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.
Things Fall Into PlaceIn times of grief and sorrowThings Fall Into Place by DelightDreamer
people come to God in dispear.
Hoping they will have God show
them a light of guidance of hope.
Hope is all they need to have,
and let God do the rest.
Anaylying, speculating, and looking
won't get you very far except,
If people keep worrying,
then nothing will resolve.
If people worry less and when it's at least expected,
everything will fall into place as needed
and God has anwsered your pray.
Why would I choose to LoseI'm so sorry I'm sick,Why would I choose to Lose by BloodEcstasy
I get turned on by horror movies.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Watching Hollywood's standards corrupt me.
Listening to the remix, of a remix, of a remix,
until it's just the original again,
and then it all turns to dust.
The idea of sleep is the right one,
Waking up early in the morning.
I'm one of the best worker bees you own.
But sometimes I make mistakes.
Don't you understand?
Because this is never going to make sense.
I'm so sorry,
The DanceI live with perfect people,The Dance by Like1guy
their happily painted faces are abreast.
They never forget or lose things.
They never let me rest.
And when they saw I failed,
That I failed at this charade,
You went to medicate me
So I can dance your way.
What I still have trouble seeing
is why I am so vital.
You've killed the vast majority of me,
Why can't I take the rest?
I live with perfect people,
Who are also killers to the bone.
I walk with straight-faced stranglers
and they'll walk with Al Capone.
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?
Green InkShe writes with green inkGreen Ink by Oilux
eternal scrawls upon the page.
She wrote with green ink,
because it was the color of his eyes,
and the pond in the park,
and the seats on the bus,
and the grass outside,
and rose stems.
She wrote with green ink
even when her boss yelled
and the teacher screamed
and nothing worked out.
Because green was her favorite
and it was his favorite as well
even when he was sick while
his skin was green.
He still loved the color green
when the dirt fell down
when he didn’t recover,
the grass that bloomed
was the most angelic jade.
And she still wrote in green ink
because it was the color of the grass,
and his favorite color
and the color of his eyes
on his last final days.
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
Shel SilversteinI might have been friends with Henry MooreShel Silverstein by jimfleming
I visited near his studio and garden once
We might have had tea
I could have helped Ziolkowski with his Crazy Horse
All I needed to do was show up in the Black Hills
All I needed to do was put my hand out
Just be human, be honest
We three, Moore, Ziolkowski and I would have been buds
Talking about women and monumental sculpture
The Dalai Lama might want to be a pal of mine
The Buddha would smile on us
We could sit out in front of Five Brothers
And drink Cuban coffee and laugh
His Holiness loves to laugh
But Shel, this presumption…
This one-sided dialogue…
It has been in my head since you died
We didn’t meet, but I am sure we would be friends
You and I would talk about politics and pirates
We would joke about conch royalty and cuss
You would be shoeless and grinning
I would be happy you were my friend
Angel-TipsAngel-TipsAngel-Tips by The-Anariarch
Sleep sweet and sound
my lips never knowing frowns
Upon sweet angel tips
I lie to sleep tonight
Sewn in by soft delight
Truly met this night in flight
My dreams lift me up
to clouds undreamed of this night
By moonlits wake
I do now tread
This night in peace
My mind is surely fed
Dreams of fancy
And Dreams of lore
Soft shrewd shadows
How I quake for more
Upon sweet angel tips
I do sleep tonight
And dream dreams elation
On soft feather wings
My dreams surely take flight
CellistCellistCellist by The-Anariarch
The Bow is struck
Its hairs now taut
Slipped in Resin
Ready to run amok
The clock chimes morning
The sheet is pressed
The players heart
Is soon set soaring
With foot now firm
He hugs the cello
Embraced with lovers caress
The tune is set
The strings are met
with fiery resin
and swift hands of justice
The song starts soft
Its cradle now young
It moves from beat to beat
All heard now held aloft
The pace quickens
From cradle young
To Heart now flung
Its rhythm fast
The clock strikes mid day
The song continues
from bloody fingers
to sweat stained bow
The player sighs
His brow now moist
His best he surely tries
To keep pace this forlorn day
The music is brutal
Blood now drips
Down soft wooden curves
His movement is firm and slick
His body moves
To his own cursed beat
His arms madly dance
Across his lovers chest
He looks away
Out his window
The moon has risen
yet his muse keeps on singing
Night has fallen
He slows his breath
And plucks at strings
His head bobs and weave
My DarlingI can’t be your lover,My Darling by Zakemur
Oh, my darling flower!
