I'm sorry everyone I been busy with college and have not been devoting my time to my fellow poets I hope you can forgive me.
I know I can do better for all of you people and you deserve it.
So again please forgive me and I shall do better!
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Listen My ChildTalk to me. Child of my past, talk, and tell me of the dreams that runListen My Child by Kein-Licht
pall-mall through candyfloss fields and dance with the cotton clouds.
Whisper those nightmares that arrive, screeching. Seething and burning.
Parcel your childish imagination and deliver it through my ruby red post-box.
We are one, but ultimately separate. We miss each other by miles, but
we're only an inch apart. I am what the world moulded, tomorrow has happened.
Yours eyes have yet to glimpse the world I'm drenched in. Soaked to the skin.
My mind is foggy with nostalgia. My heart bursting with your love.
Your skin is only moments away from a maternal touch that mine hungers for.
Those baby-blues haven't yet rained the beginnings of an ocean. Oh my child.
I grieve for you. I promise the rain with pass, and the storm will calm.
There will be music, laughter and eye's dazzling with the beauty of it all. Not without its pain though.
You won't give a moment back, nor will you want to. Don't give an inch of it.
PregnantI wonder if I’m pregnant.Pregnant by BloodEcstasy
I’m frightened that it’s true.
I’m curious cause we just made love.
But at least the kids with you.
I wonder if I’m pregnant,
I think I’ll have to wait.
I guess I’ll have to quit smoking,
Drinking beer everyday.
I wonder If I’m pregnant.
I hope that my body will wait.
I wonder if I’m pregnant,
But from your skin I am satiated.
I hope that I’m not pregnant.
Have to wait a few weeks to know.
I pray that if I am it will only cause our love,
And lives to grow.
I wonder if I’m pregnant.
It’s the truth.
I wonder if I’m pregnant,
But if I am,
At least I got pregnant,
With a child…
That’s part me…
And part you.
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,SIREN by ArthurCrow
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
The Night SkyHe is the night sky,The Night Sky by BloodEcstasy
The moon shining down,
He smiles with his lovely grin.
The stars are twinkling in his eyes.
Oh my god he makes me sin.
I am the sun that’s rising,
On the body through every day.
My breasts the clouds that he can rest on.
I will be his summer day.
He is the winter snow,
He’ll make an angel out of me.
He can be my God to worship.
This religion has no collection agency.
Look at the sky and oh I wonder,
How I could be blessed and well.
Considering the truth of how we’ve,
Both been through some Hell.
He is my Heaven,
I am flying,
Like from a dream when I was a child.
Never scared and always drifting.
That man is perfect for me now.
I am the Autumn,
I am falling leaves.
As my head rests on his chest.
My hair is tickling his face,
His whiskers show me safe embrace.
He is spring when I am thristy.
Look how suddenly everythings renewed.
He is the love of my life.
That’s just what I thought I would never know.
I am the music which he listens,
He is my
Southern LadyI was not raised a southern lady,Southern Lady by BloodEcstasy
I just liked rustic things and things down south.
I was not born in the Victorian era,
I just wear corsets for fun.
Oh Every night and everyday.
I think of him,
I don’t want to escape.
He was raised a southern man,
I heard his accent from Tennessee,
He said “Hey, Can I be your teddy bear?”
I was not smart at first you know it,
I tried to fight him off as best I could.
But then he took me into his arms,
And I saw my world.
I looked into his eyes of perfect blue.
I knew the truth along the way,
I was not born a southern lady,
But I’d be a southern lady someday.
Pinkthe boys gestured and jeeredPink by Oilux
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war
The Hanging TreeThe Hanging TreeThe Hanging Tree by Oilux
The hanging tree where mother promised to take me,
holds many secrets that are never told
but they are never spoken to me before.
One where a man was hung for the murder.
One where a woman was hung for her stealing’s.
Nothing mattered anymore to them
the trees branches indented from previous
made perfect notches for the new victims.
Of the hanging tree of olden times
when feet kicked and faces turned blue
dark paradise would overcome their features.
And nothing else mattered for the group
that gathered at the hanging tree tonight.
Murder and rape and stealing and crime
paid for in blood and sin at the hanging tree.
