She Can Never Replace.. by PhoenixSunFire, literature
Literature
She Can Never Replace..
Her heart pierced and gashed by the pain of knowing
he could never truely love her.
For his heart lye in that of another.
seven years of giving another his all only to have it thrown back into his face at the end.
But even then his love for her stay true.
And as he lye asleep dreaming of another and what they had,
She lye awake in the pain of knowing she could never replace
that who he can never forget.
Love is the pain
that we all hate,
we try to stay away
but at times it's too late,
You may be in love
and not even know it,
So take a look around
but try not to blow it,
Cause its the best
feeling in the world,
Like a good climax
or ten tons of gold,
But once you have it
try not to lose it,
Because some never find it
and others abuse it,
Love is the pain
that we all hate,
But its what helps
decide our fate.
I have this special friend,
He isn't like the other few,
Unlike some of them,
He's always been true.
We've been through so much,
And I've only known him almost a year,
But when I'm with him,
I don't have a single fear.
He's always there to listen,
And never leaves me out,
Even in those times,
Where I could just scream and shout.
We listen to each other,
Like his sorrows and joys,
And even if I wanna talk,
About all the boys.
There's one little thing,
I keep it hidden from show,
My feelings for him,
Are more than you could ever know.
I love him so much,
I'd give him my whole heart,
But I know he doesn't feel the same,
It
To you i would surrender and take down the wall,
Pour out my heart just to see if it would fall.
It seems no greater a distance have i found to suffice,
To hinder this feeling i harbor to entice.
The restless excitment perils of endicision,
Trapped beneath the layers together forming my prison.
Hidden by walls of words, bound by bars of sight,
All that come to life when concealed by the night.
I die to speak, to finally reach out, to let him know i cant do without.
These secerets of sort i must keep to me,
For those who dont know,
Thats all that they see...
Blood and grime and hollow bone,
My heart is holow and cold as stone.
But for you i feel this pain inside,
This pain is love i have to hide.
This pain is new to a heart thats cold,
Dead and gone and now unsolved.
Death to love and life i kill,
Yet deep inside i begin to feel...
Our fingers entwined
We watch the skies
Below is our hate
That grew from the lies
A worthless demeanor
Since I'm here with you now
Hug me close to you
And we'll survive somehow
A pause in time
A crack in the stone
Bloodied curses
That marked our own
Forgetting the past
And moving on
They were mistaken
But now they're gone
We stand here now
Amongst the masses
Our hate has risen
We beat their asses
Incoherant thoughts
Weighted spirits
So many decisions
Never enough time
Trapped in a time bomb and the clock's running down
Where is my release?
Where's my sanity when I need it most?
Who can I run to when life seems unbearable?
No one.
Because they all feel like I do.
We are all the same.
Different piles, but the same stench of apathy.
No matter how you try to mask it, the smell remains.
It soaks
into your pours til it is all you become.
The only cause we care for is our own.
We're just your average proletarians,
Indifference our blinders, our existance.
Insanity is my saviour, because even a fragmented mind can feel some
The Phoenix-My Definition by PhoenixSunFire, literature
Literature
The Phoenix-My Definition
A mythical bird that never dies, the phoenix flies far ahead to the front, always scanning the landscape and distant space. It represents our capacity for vision, for collecting sensory information about our environment and the events unfolding within it. The phoenix, with its great beauty, creates intense excitement and deathless inspiration.
I think in all seriousness, that life is good.When people talk to me they hear anger,biterness,sadness and other negative things.Logically, if life is good, but i look and sound "bad",then i must not be alive.People talk to me,interact with me, attempt to make their own individual impacts on me, on a daily basis.the difference between what they do in relation to me, and what i do in relation to them , is that they have to try to affect me, whereas i simply am who i am, wich seems to affect them enough by itself.
They see me, hear me , or sense me in whatever way they do,so they think i am alive.What they fail to see is that they ask the ques
Lasciviouse Lips Responsible by PhoenixSunFire, literature
Literature
Lasciviouse Lips Responsible
A kiss, your kiss is like an onslaught of a lscivious epidemic.
Our tongues twist and turn like a kknife on my skin.
Our lips presslike the preperation of alcohol from the guaze, our mouths open tour tongues touch like blood on a knife.Such beauty in such a simple kiss.
A simplecut.
Wether the instrument of a knife,or your tongue i wait in agony.
I cant postpone these feelings,i want u here right now.
I want your tongue on my neck,in my mouth,twist it like you do.I wantto taste your saliva,and feel your nails drown into my back.
Let the blood poor,in this moment of ectasy,
Fall asleep in the blood covered sheets.
Tomorrows l
Desperation Of A Human Mind by PhoenixSunFire, literature
Literature
Desperation Of A Human Mind
Desperation of A Human Mind-
Lifeless hills rock the darkness.
Freezing winds travel through snow covered lands.
His wrath dances in the night.
After its vanished between the furs and oaks,
The snow is coming down like tears of god,
Slowly silently.
The Frost rolls up the forest,
The forest sinks in the fog the snow absorbs the white smoke the ground feeds by frost bite.
Who can explain this cold?
White dust of Snow makes cold our frozen sorrow.
Black winds will bring our tears,cold moon will eclipse our desperation.
Heres no sunlight for a human soul.
The only one who lives here is the frost married with the moon the
Celestial Skies-
Dark ones congregate within the celestial skies above Nazarines pall sheet.
LEt them rest in her casket and be poisoned with nightmares
of an emotional scouring basket.
Bred from her loved ones that she born,sever their heads and lay them for Nazarine,bestow them as ornaments and let your marble wrists bleed.
Conjoin with me in creating this fountain of knowledge.
