here is the fianl dramatic coclusion to the trilogy:

the best season and day

Atop this cliff the moonlight shines clear.
Orange and glowing through the clouds of jet.
I will never forget that night and the velvet ocean.
That Halloween night by the fire.
Stories told of ghosts, monsters and demons
Scents of pumpkin pie, orange hues and haunted moods.
The season of the supernatural and the night of nightmares and dreams.
The light is leaving, the darkness is beginning to be seen.
This shadowy shroud of passion, beauty and mystery.
The circles of crimson leaves and the taste of cranberries.
The wind wails and I here a howling next to my window.
It comforts me like a lullaby as I fall asleep.
I wake to hear a scratching at my door.
A raven flies in saying nevermore and I hear a shrill scream.
Yet I wake again with the silence and the wailing of the wind
At three in the morning of Halloween.

yay! i hope you guys enoyed them all.

i hope you liked the last one, heres the second one:

Gothic nightmares

Mad crazy nights, storms out of touch.
A forest of thoughts and a crimson sunset dripping.
Memories long gone in tombs of rust and zombies lurking around every door.
Werewolves snarling, making the tree branches break and snap.
Beyond the grave, beyond the steps of the unknown.
The clouds and fog dis-clearing the land.
gates, giant gates, trapping you ,ensnaring you.
Mocking your futile attempt to escape.
Dimensions, warps, distorted images and death.
Lusty vampires and trusty swords and demons in affect.
Without a speck of hope,
falling down pits mile deep.
Landing on rats and bones.
Insane trolls, schizo-clowns and imps with malice.
They scamper and scratch gnawing away.
Tearing and clawing to your insides.
Your soul still lies in that cursed place.
Where you lie in wait, until someone comes in on a stormy night.

the third and final one will be titled: the best season and day.

in the spirit of halloween, i am going to sperately post three different poems, in the hopes that it will chill your spine and inspire you to howl in the night.

heres the first one:

"With madness in mind"

The crimson light is shining clear.
I wept and shed those fiery tears.
The madness and confusion.
Illusions of depression and fear.
The night was calm and the job was done.
The last light and breath is gone.
Whats done is done.

I left with quickness, in the thickness of night.
Black curtains concealed, what was left to be revealed.
I sat in my hotel room staring into the mirror.
Into the darkness of my own eyes.
Until I fainted and my sight disappeared.
Rabbits with top hats and monkeys with bats filled my dreams.
Talking spoons, big baboons and sausage that screams.
Werewolves, vampires, ghosts and demons.
Homicidal clowns and elves.
Evil remnants from the depths of hell.
Whips and chains and all that remains is:
An evil and compelling story.
Bound with bitter glory.

This tale must end the way it began.
In the mind of a mad and tragic man.
His childhood was normal and had little strife.
His parents were Christians and taught him wrong from and right.
No one know why it happened, it just happened that night.
Step by step, he crept into his parents bedroom.
The floor soon turned crimson black.
In the pool he saw himself and the moon.
He stayed there the whole night and watched the sunrise red.
He buried the knife and went back to bed.
When he woke he called 911 and cried: my parents are dead.
The operator was alarmed and surprised.
Thirty minutes later the police arrived and they put them in bags.

He was sent to his uncle, he was crazy and had frizzy hair.
He danced with a rooster to Simon and garfunkel.
He locked the boy beneath the upper hallway stairs.
The boy screamed in rage and four years later he changed.
For in that cage lines blurred and thoughts stirred.
He escaped both his cage and reality.
He found revenge for being born.
He tortured his uncle for hours.
Then stabbed him as he stumbled and staggered down the stairs.
Black waterfalls dripped below, keenly aware he stared in a trance.
He danced in the moonlight and was rarely seen since.

