Romantic Torment

Revised: 3.22.08
Originally Written: 6/16/1998
Final Version: No

Within my darkness do I sit here gazing,
overlooking her beauty within this prison.
Her marks left upon one picture,
my only salvation to Heavens door.

Within her eyes am I lost,
there depths far beyond the seas.
They tell of hurt and forbidden passions,
of times lost in a summer breeze.

Her angelic face my only light,
from the darkness that claims my heart at night.
Soft skin, a lingering scent,
all enough to make one cry.

Simple beauty, a mind not to mention,
she is in many words a Gods perfection.
Strong facial features to make you question twice,
and a inner strength worth the right.

Soft lips that portray sweetness,
hidden poison in truth her kiss.
One touch upon lip on lip,
and an invitation to commit in sin.

To resist, thee can not!
She, she is the mother of your desire.
Cross her not, least be strong minded,
or alas be sure thee are invited.

Yet, here I sit in my distant revelry,
as fantasies of her dance in my head.
No way to run my hands through her silken curls.
No way to explain I meant not to break the rules.

I sit here in this mental prison,
wondering what I did to lose her too.
Her mind and beauty I shall always treasure,
even if I do not come up to measure (to her likeness).

Forgive me father,
I love her too much.
Let me have one last chance to touch.

This picture my only key,
into the realms of sanity.
Will thou not accept me in your life,
and end all that was once in strife?

Originally Written: 1998
Revised/Edited: No
Final Version: No

The darkness rushes in,
taking me to another sin.
Feeling the emptiness that feeds my soul,
where is my deathly home?

I sit and ponder my lack of Loves’ embracement,
missing the longing touch of times endearment.
While shadows continue their dance around me,
I continue to live alone unseen.

No one to understand the hell I live,
no one to give a damn!
I continue into the night of loneliness,
and this is where I now stand!

Troubled by the nights I endure,
I lack the salvation to bring me to heavens door.
Instead I pass my time in passion,
feeling the flames lick with their uncanny satisfaction.

When the time comes for my death,
I shall walk into its dreamy waters.
Cross into the land of the dead,
and be one with my eternal mother.

Originally Written: 1998
Final Version: Yes

Note: This was originally written for www.darkminds.com, and was designed to be the introduction to that website. I wrote it under SombreNuit, an alternative pen name I used mainly between 1997 - 2002:

Come one, come all,
and welcome to Dark Minds.
Where angels fall,
and loving becomes a crime.

Through twisting corridors of delight
I share with you my children of the night.
Partake in this forbidden fruit,
and dine with the darkness that has taken root.

Where fire burns and passion dwells,
where untold secrets can be felt.
Within my mind, within your own,
we come here to make a home.

Through the misty veils of the mind,
we hope to gather with our kind.
Where vampires and gothics roam,
yet one still knows that their alone.

This is Dark Minds.

Originally Written: 1998
Revised/Edited: No
Final Version: No

Note: This is an incomplete poem.

Here is my tale of a boy that once use to dream.
He once saw all the colors: blue, red, yellow, and even green.
This boy was innocent and sweet,
till then he the world did met.

Locked behind the walls of home,
purity born only unto one.
Time moves on and the light fades,
the boy learned fear and took to run.

Pleasures are no longer toys,
but other minds of decent.
Tortured boy learn to accept his state,
and burn the houses down.

Originally Written: 1998
Revised/Edited: 04.21.2008
Final Version: Yes

This poem was actually an AOL IM conversation between a stranger (MystyDays) and myself (under a different writers name). It was a happen-change meeting, and how the entire conversation played out. I had no prior conversations with this person, nor did I after - unfortunately. Also, take note that the poem suddenly ends, which I believe was a result of her disappearing on me.

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lavender = MystyDays
blood red = Me

Dark night but a moment in time,
Endless hours without reason or rhyme,
Soul searching for kindred heart,
A tiny smile a questing start.

A question began,
a rhyme formed.
A smile upon lips,
and so a story begins to be told.

