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[The Reverend Dark Angel]

Your Sinful Deeds


The sky runs dark as night, the rivers thick with blood. From atop the Angel?s come, from below the Demon?s rise. Tonight brings about a raging flood. Fighting for survival, fighting for death, fighting merely to fight, and to prove that one is the best. Lost in horror none dare to speak, screams fill the world, and ring out in echoed patterns into the night sky. Here they have come to fight, here they have come to die.

Falling from the slumber of a thousand dreamless sleeps, I wake to find myself drenched in a cold sweat, and a taste on my lips, ever so sweet. The curtains are open, the wind blows softly through. Outside two police cars sit, their lights swirl around, my room is caught in the colors of red and blue. I have done something, I have done nothing. I don?t remember anything, yet here they are to take me away. I can take the slim chance of escape and run, or I can learn what I have done and stay. Before I can choose my door is kicked open and a gun is aimed at my head. No words are spoken, but a million things are said in the eyes alone. I have done something terrible, I hear the hammer pulled back. I watch as he slowly squeezes the trigger. For whatever sins were commited, I am now dead, and all is done.

I am not alive, I am not dead, I am not here, I am not there, I am everything, yet I am nothing. I am everyone, I am no one. I am the silent whispers you tell to your affairs to keep you hidden away from your signifigant other. I am everything you have come to fear, I am everything you hold so dear. I am why you are still together, I am what drives you apart. I am everything you have ever known, I am that which still acts as a mystery to you. I am understood in a misunderstood way. I am lost, I am found, I am away, I am around, I am near, I am far. Yet my destination you cannot reach by any means. I am your worst enemy, I am your best friend. I am the solace you seek, I am your bitter end. In Heaven I lay my wings to rest, in Hell, I torture those who wish they did not exist. I am nothing more than that which you have created, that you have brought upon yourselves. Forgotten in time, hidden by the lives you lead, I am here to welcome you into your sinful deeds.


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If the Master does not approve, neither do you.

[Paige420]

I found a secret, a quiet place of recluse.
There we shared oour private thoughts and beliefs:
It served its use.
I took a chance and laid my soul bare,
I let secrets spill forth from my mouth,
Everything I wouldn't ever share.
I opened my heart from a time
With this friend and shared my mind.
Letting him know every good deed and crime.
Then came my greatest shock!
He listened, cared, shared,
And did not mock.
Then he gave me his thoughts in reply,
He told me his deep truths,
And did not lie.
With this trust I had placed in my friend,
Sharing things with no other,
A bond was formed, unbreakable beyond the end.

-P. DeLaRonde

[Më£ïñÐa]

*applause applause to this thread!!
wonderful stuff!!
Thank You!!....*VB

[Blanca]

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I worte this when I found out that Mary Jane lost her mother the second I found out actually....*S*...hope you all enjoy it!

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Tilt my head back
So Far.....all I see is the stars


OH! LOOK! Up there!
Infinity and Beyond.

Reach Up! c'mon try harder....
Reach up and grab a star,
Grab a handful!

Ahhhhhhh but you can't touch them....
Ahhhhhhh but you can't hear them.....
Ahhhhhhh but you can't smell them....

But, does this mean they aren't there?
Does it mean when you look out and see a sparkling ocean of beauty that it doesn't exist, because you can't grab it and put a handful in your pocket?

Because you can't take a pinch of the beauty and sprinkle it all over your face?

No, it's there, it always was and it always will be.
There in essence.

Still beautiful, still very much alive.

Still everytime you tilt your head back,
Be it eyes open or closed......

Those stars, that ocean of diamonds will glisten and reflect in your eyes.

Always they are there, always will and always were.

Look closer....deep into the shimmering eyes of the night.........

I see a smiling face, and its looking at you.

~yours truly,
Blanca
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[This message has been edited by M?????a (edited July 24, 2001).]

[~~CloverKat~~]

*tears, sniffles* beautiful...

[Chilly]

This poem was picked by my best friend the day before he was killed in a car accident June 17, 2001.

When i come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little-but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that was once shared,
Miss me-but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It is all part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home,
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me-but let me go.

Love ya and miss ya like crazy Michael!

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I am who I am and if you don't like me the way I am...TOUGH SHIT *S*

[Xenia]

damn...thanX chilly ..i know that last post was truly for me..i heard it not read it..ill tell ya why, and i dont get personal outloud like this but its okay..today marks the ninth anniversery of my fiance's,my best friends death..7/24/92..i miss ya LOUIS..so i guess this ones for you..well all of you..
the black and white stays the same,
only the colours change,like a rainbow
showing its true feelings to the world,
appearing just after a storm
when the sun punches, kicks its way from behind the clouds
letting its rays dance upon the shoulders of those who gaze at its presence
wishing they only loved it as much as they do when its gone...........by Xenia


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wont you listen to me Sam he's a devil not a man and he spreads the burning sand with water......... cool.......... clear.......... water

[Paige420]

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, nor the grief of a child And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, So start your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers And you learn that you really can endure.. That you really are strong, And you really do have worth.

[Paige420]

Today I met a great new friend,
Who knew me right away.
It was funny how she understood,
All I had to say.

She listened to my problems,
She listened to my dreams.
We talked about love and life..
She'd been there, too, it seems.

I never once felt judged by her,
She knew just how I felt.
She seems to just accept me,
And all the problems I'd been dealt.

She didn't interrupt me,
Or need to have her say,
She just listened very patiently....
And didn't go away.

I wanted her to understand,
How much this meant to me..
But as i went to hug her,
Something startled me!

I put my arms in front of me,
And went to pull her nearer..
And realized the my new best friend,
Was nothing but a mirror.

[Chilly]

Your welcome Xenia *S*

Its strange how life is sometimes. Michael had attended his friends funeral the day before he was killed, and told his wife if anything ever happened to him, he wanted that poem used. And its Michael, i not only read it, but i heard him saying it. He was a great friend and support person for me. I could hear him telling me "stop your damn crying, im still here dammit" I have many great memories of him and the time we shared in life, good and bad. And that poem helped me to realize he will always be with me here in my heart. One thing he always wanted he got before he was buried. One last trip around his favorite bar. There were so many people lined up on the street to tell him good bye. I cried my eyes out but i know Michael was happy. Lifes too short, enjoy it to the fullest. I am. *S*