There is no reason for hating,
For so long for you I’ve been waiting.
Time has passed since last hopes faded,
But I still love you, please, appreciate it.
I am desperate to be with you,
But, understand I do not know what to do!
When finally I will leave this phase?
When will I get out of the maze?
When you lose your meaning for me!
When once again my soul will run free!
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.
Home"Home"Home by Hidden7Soul
by Taylor Colbert
"Everyday I find to be
a struggle, when I
constantly fail the
others all around me.
I know what I am,
a screw up trying
hard to fit in with
my friends and family.
And at that, I know
how much I tend to fail.
I'm nothing much, just a
person trying harder than
the day before.
But there's always one place
where I never have to try.
Where I feel happy and free,
letting go of my problems and
A place where the lights
can hurt your eyes, yet
make you feel so excited.
Where the bass takes your
breath away and restarts
your heart, the voices
from the speakers
boom in your ears.
Where for once no one
else matters, just you
and the music. The people
on the stage reaching you
with hands and words.
Where you can dance and scream
without looking a fool.
Because it's like a home,
where you're free and gone."
71. ObsessionAbout nymphs, I know without fails71. Obsession by Diluculi
You have probably heard countless tales
Already, so why should you hear mine?
What could I possibly refine?
Now I'm not Ovid, I admit
(Would be sev'ral cent'ries late for it)
But stay and listen to my story
I promise you won't be sorry.
Let me tell you not about love
Surely you know enoug tales thereof
So how about obsession instead
And a night painted crimson red?
Once upon a time it began
When during a full moon night a man
Could not rest in Morpheus's arms
He wandered off under sev'ral charms.
Not awake he followed the trail
Laid to his feet by Selene, the pale.
Into the mountains she guided him
Where the world was so rough and grim.
The feet left bloody stains behind
Tracks which an Oread did then find.
She follwed them to the mountain's top
Where finally the man did stop.
The mortal man she did pity
So alone and far from his city
Caught in this obsession for the moon
Unaware his feet turned maroon.
The nymph thought and worried her brain
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.I Don't Come with the Edges by DSteffi
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
'nuff said?Proposal'nuff said? by librarian-of-hell
Carve a calligram into my flesh -
let me be the canvas of your passions
and as the wounds turn into scars,
let the passion heal into comitment:
a bond of blood that we carry
beyond the grave, beyond memory.
The hungry canyon looks above at the sword
in Arminius' hand held to the sky -
and howls with her giant mouth
the ancient and unanswerable: Why?!
A Hanged Woman
She's looking at that other realm,
staring over god's shoulder -
her beauty recorded in
a cop's manila folder.
Her tongue kisses the cold wind,
her love wrapped 'round her neck -
I'm stricken with longing to touch
my dangling muse in black.
When the insects have eaten the tendons in my hand
and I can't write, you will realize you should follow
my advice that is still whispered in that hollow
voice of the wandering wind.
