky.

For good and evil have fought this day,
And the darkness has had its victory.
But you can never truly defeat the light,
And there will always be more to continue the fight.

And the sun rises…

*breaks champagne bottle over the new board, christening it*

The darkness creeping, sneaking, closing in
The tendrils arise, grabbing, choking, pulling me down
Down, down into the endless abyss, a bottomless pit
An infinite amount of nothing at all
A world of pain, a world of rapture
Because the pain is my pleasure
And it will be yours
Join me, it's where you belong.
An eternity of all and nothing.
Heaven and hell
So let the tendrils entwine, engulf you, embrace you
And ride the wave of the downward spiral.

I do'nt konw why I wrote this. I guess I was tired a couple days ago when I did.... it doesn't seem to make any sense to me now. :)

It was so long ago, every time I remember I can feel again
The pain, the anguish, the misery of then.

If I can feel it now, then it must still be then.
If that is true, then will never end.

Because I will always remember,
I can never forget

I don't wish that I could, i need to know how I failed.
Because it was my fault, and now I'm Jailed

Prisoner of my memories is what I am
And I can never escape them.

Because I will always remember
I can never forget...

Because they will always control me.
And my sentence is from then until I can see.

So from here to eternity, my soul is bound
Never to be set free, until it is found.

Inner peace is what I must find.
But I'll never find it, because I am blind.

felt like writing this for Dooms. Its not the best piece of poetry in the world, but it came from what I feel and I just had to write it. I also suggest the other poetry bastards give a crack at this.
=huggles Doomsie=
This is for you. Best of luck. We owe you.

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The light that burns through my mind
The fire that spreads through my heart
The feeling that fills my soul
The you that completes me.

The joy you bring when you're close
The sorrow when you are gone
The love I feel always.
The love you will never have.

The feelings won't go away
The feelings I can't control
The feelings feel so good
The feelings feel so bad.

The feelings that I have
The feelings that control me
The feelings that console me
The feelings that let me down

The feelings that hurt me
The feelings that kill me
The feelings that fill me
The feelings you don't have.

The darkness creeping, sneaking, closing in
The tendrils arise, grabbing, choking, pulling me down
Down, down into the endless abyss, a bottomless pit
An infinite amount of nothing at all
A world of pain, a world of rapture
Because the pain is my pleasure
And it will be yours
Join me, it's where you belong.
An eternity of all and nothing.
Heaven and hell
So let the tendrils entwine, engulf you, embrace you
And ride the wave of the downward spiral.

I do'nt konw why I wrote this. I guess I was tired a couple days ago when I did.... it doesn't seem to make any sense to me now. :)

Lamenting under candles glow
Ale dries up while down falls snow.
Darkness creeps, covering all
Wondering when you began to fall
Mere days ago all was well
Now you know there's no fire in hell
Just eternal cold.

Soul is brittle, frozen, shattered.
Will has submitted, beaten, battered.
Feel your mind slipping, fading away
Dim hopes that this will be the last day
An end forthcoming, end to pain, end to all
Still, you know you're just starting to fall
All the while getting colder...

Abandoned by mate, disowned by blood, nobody left to corrupt.
No release, you wait to erupt.
First eager to live, now eager to die...
Living a life that was always a lie
Tipping the barmaid, you take your leave
From your shattered mind a plan concieved
You walk out, into the bitter cold...

Opening the door, seeing nothing but black
Feeling worse now that you're back
Make your way to the drawer, rummage around
Search until your salvation is found
Moments later, your hand feels the knife
Yearning to put an end to your strife
The blood trickles down your arms..... and all you feel is cold.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candlestick
Jack burned his pants, Jack burn his shirt, MAN, that has GOT to hurt!
Jack Drove to the hospital with great speed, nobody knew of Jack's dire need.
Jack was stopped by the cops who held Jack at bay, they wouldn't listen, so Jack Sped away
Jack got there quick, Jack shredded gear, but the doctors looks gave Jack great fear
The rushed Jack to the burn center place, but the blisters had already reached Jack's face
Because of the doctor's efforts, they fixed Jack right up, but Jack learned his lesson...
Next time Jack better be wearing a cup!!!

It stares.
With gleaming eyes that seem to reflect your very own soul,
your pathetic withered soul.

What did you do to deserve this?
Nothing.
The answer to everything, is nothing.

You did nothing.
Nothing beneficial.
Nothing constructive.

Nothing that made you happy,
nothign to make others lives more fulfilling.
You are a parasite.

