Dark Illusions

poison.

feeds@yuku.com (Raven The Oracle) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 21:06:52 GMT

kiss me,
i beg for this poison....
let your love be the death of me
drenched in blood, clothed in sweat.
kiss me...
kiss me...

What Vestiges in the Land of the Rising Sun

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:28:00 GMT

This is dedicated to Yoshiko (Okada) Green; they are her memories.

Kaeru no uta ga, kikote kuruyo, kwa kwa kwa kwa
kero kero kero kero, kwa kwa kwa
I chanted with my mother, sitting

on the tatami mat, little folded frogs,
brown, yellow, red, perched in our laps.
They leapt one push at a time, hop hop hop.

Licking my finger, I made a little hole
in the paper screen to press one eye against
and peer. My father sat in...

Eating Seasons for Thought

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:25:56 GMT

Another creative writing project:

Words can flow as smoothly as blood
through a length of violet vein
or as roughly as grainy sandpaper
down a patch of blackened skin.

One thing is for sure,
there is no stopping either. Blood
will flow and flow and flow,
until, accomplishing its purpose, can do no more.

It's a measure of chaos, this
uncontrollable rush. Worse
still, when it's like a boat bobbing
in the...

I Traverse the Dunes of the Universe

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:25:28 GMT

A creative writing project for uni:

Stars frame the path,
icy and incandescent,
like a thousand washed-up pebbles
bleached white like whale bone.
Stand still,
smell the freshly bloomed
super-nova, spicy
like freshly baked pumpkin
pie on Thanksgiving.
Look to the west,
Xibalba is rising,
exploding into a magnetic
arc of gold and crimson,
hot like the kiss of electricity.
Dance from the east to the west
Circles...

We Kissed Tomorrow Goodbye

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 05:51:00 GMT

Candescent stars stood stark white against the sky,

and the symphony of the night rose above the wet grass

in a shrill and brilliant harmony. I sat on the porch,

cold hands holding a hot mug of tea.

The steam curled in whimsical tendrils from the

caramel surface. I should have been thinking

about how I was going to pay next month's bills.

Or how I was going to manage living without

my best friend always shaking his finger...

Gifted

feeds@yuku.com (nexushorus) — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:42:25 GMT

Not so much a poem, Just errant thoughts flying through my head at the moment.

What does it mean "to be gifted" ?
What does it mean to have power ?
Is it as easy to choose light from dark?
Is it so easy to refrain from hurting others ?

The paths sprawled out in front of each of us
So covered in grey
Often lead to hard choices
Why does it seem that all i want will cause others to be hurt?
Why does it seem that I'm better off...

Loki's Portrait

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Mon, 25 May 2009 07:43:09 GMT

I consider this more artwork then just a casual photo. So, that's why it's posted here and not in the other forum:

Xenomorph

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Thu, 21 May 2009 17:37:10 GMT

Here is another one of my short stories. Yes, an ACTUAL short story. Again, if you get the 403 error, just refresh until it works:

Xenomorph

Doomsday.

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Thu, 21 May 2009 17:36:17 GMT

This is a short story of mine about zombies:. If you get a 403 error, just hit refresh until it works. =P

Doomsday

The Dream Thief.

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 01:52:22 GMT

Vibrations
Rumble through my body
Sweeping my soul onto its feet;
Forcing me to dance to the motion of colors
The sound of bass reverberating through the room
The smell of musky incense;
Scent of fairy wings,
Taste of your gossamer lips,
Softer then fairy wings.
I can taste your lips,
I can taste your essence
Wake my soul up, tear it from its prison
The bass will make my essence shutter, but
Your essence will make my body tremble.

Im the keeper...

Hollow

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:34:42 GMT

You sit by that porcelain throne
Hug it to you.
Beg it for your life.
And you mumble out confessions.
Confessions of life long love.
Perfection.
Thats how you saw this love.
Meant to last forever.
Hugging that porcelain throne.
You dont know if youre going to see tomorrow.
Dont know if youll be there tomorrow.
Cant smell anything of tomorrow.
Only the vodka on your breath.
That last shot.
You cant remember.
Ripples in crystal clear...