Greetings I bid to thee,
welcome, and please simply be.
From where cometh you,
and from where do you go?

The cold north, but southern born
An empty heart, alone, forlorn
Onward do I ever go
In search of one my heart will know

Many hearts may know,
where as some simply come then go.
How is it you come cross me this eve,
upon the gentle night that to some deceives

Eternal quest through rooms galore
Seeking talk and even more
Your name spoke to me of care
And held within a touch of dare

I answered thus to you in kind
Another aching heart I find
Empty yes, but testing fate
To fill your life with loving mate

Was I wrong to send to you
A winsome note from one who’s true?
Another heart which strives to give
Someone true the will to live?

My name upon lips is a dare in itself,
accept the challenge, the dare upon the shelve.
Empty hearts, yet doubt not can be filled,
and as for thee to filling my life with a loving mate,
how such you a claim to this mysterious, charming fate?

You were not wrong to send to me,
as surely enough I send back to thee.
Thy owe heart would strive to give,
yet has found not a soul willing enough to live.

Surely then was fate so kind,
To lead me to find like mind
All I sought was one to share
Long, empty hours with tender care

Be you thus the one to care?
Someone to meet and then to share?
Minutes, hours, endless time
To fill my life with reason and rhyme?

Then with hours does care come,
and with it so it brings a inner fire to start.
Like minds have come to rejoice in their art,

I may be that whom would care,
give or take, depending on the souls eternal stare.
However, to fill your life with reason and rhyme,
is for you to make and want in your hour of time.

I can simply be.
You may open to my mind.
Share some thoughts,
perhaps a mental glass of wine.

What comes from that,
neither of us knows.
Yet I trust in it,
a secret to be told.

My name is Wyn, and win you will
If you allow my words to fill
Dark night hours with caring touch
Tender words which mean so much.

I would allow your words to fill,
yet as long as mine may return the thrill.
Nights with a gentle touch are welcomed,
and shall be forever more cuddled (in memory).

Words are but a patient start
To all the needs within our hearts
Do you wish to continue on
Or do you wish that I be gone?

Know me as SombreNuit,
“dark night”- to be just that.
In open shadows do I relax.

Come if thee would into my home,
come if thee would into this sanction.

Be gone, no
for that would leave a wound in this heart.
Stay,
and let us partake in its providing warmth.

Come to me into the light
Touch my face with warm delight
Know that all is true and right,
Please come to me, gentle Knight.

Come into the light I can not,
however in the dark shall I feel your warmth.
Caress across your tender flesh I shall,
if nothing else that shall prevail.

Nothing there to hinder thee
From caressing me so tenderly
What bids you to hide from day
And keep you from the sun’s burning ray?

Please read my words with no delays
You’ll find it under MystyDays
You’ll see then a heart of caring
One who seeks to find Love’s sharing.

And caress thee tenderly I would,
for lack of knowing any other way.
From that which holds me back from day,
is your gentle and lovingly calm way.

It fits not to fancy me,
to walk in the light where so much is seen.
So in the darkness have I made my home,
and for how long I do not know.

However such, be not dismayed,
for there is light in ever dark day.
The soul is the guiding light,
the everlasting light of night.

And from that light does this soul ride,
to find a soul like yours to guide.

Seek no more of seeking to find loves sharing,
and now instead bath in its close calling.
I have it here to give,
as long as thee do not mind in partaking in minor sins.

Minor sins are but a quest
To rid a life of emptiness
Minor sins do have I
And wisdom earned within my eye

Shall we speak no more in rhyme
But attempt to pass the time
With words of learning, seeking more
Of the other’s time before?

Before we met in dark of night
And sought to find that which is right?
Should we speak of the other’s life?
And seek to lessen all our strife?

Aye, agreed, and again agreed.
Let the rhyme die with ease.
Let more relaxing words come to take their place,
so that more may be covered in this time span.

Yet, just as tho the rhyme subsides,
I am positive that it shall survive.
Come it shall again,
to make tender hearts give to all that’s been.