All where mother promised to take me.
My KingMy King, please smile,My King by Oilux
before you lies the wake
of an endless war.
My King, please smile,
the people are waiting
they need your guidance.
My King, please smile,
we humbly wait for you
to show the ghastly past.
My King, please smile
there's nothing left
but an ivory throne.
My King, please smile
we have nothing left
but isn't that enough?
My King, please smile,
the sun is setting
on your final days.
My People, please smile,
at long last,
the King is dead.
DollsDolls are empty, you see.Dolls by Oilux
They do not move, the do not feel
when danger nears they simply posing.
Glass eyes, porcelain hands
broken ribs, structured falls.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When they break apart nothing emerges
no blood, no guts, no glory.
All dolls do is watch and sit
waiting for life to begin
never moving on their own.
Dolls are empty, you see,
With matching eyes and painted lips
all they do is sit and wait.
they will wake.
Dolls are empty, you see.
Nothing more than personality
they are 'given'.
Shattered faces still the lights
broken dreams haunt the night.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When did you
become empty too?
Typical DayStaring at the window or at the wallTypical Day by Melanie-J-Howle
Not knowing what I’m becoming, just waiting to fall
Silence for hours talking in my mind
The fear of the answers I might just find
Laying here still not moving a bit
Seeing myself screaming, trashing not flinching a bit
My soul has wavered not sure if I am me
But rage and anger all I see inside of me
Destruction of all I have including me
I even question the reason why I should be
Crazy, screaming wanting to die so bad
But the fear of death now that I never have had
Makes me protect what I have to live for and what is left
Even though I just want to give in to that’s all I have left
Take me now and make me die
Otherwise leave me now because death is a lie
Living for others just exist to provide
What’s the reason I have come to this, I lost my pride
So see me here wasting my life
As many before I want no more strife
But I can’t go on thinking this way
I am tired to much to live this way every day
I like to think that I might
I am not youWhen you look at me, what do you see?I am not you by Melanie-J-Howle
My long dark hair or my deep brown eyes
Can you really tell it's me?
Between the bleach and their lies,
Am I real or what you want me to be
How do you know what you really see is me?
Never knowing just clicking on a fav or a like
The war I go through just to see your spike,
The spike that gets me noticed to you and beyond
The artists that love me and so on so on
I'm fond of pleasing this will not last
See I have this time but not forgetting the past.
You weren't there when i needed you, you have no clue,
If I am meant to me or mirroring you
But I don't care for the people that let me slide
Just sitting on the fence, that I cannot abide
You give to me now, then on to the next
You have no life a bad wound left to be bled
I hate the one who says I'm not me
Because if you were me then you would truly see
I am not you and never would want to try
The thought of being you would make me cry
But one thing I know and this much is true
See in this life I am
Things His Father Taught HimThe things his father taught him,Things His Father Taught Him by Yamiga
When he was just a little boy,
Didn’t consist of games,
Or playing with friends and toys.
The first few lessons that spewed,
From that old man’s lips,
Were meant to be cherished,
So his son would never forget.
“There are women in the world”
His father said proudly.
“Old women, young women, girls.”
And the son listened soundly.
“You treat them respect,
And protection through and through,
You do this every day,
That respect will be given to you.”
So son just nodded,
And took some more advice.
He’d be kind to the girls he’d encounter
And in return, he thought they’d be nice.
Years had long passed,
Since that calming conversation,
And son had gotten older,
He’d gone out into civilization.
Father’s words stuck to him,
So he tried to put them to use,
He wanted to be respectful,
So he picked what paths to choose.
The first time he saw her,
She carried a few books,
They looked rather
You Are Just A MirrorYou are just a piece of glass,You Are Just A Mirror by Zakemur
You do not have style or class,
Why do you haunt me with my reflection?
Why do you kill all my affection?
You are just a mirror!
I can shatter you any moment,
To end this endless, painful torment,
But seven years of bad luck are not worth it,
You make me everything simply forfeit!
You are just a mirror!
When I look at you I feel so hopeless,
You kill every bit of light,
When I look at you I feel so worthless,
You take all what’s left of my might.
You are just a mirror!
