Dark Ballads

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It's a short trip to Paradise

It's a short trip to Paradise if the Prince on his White Horse is waiting. By day he sleeps, at night he weeps upon the 666 women he had in the Crypt of the Devil's Castle. (I'm just a piece of shit & grief who feeds upon their blood, because of my one & only that is no more.) Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Laterna Magica in Camera Obscura

Your tiny light shines in my darkroom as a negative of your image in a mirror. But the wind wrinkles the water and you’re gone. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Interludium (bis): A Little Night Music

The clock ticks away the hour of midnight & in a web of white light a piano is playing a little night music: Allegro! But where is the pianist? Look at the keys, they go up & down as the Rondo dances through the deserted streets with this Lord & his Lady dressed only in her jewellery. And the clock... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Interludium: Bruges-la-Morte

In Bruges-la-Morte only the dead are dancing through the living rooms when the evening is falling and the grey people are put to rest in peace in their houses where shallow shadows of lost centuries are wandering – stoned as a statue. Who listens well, can hear a voice behind a hatch whispering... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Black Widow

At her feet he gets high on the hill where the sun is golden. From love they live in a web she weaves, centuries old and the fire turns cold and she whispers: ‘Be my sweetheart till death do us part.’ Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Write for the world and get paid!

WRITE FOR THE WORLD AND GET PAID! "Thisisby" offers writers a royalty of 50% of the advertising revenue that the website is able to generate from the articles of all the Thisisby writers. You can earn more money if your poem, story or article achieves a high number of views in the last 24 hours. In... Sign in to see full entry.

I will

I will be your singer- songwriter. I will write you down, your body & soul & I will make you sing in this little song of mine. I will be your ghost- writer. I will make you live forever & together we will write an endless story of darkness & light in this little poem of mine. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Hi!

You were bewitched by the magical force of a voice blowing in the wind, taking you from the land where you were dancing in the sand. You have no idea of the crush I had on you, of the crash that erased my hard disk and how my memory is missing now. But ask me if I am Lord Halloween and I will... Sign in to see full entry.

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