| - Eclipse of the Wicked - | [ Knives' Writing Sanctuary ]

Well, the title is self explanitory, but i'll give you a little insight as to what you will see here.

You will be viewing some of the songs I have written, my poetry, short stories, and just little passages that I have made out of randomness.


I'll probably be posting finished works every few days, and most likely not in any order.

You can give comments, suggestions, even requests if you would like something written.

I'll post the first thing in a few moments. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy my writing.



(And yes, the banner was made by me.)


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Violence

It builds up inside.
A feeling so violent, its nothing you can hide.

I'm half of what I am today, another quarter's gone tomorrow.
This dispirited feeling is urging forth my sorrow.

The deterioration of my soul is inevitable,
I'm bound to fall apart.
To stay together, I am not able.

I feel the malevolence rise inside.
Eating away at me from the back of my mind.

Come and make me bad,
Take away all the sadness that i've ever had.

Tempt me with your sinful ways,
Drown me in the bliss, instead of the pain.


| The piece above was written out of the anger I was feeling at that very moment in time. It was building up inside, and I was like a dam about to break. I am just thankful I have friends like Wielder to calm me down when i'm in those times of need. |

I'd pat you but you happen to be mildly across the country. So instead: *pat pat*

I like the banner, it's very well-made and it reflects your style (as always).

The poem was nice (not in the "nice" sense of the word). I can empathize right there. I used to feel like that sometimes. Of course, I wouldn't always have someone to calm me down. You're very lucky to have Weilder there for ya.

I'd definitely like to see more. You're a skilled writer, and I'm somewhat attracted to the dark feel. I'm keeping an eye on this thread.

Wow. Violence, in keeping with its title, is very intense. It builds up, as though the first line were not only describing the sensation of anger, but the progress of the poem as well. The poem waxes further, until it reaches a climax it never appears to mount from. The last two verses seem to embrace the anger. I get the sense that anger's fire can burn so heatedly that it becomes an anodyne, taking "away all the sadness", drowning you in its furious bliss.

I'm half of what I am today, another quarter's gone tomorrow.

This was my favourite line. It's poignant, one of the kindred sensations of anger.

I look forward to reading more from you Lady Knives!

Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed my poem.

I have tons more where that came from. Most are just little passages but as my Language Arts teacher told me.

"It doesn't matter how small or big the poem is. Each word is important. How you use each word is tremendously vital to the poem itself."

-Mrs. Fisher.



Here's another one I wrote not too long ago.


Aquarious Felicity

Transparent Vibrance
Like silk slipping through my fingers
Reap me of my sins
Wash away the filth that lingers

Ensnare and entice my senses
Let me feel the cold of your touch
Let me bathe in your glory
The feeling that I long for so much

Take me into your satin embrace
Manifest yourself around me, bring the chill
I hear the softness of your voice
So smooth but so shrill

I planned this out even before I wrote it. When I was on Catalina Island, I had been in the ocean for the first time since I had moved back to California. When I was in the ocean water, I realized how much I missed the feel of it. I kept cupping it in my hands and letting it run through my fingers. I swear I almost spaced out for about 10 minutes just thinking about the water and its properties to write something of it. Hope you like it. <3

And another comment for m'lady.

Water is in every line of Aquarious Felicity. Its qualities are depicted in each clear, liquid line, to the point that one feels in the midst of some calm, lapping pool. Each word is well chosen, bringing forth the pellucid essence of water. Ah, and I love the quote you began the post with! Very true, aptly put. Cheers to your LA teacher.

Once again, thank you very much. And goodness, I love my Language Art's teacher, she's awesome.

Violence

The words are simply enough to start stirring up that emotion inside of me. I don't think you have any idea how well that was written. When I read it, images popped into my head involuntarily--it's hard to do that. This is an amazing peice of work.

Aquarious Felicity

I've never seen a poem about...well...water...that was so powerful. Again, images surged through my mind, and I want to go to the beach really bad right now. Thanks a lot, Lady Knives. -.- (Haha, just kidding. ^^;; ) Great work. You better freakin write more.

Thank you very much Awbri.