You make me dive in the darkest abyss,
There is no one detail that you miss,
You reflect my feelings and my face,
And I just wish to be erased…
But you are just a mirror!
Mirror, get off my wall,
I wish one day you would just fall,
Break in to pieces and leave me alone,
But I doubt that you will ever be gone,
Because you are a mirror,
You are everywhere,
And when I find you,
I feel in despair…
DW Parody: Doctor's Night [Eight's Requiem]DW Parody: Doctor's Night [Eight's Requiem] by Ghostpaint1
I stayed out of the Last Time War to ease my troubled mind,
Left seven bodies lying way back in the sands of time.
I’ve watched rife worlds be battered, burned, sent to their doom,
There’s only so much I can do…
I’ve watched rife worlds be battered, burned, sent to their doom.
And you say “I knew it had to be something to do with you.”
My people’s actions I don’t condone or defend,
So would you like to be my companion?
I’ve gone half-crazy trying to stave-off Armageddon.
And I can’t stand a future damned to hell despite the outcome.
But now stay by my side before one of us dies.
I once felt strong but now I’m weak,
As all the universe just weeps.
You took for granted that you were lost
But then you were found.
I stumbled in, offered a ride,
You can’t say that I never tried.
In the end I guess we’ll still reach solid ground.
They say that I must fight but I am not a warrior.
Faults and RegretsWords are but a lossFaults and Regrets by LMW-Creations
When your mind
Is on a wander
Caressing fantasies -
But do we ever learn?
We may win,
But we always
Recover from mistakes
To our routine
What are words
But a loss
To wandering minds?
Where they go,
Where they hide -
What they see,
What they felt -
And our muse
Always the same
Lost in LifeLost through spaceLost in Life by Legendary41
Where have the sweet songs in our hearts gone too?
Childhood memories have gone by
lost in the years
we spewed out of our minds.
It's all over now.
Lost in the song of time
Childhood imagination that made us stay up after twilight.
The emptiness in the world has come to be
for those who dream in their worlds at night.
Will they ever see daylight?
Lost at infinite sea
All the little things that made us laugh as we grew.
How did we grew up thinking we are invincible
attached to the drunken suds
that has made us into soulless beings all over town.
Lost in the echoes of minds
Our families we knew long ago that have past on.
Replaced their empty space before they moved on
with those we thought
were our companians for life how wrong we thought.
Breaking Like LightShhh...Breaking Like Light by Paul-1485
Nothing is real my friend,
Everything is fake,
And nothing is real!
Clasp your hands like a rose bud,
And raise them to the soaring sun,
Whisper your mind to the mighty one,
And pray we come through this unscathed!
(12th May 2008)
Ashes of RemembranceIt amazes me.Ashes of Remembrance by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Someone that could barely fit in my arms,
I can now hold in my hands.
It's an awful feeling.
A realization I could've gone years without;
A realization that this has happened.
I know it's been over a year now,
Don't remind me.
But it still hasn't sunk in.
I gaze upon the urn,
Taking in all the attention to detail;
The etches in the brass filled with gold.
The swirling designs,
The black coat behind it,
Making the gold pop.
It's so simplistic,
Yet the design couldn't be more complex.
Heh . . . just like you.
I can't tell you how many times I gaze in the back room,
Hoping . . .
Praying to see a movement.
Something in my heart desperately clings to a diminishing hope,
A hope that you are still here.
I know it's useless.
My dearest Mother . . .
I don't understand it.
Any of it.
Will I ever?
It's all a matter of time.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
To remember the woman who was so full of life . . .
Now fills an urn with her ashes.
A Plague gives, a plague takes..Feburary 9th 1981A Plague gives, a plague takes.. by Talentless-Actress
Huntington Beach California
Where it all began
The birth, of a boy
Who would grow, to be a man
Still so young
It seemed your career had just begun
I wish it was Fiction
But, the Doc made his prediction
You'd never make it past thirty
On December 28th 2009
You left us, far too early
The morning after, there was no hint of laughter
Amongst your friends, and family
The Victims, of a crime
They shared their stories, recalling your final years
As they cried
For the son, that was Lost
The brother, taken
The music world, was shaken
Five years have passed
And you're So Far Away
There's not a day
That goes by, that I don't think of you
Even though, I never knew you
I wish I had
I would've been glad
To have called you friend
To have been there with you, Until The End
I know you're in a better place
Somewhere, in the Afterlife
With a smile, on your face
Drumsticks in hand, watching your brothers
As they stand together
Working to keep your memory alive
It's hard for them,
alive, the lakewhite waves abound;alive, the lake by LeConservateur
a touch of warmth in winter;
not yet frozen still,
near motionless as I work,
see the waves? to be so free...
