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(no subject) [Feb. 21st, 2005|01:10 am]
Poets of the Night
vote_woodstock
[Current Mood |peacefulpeaceful]
[Current Music |elliott smith - xo]

fo shizzle, this place is dead.
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Promo! [Dec. 9th, 2004|10:05 pm]
Poets of the Night
sadisticlace
[Current Mood |bouncybouncy]

deceitfulorgans


It's brand new and needing a nice little base of members. Will be moderated as soon as tomorrow morning by 2-3 comical people with looovely personalities and insights. I've noticed that this place has kind of died down. o_o


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have you ever... [Dec. 5th, 2004|12:55 am]
Poets of the Night

mourningless
likte someone that already has a boyfriend or girlfriend, but they do stuff with you anyways?

entranced in what is wrong

entranced,
i believe
what is wrong.
forgive me
for my mistake.
i am only
human.
my life
is filled
with sin.
you are
taken,
but i dont
listen
to what
people say.
i like you,
so you
will be
more than
a friend.
forgive me,
i am entranced
with your
beauty.
i am
only human.
and mistakes
happen.
forgive me
for my sins.
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a poem written at 4 a.m., in under 3 minutes. \m/ [Nov. 22nd, 2004|04:37 pm]
Poets of the Night

mourningless
-the pinnacle-

At the pinnacle of darkness,
the scene ends in silence.

For this chapter of my story,
there will be no fairy tale ending.

happiness is an unreachable virtue,
as a letter pains me
more than any words
that you could ever say.

repeating forever within my brain.

I revisit the lines
hoping that my mind
has made a mistake.

but your silence answers
me in dismay.

and i fall 6-feet
into my inescapable grave.
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(no subject) [Oct. 7th, 2004|01:47 pm]
Poets of the Night
darkjen
Yesterdays Sacrifice

I beat him senseless, the beast in heat,
surpassing a sense of want into me.

Instantaneous smiling overcame the scene,
warmed thighs under glowing eyes.

He planned to leave the day before tomorrow,
But tamed long enough to stay the whole night.
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2004|06:16 am]
Poets of the Night

incendiary_eve
The JISEI

… it's an odd sort of numbness I feel burning cold but can't feel my fingers rubbing against each other nor movement perhaps I've no skin but then what separates me from this darkness surely I have skin to feel cold cold is a sense of touch but where are my boundaries why can't I trace the shape of my body with my hand do I have hands if I have no body how can I be speaking or am I thinking who is speaking myself or the dark or thinking …
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Raven [Oct. 2nd, 2004|11:37 pm]
Poets of the Night
darkjen
[Current Mood |predatory]

Silent birds mourn,
I've seen it.
Chirping when their fine.
Grey days surface twelve days a week.
I can't get rid of you,
Smiling at me again.
Thinking about it now,
Two hours with you,
I'm refreshed for a while.
The radio is helping me cope
Covering up this silence.
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Application [Sep. 14th, 2004|11:41 pm]
Poets of the Night

moira_seraphine
[Current Mood |indescribable]
[Current Music |Figlio Perduto]

I would be extremely grateful if you care to look at my application.
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Never Be Forgotten? [Sep. 11th, 2004|02:41 pm]
Poets of the Night

newsong
[Current Mood |sadsad]

Hey, I just wanted to let all of you poets know that I posted a tribute to terrorism/war death victims in my journal today.

They Will Never Be Forgotten?

Take a look and link to it in your email forwarding list and journals, please. It's my little statement, I guess. It's not really poetry, but I'm hoping that lots of people see it, and I hope that the mods here at my favourite poetry source don't mind. Please feel free to tell me to delete it.
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Dying [Aug. 29th, 2004|02:25 am]
Poets of the Night
darkjen
[Current Mood |discontentdiscontent]

Your sickness intimidates my pettiness.
The word terminal is denying my boredom rights.
Now that you're breathing these last known breaths,
and you're fragrance is that of death-
I'm reminded, with your humble embrace,
that we're only human.

Your home is too far away from mine.
I know that your visit here and now, to our hometown may be your last.
If nothing else, I will try remembering you
just as you were, before you fell sick.

It was your mind that was open for all that I had to say-
a saint in civilians clothing.
Every one of your spontaneous appearances-
a blessing in disguise.

I miss your life already.
I'm praying that your passing
will be painless without suffering.
Praying that all that was pleasant in your path,
renews your site and passes before your eyes
before your time has ended.
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