Eventually he was caught twenty years and a hundred deaths later.
They found his underground torture chamber.
The remnants of the long gone past.
People gasped as they read the stories.
The details, blood, gory entrails and guts.
How the detectives were puts and couldn’t find him.
Except for one that did, a brilliant minded prodigy.
The only one that faced him and lived.
The killer spent fifty years in the hollow creak psychiatric facility.
Fifty years of chilling stories as they studied his brain.
After that he died and with it the evil and pain.

next one will be in a different post titled: gothic nightmares.

i am 5, 8 which is a bit short, i never really understood why people overall like taller people. does it have to do preconceptions of power or matching someone up with your height.

i could imagine if your were six feet tall that you would want someone at least 5'10 but what i don't understand is someon who is 5'5 wants someone who is six foot.

is there any explaination, any good reason or meaning behind it?

good post catch me if you can!

god spelled backwards is dog and live backwards is evil.

good job! very romantic

very good, poem it's one of longest ones i have seen and it still has deep meaning and a good flow. i am sorry about your friend

yeah i always try to ignore it and move on. there are always going to be bad or mean people but there will also be good people that do care. it's important to stick around the latter and try your best to be not like the first, to influence people through goodwill and postitive actions rather than bad ones.

"what the world need love is love sweet love, it's the only thing that theres just too little of"

gret idea lil wabbit

heres the idea: one person writes a line and then the next poster copies the previous line(s) and adds a new line that must relate to either the last line or overall idea of the previous lines as a whole.

for instance:

the dreams of the stars and the sky.
the beauty of the moon and the dark of the night.

every next line can reveal a new part of the story but it can't be someting that tottaly doesen't fit like:

the dreams of the star and sky.
the beauty of the moon and the dark of the night.
the beavers like to choke on onions.

i hope this doesn't confuse you guys, if your interested it could be a collaborative effort of the many talented writers here. we could let it keep growing or stop at a certain amount of lines, it all depends on what the group wants to do.

if you want me to clarify or have any ideas please let me know. who ever wants to start first lend us a line please.

very good poem, good length. welcome, to the family of music makers and dreamers of dreams. welcome to jsh. keep up the good work!

thats a kodak momment there!

thank you guys for your acceptance and apreciation.

nothing but love for you all.

I just realized i made a mistake by posting two love poems in a row. I looked for a delete button but i couldn't find one, if I bothered or irritated anyone i am sorry.

I’ve been cursed since I was born.
To walk this earth alone.
No matter how hard I try.
The love always fades and dies.
In futile hope, like ash and smoke.
I try to hold it but the wind blows it away.
Disappointed every time, misunderstood with good intentions.
It’s not my day, not in love, today.
Nobody’s ever on the same page as me.
It’s my destiny, to live this way.
Heart in a barbed wire cage.
Cold winds erase my tears.
Never again will I feel this way.
Never again.

always at the wrong place and time.
I never seem to find the right one for me.
looking for signs that disappear and reappear.
it's confusing and maddening.
Hope floats and falls.
like crystal balls, falling and shattering.
but through a door, a light shines.
an unfolding new journey.
visons of horizons and valleys below.
a passion thats burning.
for a person, in a dream long ago.
That i haven't been able to find.
but some way, someday I will.

that was a great poem, it reminds me how i often feel. good length flow, moving words and passion. you will find the right one some day.

Wicker torches and bamboo floors.
Crashing waves and raining dreams.
Tiki heads asleep with snores.
A ocean forest lush with green.

In these hands I hold the key.
To a door opening in paradise.
In your heart, mind and eyes.
I can breathe,I can live.
I can see and I will give.
My heart, that spark in life.
In the night, holding you.
A blanket of warm light.
Radiating and penetrating my mind and soul.

I knew you long ago.
I was Lost on an island.
Marooned without hope.
You grabbed my hand and pulled me up on your boat.
With a compass, we sailed the world and seas.
But it was only a dream.

I’ve been searching with no compass.
I’ve kept a weather eye on the horizon.
For the tresure and gold contained in your soul.
One day a ship will come to this island.
It’s seems to go on forever but I know.
You will come some day and take my hand to hold.

Awesome poem,had a good flow and good WORDS. yay!

i don't have a vehicle to pick you up in but i would try to help you as much as i could. i think we all have a time when we could use some help or have some to share are thoughts with or to help you have a good time when you're down. unfortunealty some people forget the bad times they had or they don't care and they don't try to do the right thing when they see something happen to someone else.

I think Mark twain said it best: "Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.""

cheers

no you meant every other joel not on this website

not too bad of a poem btw.

Welcome! i am pretty much a newcomer as well but from what I've seen this is one of the best dating websites on the net. theres good people, with no membership dues or fees. it's not about the money it's about the love.

you should be able to find someone great for you here, just keeping looking