Born and RebornCrystalline screamsBorn and Reborn by Shamoneness
echoing out of openings
of the orifices of my skin
seeping out syrupy lies
and malignant paradoxes
frozen in the waves
of tranquil idiosyncrasies
trapped in a cage
of flesh and feverish
brain cells by degrees
waste to procreations
in the deep facets
filling spaces with
fetal thoughts and infancy
born and reborn
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I clickThese Faded Keys by LMW-Creations
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
My Childhood Memories Childhood memories are special for everyone. When the childhood memories come to my mind I always reminiscence it with a nostalgia. My memorable childhood days were the vacations spent at grand mother's house.My Childhood Memories by AsterDew
It was a scorching summer when I, my mother and my sister got down from a bus near a gate. From the entrance of the gate we had to walk to our granny's home. The path leading to grandma's home was very inconvenient and tiresome. But still we were excited.
Along the way to grandma's home, on the either sides of the green path there were many Passion fruit creepers from which the red fruits would be dangling. My granny's home was located remotely from other houses in the village.
There were many Mulberry plants and Orange trees. And there my grandma's house painted with dark orange hue built with a chimney stood amidst the forest, coffee plantations and orange orchards.
There was a small river near by which added to the beauty of the place. The ho
Memoires of a GladiatorThe air was hazed and the sun shone brightly upon the arena in which I was to perform my potentially deadly dance for the loud and restless masses of Rome. The dark, long stone corridor in which I stood, alone and resolute, was shaded and cool, yet beneath my lorica segmentata of fine steel with scenes made from ivory depicting the defeat of ancient and terrible mythological monsters by Herculean heroes of the greatest legends, and my thracian helmet, the finest a man could wish for as a personal favourite of the Emperor himself, I was sweating profusely at the thought of the battle to come. I would know my opponent, and perhaps even be his friend from our gladiatorial college, but once I was out there, under the scrutiny of the masses and the Emperor Hadrian, our divine ruler, all of our potential companionship would be forgotten in the mad rush that all battle inspires, with personal restraint only reestablished once the battle was done and your enemy lying and panting in the sand, aMemoires of a Gladiator by DoktorOttoDerrmann
:. There's Only One Ending to This tale .:This isn't one of those choose-your-own path stories...:. There's Only One Ending to This tale .: by crysanthemum963
or one of those role-playing games.
No, this is real life. And you know it.
Blood is slowly, agonizingly, seeping out of every crevice of the famed Dragon's entire lower body.
Her name was never told to you, and now, you understand why.
Her breath is shallow and creates faint whispers of what was once a great fire, in the freezing air. Her nose is upturned, as gusts of wind are captured--to further her life. But what most captivates you about her...are the feathery spiders covering her eyes.
Many would call them eyelashes--but you know better than to insult them.
The spiders are asleep, protruding their legs from the tight grip of her eyelids, all the while establishing their dominance over the Dragon's weakening eyeballs.
You decide to creep closer to this beautiful creature, as her defense is critically low.
Your hand reaches out, not to kill, but solely to touch.