You drain the kindness of others,
feeding your own desires, but still you are empty.
You are a parasite. You are insatiable.

And now your time has come.
And who is this beast with the eyes made of nothing,
the eyes that see in to the depths of your heart.

It's you.
They are your eyes.
And what do they see in your soul? Nothing, because you are empty.

Empty and alone.

The pain is nagging, and it takes you a very long time to realize what it is.
Is it the actual object that pains you?

No, that isn’t it. You don’t know what it is but you can feel it.
You can feel the truth buried deep, but it is hidden away, and you can’t find it.

And one day, it just hits you.
The truth rushes onward and it washes over you like a strong current.

It’s not the object, it’s that you don’t have it.
That’s it.

Then you realize that it isn’t true.
You haven’t let the whole truth hit you yet.

Finally the real, whole truth reaches you.
It’s not that at all, it’s who DOES have it.

People just like you.
But you don’t have it.

And if someone gave you the object now,
It wouldn’t matter.

Because the others had it first.
They weren’t better than you.

But they were chosen first.
And you were ignored.

The pain hurts now more then ever.
It isn’t a nagging anymore.

It’s a sharp stabbing pain that goes away with time,
But in it’s place is an aching pain that will never go away.

And it hurts because you don't know.
You don't know why.

But it hurts none the less.
The truth hurts.

She is all, all of you
There is nothing that you would not do.
The sight is cause for heart to flutter,
And to force your speech to stutter.
For the merest glimpse will start you flying,
Towards the celestial sight you’re spying.
All around her an aroma wonders,
And the faintest whiff will cause you to ponder,
“What is that scent? That glorious thing!
Like flowers and honey, it makes my heart sing!”
And if she utters a single word,
Truly, a more glorious sound could not be heard.
The slightest of touches, a caress of the hand,
Your legs will melt, and you can not stand.
And a more noble soul you never will find,
She is loving, compassionate, gentle, and kind.
If she asked for all, all is what you would give.
But all that she wants is to love and to live.
If she is around, a feeling of total completeness arrives,
If she ever left you, you could not survive.
Whoever had her, there you would find,
The luckiest man, in all of mankind.

I am the creator. And I created this life.
But it is truly no life. No life at all.
It’s all an illusion, but no illusion.
It’s a delusion baby, a delusion of mediocrity.

For the truth comes by and then it leaves me,
The lies they fill, fill and complete me.
And the truth will come but it won’t stay,
The lies what keeps the dark away.

The darkness is truth, there’s truth in the darkness.
But there is no truth. No truth at all.
It’s all a lie, but not a lie.
It is nothing, I’m nothing at all.

For the truth comes by and then it leaves me,
The lies they fill, fill and complete me.
And the truth will come but it won’t sta-ay,
The lies what keeps the dark away.

And the night falls down, it creeps o-ver.
It is dark but there is light, there is no darkness, none at all.
It blinds me baby, but it lets me see.
I am the truth, the all, the me.

I created this life and now I live it,
Why do these dreams have to be so vivid?
But it’s not a dream, no dream at all.
This is the life I live but I don’t want it,
Why does my mind feel so haunted,
Why does my reality seem a dream,
Why can’t my dream be my reality.
I created this life and now I live it,
Why do these dreams have to be so vivid,
But it’s not a dream, no dream at all,
And this is me, that’s me that’s all.

this just came to me as a song, but since it's a little hard considering I don't play an instrument ( well I used to play sax ) and I can't sing anymore ( damn puberty, hehehe) so just imagine it.

8^D

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candle stick.

He burned his pants, he burned his shirt, MAN, that has GOT to hurt!

He rushed to the hospital with great speed, but noone knew of his dire need!

He was stopped by the cops, who held him at bay, they didn't understand so he sped away!

He quickly arrived, he shredded gear, but the doctors' worried looks gave Jack great fear.

They rushed him to the burn center place, but the burns covered his arms, his legs, his face.

Because of the doctors efforts, they fixed Jack right up, but he learned a lesson. Next time he jumps he better be wearing a cup!

I am your passion, your undying dream
I am your confusion, nothing’s as it seems
I am your hope, how it used to brightly gleam
I am your depression, I am the extreme.

I am your delusion, what you think you are.
I am your confidence, a painful scar.
I am your potential, a collapsing star.
I am your downward spiral, we’re gonna go far.

I am your aspiration, what you want to be.
I am your illusion, what you think the others see.
I am your esteem, you can’t count on me
I am your mind, I can be your destruction or I can be your key.

not some of my best work but I figured "why not?"