When the worms have devoured my tongue and
I can't speak, you will develop your own
poetry that will lead you to my new home
where all our insecurit
memoir"Be careful with Leonard," my mother told me. I didn't know why she was speaking of my best friend in such a derisive manner, for despite the fact that I was only sixteen and he was 34, I felt closer to him than anybody else ever before. We hung out by the ruins - the remains of a half-built and then abandoned house in the outskirts of town, a project suffocated by and forgotten among the turbulent political changes on 1989 -; we talked about things like the stars and the universe and old times when people used to wear corsets and swords. He was one of those smart underachievers: a college dropout who could've passed anything with flying colors, provided that the thing had sparked his interest. At the time of our friendship, he often took to drinking and bad company, but still possessed a keenness of wit that I so thirsted for in regards to my peers. No one of my age would understand me, and other adult would pay attention, so he was like a sunbeam in a dark prison cell. As proud as Imemoir by librarian-of-hell
-Only Tonight- a short story-Only Tonight- a short story by AlyssaStehle
Sometimes I think I hate everyone. I hate everything. Then, ten minutes later I’m in love with everyone. I love everything. I wonder what’s wrong with me. One hour after midnight and I left my glass slippers behind in a far off puddle. I left my coffin gaping open, sucking in the foul basement air. I guess I’m not like Cinderella at all. I’m not waiting for any prince. I’m looking for a light snack.
I’m a hungry hunter. Strolling barefoot through the lonely park that breathes softly with trembling branches and the smell of rain. The sky is hanging low with swirly gray clouds. Ah, I wish it’d rain some more! Crying sky, crying hearts. They are all delicious to me. Right now, I love everything. I’m even skipping a little bit. I’m excited for some reason. For no reason. Maybe, it’s my pretty yellow dress dancing aroun
-Sour Limelight- a short story-Sour Limelight- a short story by AlyssaStehle
I didn’t want to be in the spotlight. I was cast out onto the stage, naked and vulnerable. But I was the main attraction. For who? For what? There was no one watching. No one is ever watching me. The circus tent was empty and black. The cannons still oozed colorful smoke into the abyss. Purple and blue tangled on the rising air. When did the spotlight find me? As soon as I dreamed of her.
The second, the very instant Mab entered my dreams some enormous spotlight flicked to life. I’ve paid very dearly to be here center stage. I paid with the coinage of my very soul. My eternally weeping soul caused Mab to appear before me. She wiped the tears from my cheeks, took the kisses from my lips, the words from my mouth, the thoughts from my head, the beating of my heart, and the blood from my veins. She drank it all down. If I said no or tried to resist I’m sure it woul
HeartbeatHis heart beatHeartbeat by SilverWynd
was like an eagle's wings,
beating freely, wild
at times seeming untamable
yet there were moments
it could soar silently,
and within these
moments of serenity
I knew its warmth,
it's life, were for me
and only me,
and then my heart
is like a singing bird.
Running on TiptoeThey promised to meet in a vacuum.Running on Tiptoe by DSteffi
She'd bring the lips of the sun
the breath of the trees.
"Take two steps backward
and lean in to me."
and bouncing kites,
they invited clipped riddles
for a piece of
to hold your smile."
[How many follies can you count?
How many words when
Sonnets and BruisesWhat would you give meSonnets and Bruises by DSteffi
if I asked you for a pulse?
My trip to dreamland
is grey. The way
there's bliss in the in-between
of sunsets and dawns;
blowing cigarette smoke
in the lines
of the fades.
The span of her and me
the child who picks
fairies and swallows them,
when you know me well enough.
I'm a staccato of insects
too close to fire
and raindrops too quick
to be steam. Lonely merry-go-rounds
and bottles for lanterns
are the cobblestones
beneath my feet;
and I love tripping on them.
Think of the cyclones
we'd ride and the tomorrows
we'd wrap around our pinkies;
had you met me first.
Oh, the number of and's
the growing list of
My hair wouldn't be
burrowed on your neck;
our hands free of our
We would breathe fireflies
and alliterations individually
and all at once --
because we'd be looking at us
Halfway VirginOur clothes on the floorHalfway Virgin by librarian-of-hell
appear so carefree;
these breasts I never asked for
and your fondness of them scares me...
Look at my blue blood, in the syringe of a pen:
looking for a fairytale, disappointed again.
I lay with reality, she hungered for a touch -
I could give her all I had, but face it, it ain't much.
Staring at our moribund affair
a memory is the third in the bed
with cat-green eyes -
and birds are flying over
Train cars filled with guilt
carry me homeward -
where my dark peace awaits,
the peace you're so afraid of...