The spiders start to leak silk, as stupendous amounts of sh
Inner RamblingsI never really got the concept of letting go. In all honesty, it scared the ever loving daylights out of me. To let go was to relinquish the hold of something once fond, loved, and brought joy. I understand when that is taken from you that you go through the process of grief and acceptance of the fact . . . but, I’ve been denying it for damn near 4 years now. To let go of her . . . makes it all the more real that she’s gone, and I’m not sure I want to accept that. Not yet, anyhow. But . . . the longer I deny it- that I hold on- the more it’s going to hurt. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, maybe I just don’t care, or maybe . . . I just don’t know. Since that fateful day, my mind has been shaped into a more defensive fortress. More walls, archers, cannons to keep anything from getting in. Since that day, any loss doesn’t seem to hold a candle to it. It doesn’t hurt as much. Maybe I’m making myself numb to all loss from here oInner Ramblings by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,Sexual Tension by UrDeadlyDesire
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
Love in Summer StormsOn sultry nightsLove in Summer Storms by SilverWynd
thoughts of you invade my senses
and I know I am lost,
I left myself fall
I need your arms
like gravity to hold me
and I inhale your earthiness,
I want to taste rain storms
on your lips.
I long for the winter in your eyes
to transcend me
from this sweltering heat,
though I know I could melt
right into you.
Let the storm break over our heads
and my body become electric,
a live wire beneath your fingertips,
Ball lightening gathering inside of me,
I need you to absorb the shock
of my electromagnetic fields,
because I tend to spiral out of control.
We are caught at the pivotal point
between desert heat and hailstorms,
and when I awake it will be amid
landslides and flash floods,
with the euphoria of the impression
of you still lingering
upon my body.
Dad Doesn't Have a Penis AnymoreDad doesn't have a penis anymore.Dad Doesn't Have a Penis Anymore by DerelictVampire
They changed him from a gigolo to a whore.
We buried his penis by the old oak tree.
Instead of standing up, he now sits down to pee.
Oh, life is strange when your dad's a tranny;
he's got two big breasts and a nice round fanny.
Hail to the MisanthropeHail to the Misanthrope!Hail to the Misanthrope by Seaxwulf
That special sort of soul;
the one who doesn’t want to be in charge
and takes their meals with a wide-eyed smile
just as long as they do it alone.
Greet the Happy Heathen soundly
who laughs and trembles with certain glee
and when asked will surely answer
that they just heard a song – you know the one
about the Troll who ate that Priest.
You can always find them in the thick
just where they don’t want to be
taking charge and making light
while laughing inappropriately.
Stirring thought and sparking motion
wrapped in sound controversy
the Misanthrope goes
and dereliction follows.
Yet there’s something more than’s often pondered
something more to this subtle beast
take the time and let minds wander
as to why they are the way they are.
So then let all say and do
and let it all be said and done
then when that certain job is through
you may join me with this verse:
Hail to the Misanthrope!
Dear Society,Please,Dear Society, by SilverWynd
you really must stop knocking upon the door,
you know I will not answer any more,
and if you attempt to ring the bell one more time,
I will disconnect it all.
I don't want your pamphlets,
or even your insinuating advice
on how to live a better life
according to the status quo
which you have set.
Now I insist
you must stop tying to phone,
I screen my calls you know,
and I am not the least bit inclined
not even a tad curious
to pick up when I know you are
at the other end of the line,
I don't care about So & So's wedding,
nor do I want to know what Mr. & Mrs. Jones are wearing,
you must know I delete all your messages
without thinking twice.
now this is just becoming embarrassing,
I bid you to stop your infernal emailing,
surely you must realize it all goes straight to spam,
it really doesn't matter how many attempts you make
to alter your addresses, your subject lines
all give you away, so very insufferably predicable,
not the least bit original.
You cannot be so oblivious
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBeware Of The Bad Boy by Rifle1980
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
The Dark Phase Of My LifeDay after dayThe Dark Phase Of My Life by SinRedemption
Failures follow me,
One after another
Do or don't do,
There's no difference
It's always the same.
What to do now
Dreams are fading away,
The feeling of defeat
Is slowly replacing them,
When I realise
That there is nothing,
That I can do
To realize them.
Mechta RogozhinaI watched in reverie as my blood slowly pooled on the cobble-stone road. It gleamed a most beautiful crimson under the noon sun. No ruby could ever compare. For rubies gleam only of age; but blood gleams wholly of life.Mechta Rogozhina by LeConservateur
Looking up one last time, I saw her flushed, still delicate visage beset by a golden halo; and within her hands the dagger that brought forth the gentle flood that now whispered my secrets to the world, from upon the crimsoned blocks of the cobble-stone road.
