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My Little Angel...I was with no hope,
lost inside me,
giving up of life,
searching the light I couldn’t see.

But something happened,
you appeared
and all of my dreams came true,
now my life is nothing without you.

Everything have changed
all because of you,
you are my little angel
that appeared to rescue.

My little angel
stay by my side forever,
don’t fly away,
don’t wake me of this dream never.
PeculiarThe flame that consumes the candle,
The feather's ink spilled on the desk,
I am sad and lonely.

There's no time for love poems
Broken hearts rotting in the streets
And the sorrow that destroys the soul
Broken by the morbid yearning of your kiss.

And if love is more than a kiss...
Tell me: "What is to love?"

© Lord Nocturnus
Vampire III'm the one who's waiting for you in silence,
That spends days and nights ansious for your return,
In this ankward will of being in your arms...

I deliver my faith in your hands,
I want to die in your arms.
Close my eyes and feeling your kiss, vampire.

Let my love bleed!
It's the taste of that feeling I desire in you
And there are your eyes , mirror of my impure soul.
 
Craved in my heart, the final rose spine...
Burried in my mind, the last smile...
And my world, dark without your presence in here.

© Lady Amdis
The ViolinistHe used to play for hours along
Used to play sad melodies
For a forsaken love
In the lost deep darkness...

Played for the one who loved without limits
Who made him feel something more
The one who despised him once before,
That kept his heart and left...

Alone, he walked to the graveyard
And once more he played...
The ravens came to listen to him in silence
The cold gravestones moaned with the sound of music.

But the one he loved nothing said...
Didn’t smile...didn’t cry...

He played for hours along...
Sad melodies of somebody in love,
Somebody desperate who have already suffered,
And alone in the dark,
The violins
deviantARTSo much love,
So much care.
So much appreciation,
So much flare.

A world of devotion,
A place of emotion.
A land of creation,
A utopia of vison.

A place where it all can start;
a place called deviantART.
O Vazio Pt1- Cheguei, cheguei. – diz Daniel alegre ao entrar na sala onde estão Ricardo e João. Com a reacção fria à sua chegada, repara que o ambiente é pesado.
- Daniel, precisamos que entres na base de dados dos serviços de identificação civil e procures por umas impressões digitais.
- Ena ena, trabalho ilegal para o Daniel fazer. – diz a sorrir mas novamente, a recepção ao seu comentário foi um silêncio pesado e incómodo – Ok, vou já tratar disso. Com licença. – pede Ricardo que estava no seu caminho, puxa uma cadeira e abre o portátil que
A Minha LiteraturaHiperbolicamente eu escrevia sobre o papel, transcrevendo a fúria da minha Alma.
E assim se fazia a minha Literatura, recursos estilísticos? Sim… e porque não?
Eu fingia, fingia escrevendo sobre o papel… fingia a minha Realidade.
Eu contradizia-me… porque… nem tudo tem de ter sentido.
A alma nem sempre tem sentido.
Uns dias eu era Camões, outros era Pessoa na sua mais contraditória emoção.
Podia optar também por ser Florbela Espanca… ou então…  Antero de Quental.
Eu podia ser quem eu quisesse… no papel, eu não era Eu, talvez o fosse…mas…Nem e
O Poeta EleitoUm verso pintado de preto…
Triste, sombrio…
Um verso cujas palavras transparecem melancolia focando a dor de perdas passadas.
O Poeta, cujas mãos trémulas do temor interior, chora sobre a tinta preta que se borra sobre o papel já antigo, deixando mostrar as suas maiores fraquezas interiores, temores, receios, opressões e sufocos que se instalam nas entranhas de um ser tão puro como este, deixando-o desvanecer-se e cair sobre o abismo abstracto, onde as ambições e os sonhos não são mais que memórias passadas, e esquecidas pelo tempo.
Tudo o que ele anseia é esquecer...
Esque
Refugio Pt1Um bater de porta ouve-se distante. Alice vê-se a andar do branco e tudo o que vê parece passar por si a uma grande velocidade, a sua visão começa a afunilar o horizonte escuro, onde chega rapidamente. Os seus olhos começam a piscar e o bater de porta torna-se mais presente. Alice levanta-se assustada da sua cama e demora alguns momentos até recuperar da desorientação. Está completamente encharcada
- Alice? Estás aí? Alice? – a voz de Ruben soa preocupada.
- Sim… espera, já vou. – dirige-se para a porta, destranca-a e abre-a.
- Estás bem? – pergunta Ruben
AbsenceThrow me off a cliff
and try to see me blink.
Try to catch a jolt,
any act of resistance
to my impending death.
Go on
I dare you.
See how much I would care
if I died
at this very moment in time.
But you would not see me blink.
'twas never there.
Morrer Sozinho Pt 2Os tiros sobrepõem-se aos gritos das pessoas que fogem aterrorizadas pelas ruas. Grupos desorganizados atiram uns contra os outros como se fossem crianças a brincar com armas, a esconderem-se atrás de carros, mesas, escadas. Um dos bandos vai avançado tentando encurralar o outro. Assim que soam as sirenes, o caos aumenta, desta vez acrescido do pânico que nasceu entre os criminosos. Muitos deles não são ainda adultos e os tiros começaram a sair para todas as direcções. Zuber está com o seu irmão mais novo e com o seu pai, no grupo que tenta encontrar um sítio onde se possam apoi
Roses and housesAll these days in opposition
a circle i am under
wanted a plain and calm life
immerse my soul in love
just to share your light
fading every passing moment
blinded by the snow
thoughts and strain
another end towards the begining
a gap in between
roses and houses
empty rooms
scattered bittersweet feelings
my past and futures
nothing and nothing to doubt
one night with a dead rose
you left me alone
NumbThis place makes me numb.

It makes me want to hate all that is and that ever will be.
The light I once saw has faded to a microscopic shimmer, light years away.
The Guiding CurrentInto the river
Into the water
Motion on all sides,
Flowing without stopping.
The trout swim upstream
I prefer to roll and tumble,
Letting the current
Guide me through
This river called life.
Let the flow consume you,
Let it swallow you whole.
And feel the power of the current.
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PeculiarThe flame that consumes the candle,
The feather's ink spilled on the desk,
I am sad and lonely.

There's no time for love poems
Broken hearts rotting in the streets
And the sorrow that destroys the soul
Broken by the morbid yearning of your kiss.

And if love is more than a kiss...
Tell me: "What is to love?"

© Lord Nocturnus

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Vampire Romance

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This kiss… I’ll let a piece in you
This embrace…I’ll let it in your thoughts
And this life, how cruel game!
My heart is weak,
I only hear it when it beats along with yours
What have I earn in living under the sun,
If I only could see my shadow?
This love is more than love ...
It is a burning desire in flame
That burns more than fire
Devastate more than any blaze
The centuries will continue to flow
And the distance between us will only grow,
And the impact of this love,
Soon will die...
But keep me in your heart ...
Young and fervor
And if one day I return, then
I want your heart to beat for me again.

© 2009 Lord Nocturnus
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~MyArtself Apr 9, 2009  Professional Artisan Crafter
Sweet, but still powerful!
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~LordNocturnus Apr 10, 2009
Thank you:)
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