The overturned law is still in effect in my heart:
don't ask, don't tell, for I'd rather face
a hail of lead, than this torrent of questions,
You tasted like tears, down there.
Lulled into sleep by the endless road
I reflect upon the sins of the night
as the corpse of innocence grows rigid.
Lily and Mary sat on a tree
wondering how they could be free;
a cord for each, no ground to reach -
now they are swinging with glee.
As NeededBefore I walk through those glass doors,As Needed by BackShelfSouvenir
I rub my hands across my scruffy face,
Run my fingers through my tangled hair,
Place my dark-tinted sunglasses over my eyes.
All this pressure and preparation of trying to hide myself from being noticed.
Sit among all these strangers that I repeatedly see each time I visit.
Hear my name called, walk back, and sit on her couch as she begins her interview.
I feel like I should be on the cover of a magazine with all this attention I get.
I hate feeling like a celebrity in my therapist’s office.
Battle of MathThe teacher walks aroundBattle of Math by DoublerTrouble
handing out the dreaded
The packet flutters in front
of you, taunting you
You catch it, determined
to prove that you're
Equations and numbers
stare at you
You pick up a pencil
sharpened to a razor point
ready to fight
The first problem flies by
The smug warrior rises
The battle rages on
slowly but surely
you go on
Then you come to
that one problem
harder then all
The problem and the warrior
push against each other
Pencil and numbers
Then the teacher calls out
"Times up! Hand in your
The warrior's blade falls
he lands on his knees
Your feet drag you
to the teacher
The test is passed in
that one problem
The Parade of the QueensThe Parade of the Queens by CRYPTOXEER-IV
The Parade of the Queens (Eng )
The parade is coming
Follow the rumblings of marching armies
hear the roar of drums approaching
We hear the trumpets initiating the opening
this will start ;
parasites , viruses , bacterias and tadpoles !
sing already come
just take care , kill yourselves ,
That in the Train of Destruction
The Queen of Ignorance
is coming ,
Blessed Be , Blessed .
She is the most popular and Glorious
United has the most Vasto
not see her , so she likes that.
For the lack of interest in life
Remain sedated for Addiction
no matter your choice
either drug or not ,
everything was covered by Happiness
adore her that she is one of its pillars
Mother of admiration .
For those who prefer to let the knowledge or God,
Actually no matter
Turn back all crazy now !
and you will see how it comes reason.
It's Easy , you can always turn to see a more positive side
Now can spit
to the poor face without looking at them,
Pain of the Plague DoctorA bird without feathersPain of the Plague Doctor by PileofDogDust
is safer with leather
glass in his eyes
and herbs in his beak
He isn't a buzzard
and he sleeps in cold weather
no one to house him
because what he seeks
Is something in greatness
An evil with kindness
to save them from the black
that poisons their veins
Like drops of ink
He lets it flood
their wounds let blood
to fill a page.
A hope for the one
out of all the three
A slice just in two
to balance the four
with his staff of the dead
he lets loose of their head
and lets the ink over flow
and bows his head to look at the work
he's splattered all over the floor
Truth!Answer is neededTruth! by Delice1941
Eyes stare intently at me
Now is time for truth.
Updated 19th February2014
Haiku 001Bombas de luz voamHaiku 001 by jaimedeandruart
Lá no alto, no firmamento;
São anjos ou naves?
Lustrous bombs on flight
Up there, on the firmament;
Angels or spaceships?
emblems and entitiesi swore i saw the symbolism.emblems and entities by thepoetboy
there was so much rain,
that it could have sufficiently diffused
she hadn’t yet been chilly,
but in the coming weeks
she grew weak,
recounted the motto:
bone thin is beauty, baby.
stuck by the mantra, and
she swore she saw the symbolism.
but metaphors were always out of her
and idealisation idealised.
the steps had turned into waterfalls
and the gutters faucets,
and the sun, no matter, carried on behind curtains.
she spoke in synecdoche,
ribs representing the entirety
of her entity.
she spoke in parables,
ice, bare: epitomized the venom
clinging like an emblem.