The Shadow KindI like to watch myself in shadow,The Shadow Kind by SilverWynd
a stranger in the dark
always following me,
and it is I who can manipulate
the stranger's dreams,
cocooning myself in illusion.
At intervals when my shadow self
dematerializes and I find myself alone,
I fathom this stranger of mine
lives other lives, it haunts the dark
and the dreams I made it dance
in the light manifest as nightmares.
When lives seem to disappear
without a trace I know
of a stranger who exists between
dimensions, a personification
of my intentions.
For at times when unbeknownst
they brush against me, passing
through the crowds they take away
pieces of me and a stranger who lurks
between the moon and the sun
follows the invisible signs
they leave behind.
But my shadow I can trust to
give nothing of itself
for it is nothing, even less than air,
but a void that on occasion
absorbs physical matter into
And in silence I summon my shadow
to my side, its quietude is part
of my stranger in the dark's beauty,
we never speak of
gentle marsidle, lifeless stones;gentle mars by LeConservateur
only wind touches this land;
with all caresses.
I taught myself to breath, butWhy does writingI taught myself to breath, but by akettleofvultures
come so naturally?
Cigarettes and Smoke RingsHe has cigarette smilesCigarettes and Smoke Rings by SilverWynd
with reptilian eyes that
appear to take everything in
and a desire to devour.
He inhales you
and you are caught there
within the warmth of his attention,
but when he exhales
he blows you away,
no more than the ashes
that fall from his fingertips
or stale butts he grounds into
Still you follow
drugged by the smoke rings
he no longer needs,
but offers as a privileged gift
you take his dregs like they are gems.
His fingers, which seem made
to play beautiful music
strum across your rib age
and you dance to his melody
never hearing the sour notes.
When he says he needs more,
just a whisper in the ear
a subtle suggestion
which makes you his savior
you beg to be the sacrificial lamb.
But there are no martyrs
in his world, only those he can
pick apart by piecemeal and
lick bone clean.
Mind Games.She was hurt,Mind Games. by x-Vogue-x
she was pure.
She is tainted.
she has broken.
My Internal MessThe messy thoughts,My Internal Mess by SinRedemption
That live inside me;
The changing mood,
That drives me crazy;
The depressive feelings,
That are barely bearable
Are slowly changing me.
Is it good or bad,
Time will show
I can only hope,
That I won't
Become something dark,
My internal mess.
My Memories Of Great TimeTime has passedMy Memories Of Great Time by SinRedemption
With so many events
Which we experienced together
Some of them were happy,
Some of them were sad
And some of them were funny.
You were the one who
made me smile,
You were the one who
made me cry,
You were the one who
made me laugh
And you were the one who
made me understand
What it feels like
To make a hard decision.
For those times
When I smiled
When I cried
When I laughed
I have to say
*Clarity*Illuminous night*Clarity* by Delice1941
With incandescent firmanent
Where constellations bright
Allow universal clarity........
Moment of understanding.
Comforting wingsComforting wingsComforting wings by wordturner
Fly me over the dark things
Onto where light sustains
Elevate me beyond enemy stings
Protect me from arrows and slings
Give me the peace truth brings
See me to the mountain where LOVE remains
If it’s mine to ask
Day of Wrath (Translation of Dies Irae)Day of wrath, that mournful dayDay of Wrath (Translation of Dies Irae) by WulfyWulfyWulf
when into ash Earth fades away
as David and Sybil did say
O what fear there is then nearing
when the judge his head is rearing
judgments very strictly steering
The trumpet sounds throughout all lands
and in each tomb it firmly stands
the dead now free from Death's cold hands
Death and Nature both confounded
as every creature has rebounded
raised for judgment strictly mounted
A book of all is then proffered
all creation is in its Word;
from it only will come the scourge
Lo, behold, the Judge is seated
all of hist'ry is repeated
no injustice undefeated
From where can I seek solace next
what saviour then will me protect
When even Justice has Him vexed?
