The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
you should take a good look
before you touch it.

You may be hurt
if you don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
you might be hurt.

Careful what you wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
you should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
you don’t live,
you just watch
your life fading,
without pag-ibig
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.

Raised sa pamamagitan ng wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he pag-ibig me? Does he know what pag-ibig is?"
My mga kaibigan and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, matagumpay yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
Or just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.

Poem About Criss Angel:

Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
You always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
You have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when you remove quarters from your arm using a knife, or cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know you will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
You amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person you really are
I know how you feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel bravo and creative
Because you inspire me

A woman's life is a rose.

Each petal containing a portion of life.

The diligent journey wil be perfect.

As you live, your rose grows weaker.

Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.

The many years yearning for unity has ceased.

The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.

God will welcome you with kindly eyes.

Your sacred rose will live on.

A woman's life is a rose.

By: Arylynn10
and it sinabi it has to be longer to be an artikulo so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah

pag-ibig felt like a warm cookie.
But as you can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..

I noticed how he sinabi 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.

I thought he felt our pag-ibig was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.

pag-ibig is poison..

I asked him if he loved me,
But he sinabi 'Yea' instead of
'I pag-ibig you madami than anything'.
That hurt to hear sinabi be..

pag-ibig is poison..

I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..

pag-ibig is poison..

Sweet and innocence
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed sa pamamagitan ng mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl sa pamamagitan ng the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone or swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.

CARNIVAL
OF
RUST

do you breathe the name
of your saviour in your oras of need
and taste the blame
if the flavour should remind you of greed
of implication, insinuation and ill will
till' you cannot lie still
in all this turmoil
before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill

come feed the rain
’cause i'm thirsty for your pag-ibig
dancing underneath the skies of lust
yeah, feed the rain
’cause without your pag-ibig my life
ain't nothing but this carnival of rust

it's all a game, avoiding failure
when true mga kulay will bleed
all in the name of misbehaviour
and the things we don't need
i lust for after no disaster can touch
touch us anymore
and madami than ever
i hope to never fall, where enough
is not the same it was before

don't walk away, don't walk away
when the world is burning
don't walk away, don't walk away
when my puso is yearning

By Alucard Steiner
___________________

The river to hell,
The river to eternity,
The river to pain,
The river to beginning,
With the ferryman's bangka made of bones.
The water of flames that look so cold.
The moans of pain, which you'll soon join.
The wicked laugh of the ferryman, who knows of your eternity.
The howls of a beast, that makes warriors flee.
The river to the end,
The river to the beginning,
The river of blood, this river of pain,
leads you to the dog, the beast in chains.
The river moves slow, pulling you deeper in.
The end of you life opens the gates of hell.
To flow down the river of Styx,
This will be your own personal hell.
You wish for safety, but you meet the beast.
The dog of three heads, that brings you to your knees.
You desire to run, but you can never flee.
The bangka floats through the gate, to the beginning to your eternity.
Your eternity that ended,
At the river of Styx.
~

When the world is silent and the tears float in midair, what crisis has befallen us?
I lie awake thinking.
Where is the better tomorrow?
Why do we always find it at an instant too late?
How is it that the earth can misjudge it's caretaker's so carelessly?
Due to days like this, I can see now why Pandora shut the box.
It's a macabre assult we have just trying to live through one day.
Every oras is as excrutiating as the second.
All of the dances, composed sa pamamagitan ng life and death, are filled with taunting, torturous reminders of what is yet to come.
We can't all catch a lucky break, we can only grin and madala it.
There is a black ulap which coveres the already shrouded eyes of our madness.
Will I be able to see that tomorrow when all hope is gone and no one will hold out a hand for me?