my creepy poetry

I know your streets, sweet city
i know the demons and angels that flock
and roost in your boughs like birds,
i know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart
i am your warrior daughter
there are letters made of your body
as a fountain is made of water
there are languages
of which you are the blue print
and as we speak of them
the city rises.



Please, please
don't cry like that
i'm going to go mad
i don't want to see you
i need to see you again
i'm sick from it
because as soon as we
have to say goodbye...
i want to die

And no i'm not emo this stuff just comes to me thats all

here is some more

Yet each man kills the things he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.

I prefer the winter and fall, when you
feel the bone structure, in the landscape-
the loneliness of it- the dead felling of
winter. Something waits beneath it-
the whole story doesn't show.

let me know what u think

Here is some more

In a certain faraway land the
cold is so intense that words freeze as
soon as they are uttered, and after some
time then thaw and become audible so
that words spoken in winter go unheard
until the next summer.

i don't think that one was as great as the others though

ok this one took forever to write but here it is...

Do you hear my voice that's asking you
from dawn till moon and then to day's end?
Listen,my love, music is on the wind
and we will meet before the sun goes down
Long i walked and saw not your image,
My sorrow was great and my sky often dark,
listen, my love, music is on the wind
And we will meet before the sun goes down.

There please let me know what u think.

oh one more this one is really emo if u ask me,

Anger is like a poison
you can't control it
you can't bottle it up
it runs through your vains like a poison
it takes you over
you can't stop it
all the anger you kept inside will take you over
it won't stop until it is in full control
and when it take's over you it will never stop
don't let it take over you
you can't cut it out or bleed it out or cry it out
Anger is like a poison.

Told you guys it is kindof emo

heres a new one for ya

So many cuts
so many hearts broken
so many blood drops from my wrist
so much hateness in my head
so much sadness in my heart
and i can not bare the pain anymore
do i hate you?
do i fear you?
does my heart break every time you break a promise?
does it hurt my feelings you don't care how much i
cry my eyes out
or knowing how much i bleed for you?
you don't know how much i cry and bleed
FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
No... you don't know

ok i think i went very emo here and i kindof scared me when i was finished writing this
let me know what u think

here is another one

Do you not hear my mournful crys
no
i don't think you do
i've been knocking on your heart for a month now...
but there was no answer
yet i've been knocking on my own heart just to see if it
still beats
little by little it beats so slowly
i shut my eyes seeeing nothing but darkness
i can only see me siting in a corner
slowly breathing, blood stains my shirt
where did that come from you ask?
from my heart i said
lightly i close my eyes i took my last breath
now i breath no more

and don't worry i haven't gone emo
i just have emo thoughts

here is some new ones

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow
dim; Not as she is, but was
when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

concive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
Our every corpuscle became an elf

For beauty is nothing
but the beginning of terror we can just
barely endure,
and we admire it so because it calmly
disdains to destroy us.

u happy now?!
and if ur not just deal with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


i have new poetry!!!

Please, please
Don't cry like that
I'm going to go mad
I don't want to see you
I need to see you again
I'm sick from it.
Because as soon as we
have to say goodbye...
I want to die.

Once I desire something...
I cannot undesire it.
I cannot even try to resist,
I will desire it until i have it,
But there is no end,
No matter how much I take,
I still want

That one reminded me of koji somehow i think he might get it.

Is there love in this world?
Where can i can find love?
Nobody knows or responds.
The answer only lies
in my own hands.

Wow , Takoyaki is scarier XD .

Good Job

Nice job I wish i can write poetry

thanks guys i'll write some more

Cool you are amazing with poetry compared to me anyways ^///^

quit kissing up byakuya

I'm sorry,that's nothing compared to when I get mindfucked or mindraped.
Nonetheless,sounds great!!! I would definitely like to hear/read more from you.

Wow...that is AWSOME!! XD I loves it! A heck of a lot beter then the time i tried to write poetry. A+

Cool keep the replys coming and i'll write some more but they are a little shorter than those
But thanks for the replys i really don't think there that good but if u say they are then ok

The only thing I found worthy of any comment in those poems is the fact there is nothing in them worthy of any comment. Consider trying to emulate some techniques (from respected, well known poets) in order to improve your writing.

PANCAKES where'd you come from?
Rukia,when are you going to post new stuff?

relax i'll post some soon and pancakes u don't have to be so critical
that hurt a little but what ever u say

Criticism forces you to analyze and change your writing. Do you think you would ever grow as a writer if everyone praised what you did all the time? If anything, you should crave criticism.

Said By Pancakes

Criticism forces you to analyze and change your writing. Do you think you would ever grow as a writer if everyone praised what you did all the time? If anything, you should crave criticism.

Criticism is always good.
i am just not that far into the poetry thing to make a knowledgeable post criticizing it.

ok i see know thanks pancakes that really helps
and i didn't mean to snap back like that sorry

thats great your a psycho babe,I LOVE IT

i'm glad u love it

I'm an English and Secondary Education major (with a creative writing concentration tacked on to my English degree) so I guess that is why I came off harsh in my criticism. I firmly believe that criticism is beneficial to a writer at any stage during the writing process. Criticism creates a need to accomplish more and that need really drives a committed writer to experiment with their syntax, spelling, diction, etc. Technique is something that is more often that not learned and not created. Emulation of an author's techniques can prove extremely beneficial to a writer. Emulation is not the same thing as imitation. Imitation only leads to stagnation. Emulation allows room for growth. When you emulate something, there is always that hint of your own voice that shines through. It's a writer's job to find that hint and nurture it. You have to allow the work proper time to grow and become what it needs to become.

Well said, The same thing goes for anything else you may do such as singing, Art, Digital art, And all the other things that have to do with creativity.

Think of emulation as a remix of a song, it still contains some of the original (in a songs case, most of it.) But you throw in your own unique twist.
(Not directed at you pancakes.)

ok ill take that advice i'm going to write some more in a few minutes let me know what u think

I am not sucking up THANK U very MUCH!!!!!!!

yes u are!!!!!!

it's good....

are u sure?

Yeah... it's more sane than me makes me feel better.....

i'm not sane just insane

yeh yeh

well i have to go so bye and i think u are so emo

Not emo I loves life who am i kidding