O You, Great King of Majesty
Who all great bonds you break with ease
O Holy font, do rescue me
Remember you, O Jesus blesséd
that I am he who your path presséd
do not lose your child confesséd
Searching long, you sit, exhausted
redeemed me, passion and cross did
may not such effort be n
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomCan Your Parents Relate? by Rifle1980
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
Glass DraklyThrough a glass darklyGlass Drakly by SilverWynd
we watch half-lives
reflected in fractured figments,
it is the nature of the illusion of truth,
we never see ourselves,
we are all strangers,
the mirror can only deflect
what the mind projects
upon its rigid, frigid surfaces,
composed of a strange
and yet deadly fragility.
And the lies we choose
to cloak ourselves with
may be a dagger's edge,
It is the fault line
upon which we all walk,
savoring in secret
on both sides of the glass.
The Raven Metaphor“Oh raven, please take pity, won't you just leave me beThe Raven Metaphor by Rifle1980
I really am not in the mood for this tonight”
With that the raven for once seems to heed my warning
And from up on my seventh floor apartment takes flight
Between you and me I doubt it was real anyway
Just some lazy, overused and tired metaphor
The dark feathers symbolising the violent mood swings
The pecking beak are thoughts I tried hard to ignore
Oh to live a day without her emotional turmoil
And without her beady eyes watching my every move
It seems misery loves company when no one else does
And although it’s hard to admit it I loved her too
“Oh raven, please take pity, won't you just leave me be
I can no longer stand the din of your deafening call”
With that I'm compelled to try to follow the ravens lead
But from up on the seventh floor I begin to fall
Between you and me I doubt this life was real anyway
Just a series of events sent to confound and confuse
This life leaves no scars from the inter
MotherMy Mother is always hilarious,Mother by AsterDew
Who is lively at work;
She is ready to face any obstacles,
And is always an evergreen tree;
She is a gallant woman,
And is humane at heart;
She is like the sacred holy scriptures,
From which I attain knowledge;
She is like a sculptor, chiseling me,
To make a beautiful sculpture;
She is the worshipper of God,
And always prays for my success;
Though she is not a star in the sky,
She is a lamp at home;
She is like a leading- string,
Who is always behind my triumph.
MelodyTwinkle Twinkle little star, you don’t know where you are, hush my dear you mustn't cry, while I am right by your side.Melody by TheAssholeProphet
(changes to slower, higher pitch/tone)
You'll be alright, your safe here, no more darkness, no more fear.
With my arms warm embrace you can now longer face, the space that made you cave and cry, hush now, your by my side. (level)
By my side... (pitch raises.)
Tiny little hands, so small, yet so grand, inside you I feel a spark, a life, a love, a tiny heart, beating so erratically, all for love, all for me, hush now. (higher on the last two words)
Your here now. (same pitch)
Your by my side. (lower pitched)
Poem: Broken ChristmasTitle: Broken ChristmasPoem: Broken Christmas by Darxetta413
Little children, little children, they run all about,
Searching for presents, as they shout and they shout.
Your daughter, your father, your son, everyone,
They look so happy.
You look at the tree yourself.
But you smile, knowing everythings alright.
Because you provide for them, they're happy.
You couldn't wish for anything more.
Your husband, he gives you this look,
One of sadness, one of depression,
But you smile at him instead, knowing what he was thinking.
You have nothing.
But you love your family,
And you are there,
Because you aren't greedy, you aren't self-centered,
And yet, your heart, you feel it tear.
Am I providing for my family?
You think this of yourself.
Your broke, you and your husband are starving,
Your kids are scrawny.
You cry that night, on Christmas Eve,
Trying to find something more for them.
But you can't, you need an angel,
The JackalThe jackal cries by night.The Jackal by LeConservateur
The jackal hunts by night.
The blood is let by might;
The soul is failed starlight.
Though the jackal weeps,
He spares none, who show mercy;
For it is not his way,
And traditions are only broken by the weak.
No ManSeagulls shit upon me—merciless.No Man by LeConservateur
Winds howl at me—torturous.
Waves beat upon me—without cease.
God himself breaks me—with mighty ease.
And I must bear all—without protest;
for today I am an island,
today I am No Man.
TranscendenceFalling...Transcendence by Angel-Tsuki
Gold of sunshine in her hair.
Hidden, her facade, most wondrous fair.