Masks.

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:34:06 GMT

Masks
Of porcelain
Colored with hues
Of summer dusk

Smiling, frowning,
Laughing, crying,
These simple little charades
That we play with every day

From Behind these theatre grins
And theater frowns
We lie in wait
For the curtains to fall.

If only we could break
From these little plays
Break through these porcelain chains
So that we could see, feel, something real

So that day after day,
We might be able to say
All the things...

Love Me.

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 15:33:45 GMT

Reaching,
I just want to feel your face.
Reaching,
I just want to smell your smell.
Is that so much to ask?
I want to run my fingers
Along your skin.
I want to hold your pillow
And smell your scent.
I want to be able to say
That I love you.
I want to tell you how much
You drive me insane thinking about you.
Youre so far away.
I cant feel you
I cant smell you
Whisk me away on a chariot
Pulled by black horses
Take me up to the...

My soul is in my Throat

feeds@yuku.com (newmoon20) — Fri, 11 May 2007 05:45:28 GMT

I know strange title...oh well.

My soul is in my throat
She is parched dry
I hold her there
Constricted in the tiny space
She moans
Something like a low growl
She has grown primitive with hunger
I do my best to keep her out of sight
Covered deep in the base
Of the neck
I do not care for her comfort
Only that she sleeps
To save the world her luminous quality
When awake
She is not at rest
Only unable to move
It is the only way to calculate...

Starving the animal

feeds@yuku.com (newmoon20) — Fri, 11 May 2007 05:33:39 GMT

(similiar style of "I starve my belly for a sublime purpose")

Two Years I starve the animal
Hoping to tame it or put it to rest
I say to it,
"Darkness, I am not afraid of you
You will quiet down
You will not cause me trouble"
The animal starts to growl
For Two Years it is impossible
To shut it up
Yet I keep to the task
This evening, staring into a mirror
I notice that, by degrees,
It begins to sleep

Dark poem

feeds@yuku.com (Scary Smile) — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 17:47:55 GMT

Here's a poem I wrote on behalf of two someones I care about... Unfourtunatlly, I was unable to obtain Part III. Perhaps I can get it later.
The poem makes more sense around part II...
(For reference, the cup reference is from Revelation, and the 'Here be dragons' is something Midevil cartographers wrote over uncharted territory on maps.)

Anger, pain, Familiar feeling
Why did I ever choose this path
Who would think...

Pagan Pride

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sun, 18 Apr 2004 12:31:17 GMT

Alright, lemme count how many layers I used for this . . . . 45 layers. ^_^;;;;;;. Hehe

Pagan Pride

Darkness Hails,
Lady Silent Sorrow of Dark Light

Administrator of The Shadows of the Night, The Writer's Haven;

Night Flowers

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sat, 17 Apr 2004 19:38:39 GMT

More photomanipulation.

Night Flowers

Darkness Hails,
Lady Silent Sorrow of Dark Light

Administrator of The Shadows of the Night, The Writer's Haven; The Connection...

I love you.

feeds@yuku.com (Raven The Oracle) — Sat, 17 Apr 2004 18:52:11 GMT

will you-
pull me close when i start to cry
hold me til i stop
and never ask me why.

Could you-
take away my pain
hold it like its yours
until i start to feel sane

Can you-
love me til forever
and it has gone and past us by
would you ever say never?

Do you-
cherish me above all
and keep me safe
like your breakable porcelin doll

if i can
and always do
3 words to be said
I love you.

"are you...

Poison in My Veins

feeds@yuku.com (SilantWanderer) — Sat, 17 Apr 2004 16:54:42 GMT

There an aching in my soul
A stabbing pain in my heart
Something's tugging at my breaths
Trying to suffocate me from the inside

I can feel it deep within me now
This poison is eating at my veins
Slowly running throughout my entire body
Bringing me down

Clawing blindly in the darkness,
I'm trying to find a way out of this chaos
Trying to see clearly, but this poison is blinding me
These crimson...