she laid out her
emblems and entities
on her wrists,
running her fingers like flags
up the lengths
of the flagpole shaped scars lining her wrists.
she wished that out of the blue,
she’d become skilled at alchemy,
so that maybe she could trade rubbish like
and she wished that golden gods
would pepper her
banners and being
for a silver bar;
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House by CrumbledWings
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
I Refused To BeliveI refused to believe what he told meI Refused To Belive by Agent36496
I refused to see it to be true
I was told all that I knew
And I knew not how to see
I wished it was not how he would be
I wished it was all a ruse
He told me about his odd massages
And that he was ev’rytime bare
He told me who gave them
And how he felt in a snare
He made me well aware
And I refused to believe him
He told me about odd stories
And that the pictures that he saw
He knew who wrote and captured
And what is against the law
It made me want to bawl
But I refused to believe him
He drew a picture that prompted questions
He wrote his own stories as well
They made him so easy to read
He showed ev’rything that he felt
And sounded loud as the toll of a bell
Still, I refused to believe him
I know what happened to him
‘Twas a death by his own hands
He brought a man down and joined him
He felt lost in unknown land
And I could have helped him take a stand
Much to my regret, I all along refused to believe him
Shaman's DreamYou disappeared into the ether,Shaman's Dream by SilverWynd
and I wonder
where does that leave me
as you elude all senses,
I cannot just walk away
in all this empty space
which is filled with your
I have found my religion
in a memory of your eyes,
the taste of your lips which
of Autumn bitterness,
does not linger far away,
but I know this alone
is not delusion,
we may all be living
within the shaman's dream
but you I know were real
and I refuse to lose faith
I know there must be a way
to rediscover the essence
of you somewhere between
O heart !O heart where art thy shattered pieces now?O heart ! by DEANJENO--art
Hast thou gathered the shards and splinters from
whence they fell and
were buried deep within.
Hast thou begun to try and mend thyself once more?
Can you put the pieces back together?
Answer me O you broken pitiful thing!
Answer me and hide not the truth from me!
I know you.
I have seen thy tears
in the dead of night
and before the sun
doth shed its light.
I have heard thy silent sobs echoing within
thy hollow bony cage.
And watched as thy sadness birthed
more sorrow and pain.
I have felt thy pain
that sense that no one understood you...
or truly... really...cared.
I know you,
though often I tried to deny you
and hide you from the world...
Now I have come.
Come to face you one on one.
Let us reason together
and speak plainly.
You are broken O heart
and hurt deeply.
It is time
it is time to end the silent pain you
An Asatru PrayerOdin, far-wanderer, grant me wisdom,An Asatru Prayer by Axlazu
Courage, and victory.
Friend Thor, grant me your strength.
And both be with me.
Freya, beautiful and fair,
bless my love and heart.
Bragi, my patron, I ask for a song
from your harp.
Loki, the treacherous one,
I ask a favor of thee;
please strike down those who oppose,
and try to threaten me
Before YouEmptyBefore You by UinenFirestar
Walking straight and narrow roads
Who never came around
Never seemed to care
Stumbling through the silent darkness
Was there life
Before your touch, or was I simply
Gifts you waited all that time
Just to share
All the mischief I could manage
If I dared
I didn’t know what I was missing till you came
Now, caught forever in my Trickster’s many games
I only know I’ll never, ever be the same
Japanese HunterHear the endless yawnJapanese Hunter by librarian-of-hell
above abandoned hedges:
the absence of god.
A fine meal a day
paints a very gruesome scene:
blank eyes of a fawn.
Red drops on the ground:
our desires clot, sated.
We bear marks of love.
Little did I know,
the morning light would find a
stranger in my bed.
A storm brings red rain,
the tiger rattles its cage...
The art of hatred.
Warmth spreads in the gut.
Alchemy at its finest:
fire in water.
After the pin strikes,
the seed sheds its cover and
joy grows to full bloom.
The water just flows,
carrying these drowned remains.
And the world goes on.
No green; muck and noise.
This is where the humans live.