This fountain of life to pass onto my beautiful dark mistress.
I will excrete my mortality to her manifestation in a black dress.
Contributing my crimson stars.
Let them drip and drop on us sinew the poison of lust.
Wrought us and we will refund w
The violinist-
The passion that
the plucked notes evoke
in me burns as if he himself is the devil.
He pours forth his soul
with immaculate tempo
intertwining every ounce of his life
into the musical entity.
The violin sings, feeding off the flames
of his fire, leaving him empty when alone.
Its voice sends shivers uncontrolled down the listeners' skin. How I would give anything to be one with the melody as he and be able to place
into simple notes,
the emotions that have overcome me.
Oh how his music recalls its long life
with the determination that drips
from his fingers, his forehead.
And how the sounds of its
our paths-
…..A depressive thought………………..
……...that shows its head over and over..
…..in the shadows of my mind at first….
……. then as if popping around a corner.
…. I feel it within my very existence…..
…….The thoughts of the world………...
………..As it bleeds to death…………...
…As we have demolished and corrupted.
……And now strive to maintain ……….
……..To reconstruct it………………….
………………………………………….
…………How can we survive………….
……..In the end of it all…………………
…we who our species is like a plague….
………thriving on technology………….
…..As those who bask in their greed …..
…………Over ride our economy………
……….people suffer, sta
Diary Of The Desintingration by PhoenixSunFire, literature
Literature
Diary Of The Desintingration
diary of the desintergration
*it has gotten worse*
the sens of worthlessness,
the sad dragging memories,
the internal sigh exhaled
into a cloud of billowing smoke.
*and it goes into*
self psychoanalysis,
mind gathering knowledge
to try and cure thyself
while burrying into body alone.
*the days are longer*
sleepily wandering,
room to room dazed,
swallowing liters of tears,
faking a whole heart.
*never giving in*
to fall into the sinking feeling,
that is constantly there,
pulling on the strings,
of my frayed soul.
Deity Of Fire -
a godess walks
on toe tips,
hovering over the still
waters of a lake.
her fiery red hair,
a blaze catching
the orange glow
of the setting sun.
Smokey eyes,
empty and sullen,
her expression is
one of far off
dreaming and suffering.
And as she walks
triumphant, over
the icy pool,
the waters shiver
from her power, her will.
and the wind
whispers words
of adoration to her....
A deity dances,
in the light of the moon,
the rays lighting her
powder blue eyes
and giving the
milk white skin
a fantasy blueish tint.
Arms raised high,
she dances
on stars, comets
and silver moon dus
multicolored green-
a light misty rain
awakens my soul as
i sit here, on this
piece of wood trying
to clean my mind.
but my eyes keep
wandering from the
protective canopy
of multicolored greens,
to the body of water
right in front of me,
which moves ever so slowly,
so that it looks still
and reveals its bed of
dead decaying leaves.
it is so crystal clear
and yet,
there is this murky white substance
hovering near the bottom,
making me think of a
thick fog in the air...
the sounds of foot steps
seem to break the peace, but no
it is the leaves
greeting the earth,
preparing for fall once again.
I think in all seriousness, that life is good.When people talk to me they hear anger,biterness,sadness and other negative things.Logically, if life is good, but i look and sound "bad",then i must not be alive.People talk to me,interact with me, attempt to make their own individual impacts on me, on a daily basis.the difference between what they do in relation to me, and what i do in relation to them , is that they have to try to affect me, whereas i simply am who i am, wich seems to affect them enough by itself.
They see me, hear me , or sense me in whatever way they do,so they think i am alive.What they fail to see is that they ask the ques
Current Residence: Bartlesville, OK Favourite genre of music: Folk Metal, Death Metal Favourite photographer: Misantropia/Lithium Picnic. Operating System: My Brain MP3 player of choice: dont have one Shell of choice: Stuffed. Wallpaper of choice: Zombies Skin of choice: Lightly Toasted. Favourite cartoon character: Flapjack Personal Quote: Take a number and stand in line with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck
Favourite Movies
Half baked, Grandmas Boy, Rolling Kansas, pineapple express etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Amon Amarth, Turisas, BlackGuard, Alestorm etc.
Favourite Writers
Lovecraft.
Favourite Games
Zelda and WoW
Favourite Gaming Platform
N64
Tools of the Trade
ill play with n e thing.
Other Interests
Animals, Metal, WoW, Anime, Strange and unusual things, bugs etc.
Face it, love hurts. If you know love you will know pain. If you love and lose you will hurt. If one you love hurts you will hurt too. Your love for someone may hurt another or even the one you love. But that's the price of love. Often that's the reason we love. If you love you cannot escape pain. But honest love trumphs even the worst pain love can cause.
The bigges key is to never let the pain blind you. We can get so wrapped up in our own pain that we lost sight of other people feelings. We become oblivious to their pain, their cries get drowned out by our own suffering. So blind that we may even lose sight of the love they hav
So like im sure alot of artists on here play WoW cuz i know i do! so if any of you on the hydraxis realm or shandris realm wana group for quests or just to grind note me back n ill give u my char name.
And if you dont play WoW you should!!!! tis awesome!!!
Im sure most of you were happy about that, any who ive been workin my ass off latley lots of billz and animals, well mostly snakes to feed i buy 14 dollars in rats,mice,and other rodents insect for my lovlies to eat. that and its fun to watch lol.
Well ive been crurently workin bouncing from rappy job to crappy job tryin to make ends meat. Hopefully my buddy can get me a hook up with Circuit City and get me workin there, yea baby online games n gear , and a nice video & memory cards would be nice.
To those who watch i probably wont be drawing for a long time, gaining the trust and respect from fellow artist who dont very well like my ac