Oh goodness! I didn't know my writing could do such things.

> <

Well, I hope at least some of my poetry has good effects, though most of it is quite dark. I plan on writing tons of poetry tonight when I go up to the desert to visit family. I'm coming back tomorrow though, so no worries. <3

Awesome poems, Lady Knives! Both poems are very clear and rich in texture.

The Demon Inside

There was a slight ting, which echoed throughout the room; there would be nothing more. Not even the breathing of the two warriors would be heard, just a grave silence. In reality, there were not two people to be seen.

Just one.

Pale skin, almost like porcelin, glimmers with a fresh coat of sweat. Dark, shadowed eyes remain open, as they had been all the time before, unblinking. They were pitch black, the whole surface, like a metallic ocean washing over. There was an eerie glow which surrounded her eyes. Soft breaths, which come to deaf ears, pass pale-pink lips.

Deathly sharp incisors protrude from the warrior's mouth, hanging just a bit below her lips. Pure Darkness. Ebony locks frame an emotionless face, the blank, unfeeling look haunting enough to send a chill down any being's spine.

This is the time to decide...
Do you wish to stay alive?
Or is this the time for you to die?

The young woman falls, as that dark voice calls.

Unwavering, flawless, unnerving.

Alright, this passage. I came up with this in Algebra, when I was supposed to be doing homework. I couldn't even focus because I was in such a morbid mood. This is what I expelled it all as. Hope you like it.

Oh...Jesus. These two lines sent a crazy surge through me.

This is the time to decide...
Do you wish to stay alive?

It heightens my senses to everything you just described about the 'demon'. Makes it all so real. Your voice is so strong, it seems to come right off the page. More, more, MORE!

My Poison

I cannot catch you now,
You've fallen too far down.
I cannot hear you now,
You're too far underground.

I cannot see you now,
The darkness is too strong.
I cannot feel you now,
This cold darkness has been here for too long.

Try and seek me out,
My voice you cannot hear.
Try and hold me now,
My body is nowhere near.

Try and see me now,
I'm nothing but a silhouette, a forgotten shadow.
Try and reach me now,
I'm far too high above ground now.

My first, my dearest,
It's what you'll always be.
My love, my closest,
To what I thought was meant to be.

My pain, my heartache,
It's what you'll always be.
My poison, my drug,
This yearning will always plague me.

Try and catch me. I've fallen into darkness.

Try and feel me. The cold has numbed your fingertips.

Now with this piece, I was intensely depressed, and a bit of anger was burning within me as well. This was written after my first, Nick, broke up with me. I hold no sour feelings towards him anymore, but I haven't had any contact with him since he left. It's true though...

Wow. It's so powerful. It brings back memories of my own. Nice dark little things, they are.

Another wonderful poem by the blackest writer I know. Great job!

Try and seek me out,
My voice you cannot hear.
Try and hold me now,
My body is nowhere near.

Great lines right there. Those stood out the most to me.

I read the first two... I don't think I could read that much dark poetry in one sitting.

"Violence" is quite excellent. Although the third line in the third stanza kind of threw me for a loop. Have you thought about going back and adding a third line to the sixth to round it out, or did you do that on purpose? (EDIT: She did it on purpose, I just copied this from an IM to her)

"Aquarious Felicity", well, I don't have anything really to say about it than excellent job!

Keep up the good work! I'll comment on the rest when I'm not half-asleep! Lol.

Phantom Prince

I leave this place, dear phantom prince, to go and find where you have left me. I'll find my way, my evening shade, and once more your lips will cause me to stumble. My skin longs for your darkened embrace, your gentle touch, and my eyes for your handsome face. Must you tease and taunt me so, manifesting my thoughts, my dreams, grabbing 'hold of my soul. I'll find you yet, my darkest, most venemous angel. I'm yours until the end of time.

"I'll ravish your soul, my angel, your body, and your mind..."

Darkness

Darkness
Slips down her porcelin cheeks
Her eyes hold a certain coldness now

No emotion played upon her face
She's gone

All gone

Locked up. Locked away. Far away.