I want to go home.
locked within the body's walls;
time for prison break.
Bare trees claw the sky;
dead grass: white flags in the wind.
Here, I will lie down.
Thunder breaks the night -
then something falls with a thump.
Pain: one unit less.
Love Letter to MyselfI love you (or me).Love Letter to Myself by HerAwesomeness13
The way you furrow your eyebrows
when a math problem makes no sense.
The way your hair never behaves during
the day, but before you go to sleep, it
rivals that of a supermodel.
The way you always try to sing along to
a Disney song in a different language
(and failing in a fit of laughter).
The way you always stand up for what
you believe is justice and how you
never forget but always forgive.
And how even though you're insecure, you
don't know that you're the most beautiful and
important girl in the room.
How you can't hold a grudge unless someone
cuts you really deep.
How you know enough lawyer jargon to last
a century, yet refuse to become a lawyer out
of the fact that you are too insecure.
And last, but not least, how you never give up
your belief--whether it is in the Doctor, Alternia,
Hetalia, or the Supernatural Creepypastas lurking,
you never give up hope that they're out there.
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,
PyrogenicsShould I speak with velocityPyrogenics by Regal-Pinion
As I claim to leak veracity?
Share a fair stare leads to “harassing me”
Silence holds a gold ferocity
But platinum resides inside a travesty
Yet the origins of this casualty
Was not the first fatality
It's birth was an idea, you see?
Are you sick of this this hostility?
Is your health a grim variety?
Failed to conform to propriety?
From spark to inferno to “Oh no, a monstrosity!”
So why chastise my morality?
Must I despise and note your deformity?
Lead covered gold is not a new novelty
Just the source as to why Chaos seems so orderly
Fire fire everywhere but not a match to strike
Set it all ablaze – no change
We just create new paradigms
Fire fire everywhere and no world left to burn
Stroke the flames for fun and games
I guess we'll never learn
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BoldEvery day is likeBold by InvisibleOrchid
An earthquake that upsets
The chessboard that is my life.
If I want to move my rook so my piece threatens your king,
I'll be darned if I won't do it.
But when you show up
And tell me that I don't know how to play,
I get defensive
And kill your queen.
This is the upset of everyday life.
An eye for an eye
A pawn for a pawn
A rook for a rook
A golden opportunity to win this puzzle.
I'll move my queen
To take your bishop
And hopefully I'll grow
To beat this monster inside of
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The Mourning SongCan you hear the Mourning Song?The Mourning Song by horseriders119
What part of life has gone wrong?
What evil seeps into the soul?
A righteous deed cannot console
Can you see the weeping child?
Their hopes and dreams are now defiled
All you loved has gone away
Your once-pure life is sent astray
Can you taste the bitter tears?
Flowing down through the years
What loss has caused this wound to bleed?
The crimson river, the growing need
Can you feel the searing pain?
The red hot fire that does not wane
What meaning does this existence hold?
What makes these demons grow so bold?
Can you smell the putrid stench?
That awful thirst that cant be quenched
Why do people fear the grave?
What lies beyond that darkened cave?
Can you hear the Mourning Song?
All in life has gone wrong
All the evil of your soul
Is in your heart, as black as coal
Persuasive PaperThe Lives I Wish to SavePersuasive Paper by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Life is something we are supposed to cherish. But we humans have failed to do so. I want to build
a refuge for abandoned and abused horses, for they have done so much for me, and I want to do
something for them in return.
I used to work for a refuge called Halter that boarded sick, abandoned, and abused horses. I
used to look into their eyes and I would be torn to shreds to see the hopelessness, the fear, the
anger, and lack of life within them. How can people be so cruel? We are always taught that we are
supposed to treat others as we wish to be treated, and yet we treat these beautiful creatures as if
they were nothing! If people could only see how much we could learn from them. As a whole,
humanity has grown into a disgusting, vile obnoxious mob that cares about nothing but itself, and it
sickens me. In my eyes, these beautiful souls are the humans . . . and we are the beasts. How can
one say they love another and yet turn and