And her lips that shame the red red rose kiss the ground.
Her eyes go blind, engulfed in despair...
This vengeance in slumber is proper,
when shunned, witches do what they wish.
So why do you tell me "awaken",
when Dreamland doth offer such bliss
For once upon a dream is just that a dream
A placebo to fight the tempest cast upon my soul.
love, freedom, everything else in between, is but a stream
in this river of life, that i'd rather live as a peasant girl.
She saith that a hero must hearken,
so why not we linger for him?
Let's wait for our knight to retrieve us,
and meanwhile we'll drift off within.
My Knight, my prince...he is my dream, the centre of it.
His touch hypnotizing, His kiss too good to be real, cosmic.
Together, we would traverse the lands of passion, bit by bit...
...But I wonder, in reality, would I be his pick?
Come walk in the Palace of Waning,
this life will be l
a drabbleAs a person and as a paintera drabble by akettleofvultures
I am messy
I run off the rails
I pull others with me
I ruin things
I am impulsive and reckless
But do not think that I am thoughtless
do not think that I am careless
because I cannot even begin explain
how much I really do care
I do not know who I am
and I do not know who I will become
but I know who I want to be
and there is nothing in this world
that can make a child feel
so lost at sea
as knowing that their future
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The Loneliness"His Loss" they say,The Loneliness by BloodEcstasy
"A man that,
Gains your love,
Is the luckiest man,
In this world.”
But I’ve heard that love is patient,
So I can’t let you go,
Perhaps being alone forever,
Isn’t the worst thing,
Maybe not having you is….
She became My GallowsShe became My GallowsShe became My Gallows by AMSnowOfficial
Written by Adam M. Snow
What of this!?
Her sweet madness beautiful as snow;
that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide!
The intoxication of her insanity draws me close.
Her voice, calling out my name;
- haunting me.
The moonlight pours out upon her -
her wickedness is shown, who dreams with
- a nest of mad kisses; a thousand years sad regrets.
She is my agony -
my cage -
My loss of sanity is due her.
She is haunting,
such madness is this?
I cared nothing for all,
she is my breath, I can't live without.
- sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.
The scented twilight, I hung there.
She became my gallows -
my wandering noose -
my demise -
the fall of a tragic poet.
She is the bearer of my heart, locked away;
I am nothing.
I am nothing
but a man locked in chains,
who bears no voice;
a victim to her madness
- her bitter sweet madness, beautiful as snow.
She stole my heart -
my voice -
I am her insanity as she is mine
Can you?I shot you with my last silver bullet, while the smoking gun remained concealed.Can you? by BackShelfSouvenir
Clean as the whistle I blow that’s rattling your cranium as it sings a catastrophe.
Can you hear me now?
I shimmy around the once two bright but now black holes that are binging,
on moxie and regurgitating opacity.
Can you see me now?
Living happily ever after was your common cold case tragedy,
because I called claims on both the bottle and the dagger.
Can you feel me now?
I’m forever restarting the half-life flash visual finale.
Playing gentleman, opening the revolving door to watch cretins stagger.
Can you touch me now?
Once upon a rat race, the big cheese got stuck on the wheel,
in a continuous one hundred and twenty degree rotation.
Can you taste me now?
I’m the first cousin to sleep and my wife’s name is life.
She is a nymphomaniac and you got to show her a good time.
Can you sense me now?
Ultimate LieTitle: Ultimate LieUltimate Lie by Darxetta413
Author: D.R. Ward
Remember the time when,
You could hold true,
To your words?
There were these moments,
That kept you alive,
Remember when you felt,
Like everything would be alright,
As long as you,
Kept on going,
Farther, larger, smaller, bigger?
Those moments when you could speak,
In complete honesty,
And not think,
To keep the truth concealed?
I want to go back to,
When everything was worse,
When I didn't have to build,
Off my fake reputation,
And just make,
A new individual out of me.
When I didn't have to work,
Off of my lies,
To get to a place where I want to be.
I want a day like that.
I don't know where it started,
But I know that,
It isn't going to end.
I would try to,
If I didn't,
A terrible person,
Out of me.
I would try to fix it.
And it's not even,
That I can't,
That it's imp