Black pits
Darkness
Darker than the deepest ocean

Emerald green
More brilliant than the most precious jewel
Though nothing shows anymore

These eyes show no compassion, no fury, no love
Not anymore
Her heart has been broken and now she's sealed it away

Piece by piece she tries to fix it
Hopeless and blank
Her life un-vibrant, stale

Darkness
It shows in her eyes
The way she smiles
It's there all the time

Sadness
Its what she is now
What she will be

Always and forever.

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This is a song/poem I wrote a while ago, when I was still in that ditch of depression.

A powerful poem! I like the way you described different "types" of darkness, like the coldness in

Originally Posted by Lady Knives

Darkness
Slips down her porcelin cheeks
Her eyes hold a certain coldness now

and the abysmal feel of

Originally Posted by Lady Knives

Black pits
Darkness
Darker than the deepest ocean

I also like the play on phrases in the line

Originally Posted by Lady Knives

Locked up. Locked away. Far away.

Thank you very much.



Geeze, is it bad that I don't think very highly of my own writing? I mean, others think its phenominal, but I don't see how exactly...

u u;

EDIT:

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A silken robe was what she wore,
Her power great, but no weapon bore.
But something in her eyes told him,
that within her was a war.

Her eyes bled black and fangs enlarged, she showed her true monstrosity.
I fear for those who stood before her,
to you I give my pity.

"You do not deserve this life. Your mind is bare; you are truly pitiful." she spoke with a tone so cold.
What fear was put through this poor being? What viciousness scarred his soul?

Don't try and run now, don't try and hide, for your death is now inevitable.
You're a defenseless mutt, you have no chance,
Your life is layed out on the table.

The rip of flesh, the blood so fresh, the misery oh-so blissful.
This is no test, there is no hope; the look in her eyes became distasteful.

A burst of dark laughter, a manical smile...-Don't fret, soon it will be over.


Alright, this little thing. I made this when I was extremely bored at school. I don't have any idea in the world what to call it. Hope you like it. -Inspired by my character Knives Eclipses.-

Hehe...I love your twisted little mind, sweetheart. ^^ *Ruffles your hair* I think you're having an effect on me. You depict the vicious hunger of a vampire very vividly; you can almost feel the hate rolling in thick waves off of the character portrayed here. A very nice piece, and though I've read it before, I enjoyed it even more so now.

And on a sidenote, it's good that you're not satisfied with your own writing ability. Humility is vital to improving your technique. Keep up the good work, love!

Cast Away from the Kingdom


~ Sometimes, even when angels are supposedly in paradise, secrets surface. And even the most innocent and most pure of them can be cast away... ~

Lies.
Hatred.
Lust.

The soft drip of liquid could have been heard to those around this place. A young woman, about the age of seventeen laid in a field of waist high grass. Her body was motionless, except for the soundless ebb and flow of her chest moving with each of her faint breaths.

The sounds which were heard was that of a black substance, which was dripping onto the grass from branches above. It made a soft sizzling noise emitt from the earth. When the substance made contact with the grass and soil below, a small billowing stream of steam arose from the ground.

"So You have been reverted to your natural form..?" a soft, smooth, and venemously seductive voice sounded smoothly into the icey coldness of the night. It came to the slightly pointed ears of the semi-conscious young woman, who laid hidden in the sharply scented lemongrass.

A slightly loud noise of pain, and a low whimper escaped the young girl's lips, who currently remained where she was, hidden in the grass. She writhed upon the ground, her claws digging into the soil as she clenched her fists, holding in yells of pain.

Her wings had been taken from her.

"Once more you have been forsaken." the voice once more sounded, almost echoing around the clearing. The being who the voice belonged to took a few steps closer towards the tensed young woman.

An agonizing cry of pain escaped the girl's lips as the man kneeled and watched the girl in pain.

Once, white, brilliantly feathered wings extended from the young girl's back, right near her shoulder blades. It was now bare, and bloody, the flesh, ripped, torn, and bleeding. The pain was still heightening, then easing, leaving the fallen angel almost breathless, gasping softly for air.

Her wings were now gone.

Once again, she truly had been forsaken.