Any movies that anyone views as poetic
I don't care how think they are poetic
Just comment quick with a movie and why you think it is poetic
Think it would just be a cool chat to have on here
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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.
happyWind plays volatile clouds,happy by wikirat
Curtain clouded the heaven,
Soon on the earth rain will fall,
We have learned not to be afraid of the elements.
You know, one day we will make it,
If you’ll be my fellow traveler.
I am brimming with joy,
Just because I listen to your voice,
And immersed in the endless eyes!
I see your smile again.
Oh, how I love to see you happy!
And suddenly we are in some old movie.
And this is the exact time of our love.
Zero hours zero minutes.
LifeOn the neck is hanging wind,Life by wikirat
From shadows scattering secrets,
Drink days, until they fully gone,
Revving life to the limits...
Spring handed out vibrant bouquets,
On a threads of sonorous sun...
My world of the endless summer,
Left living on the run.
Circling now as ever,
Sunrises of falling leaves,
Laughing, continue to play,
Again buying tickets,
To the autumn of my day.
It seems that there is little time left to shine,
And winter soon will whirl,
Ten minutes, oh, well, at least nine,
At last I’ll borrow ‘till tomorrow.
I Wish I Were A CatI may be a personI Wish I Were A Cat by RaniAnderson
But I wish I were a cat.
There is no real reason
I just wish I were a cat.
Or maybe I want to be a mouse
And hide away all day,
And sneak around the house,
But only when the cat is away.
I could, however, be a bird
And soar through the sky.
My song would never go unheard
And away from this world would I fly.
But no, I want to be a cat
Being a cat is where it's at
There's nothing greater than that
Or is it better to be a bat?
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix)Do not go gentle into that good nightDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix) by IdioticProduction
Rage rage against the dying if the light
Fight death itself
Take flight from his scythe
I myself find no cheer in death
I fear becoming a slave to life
Destiny placing me in a grave
Rage rage against the dying of the light
Do not take my soul from this very realm
And place me in some hell hole
Where none have pleasure
And I am one of a many sad host
To coast eternity in misery for faith that I did not have
Rage rage against the dying of the light
To thee who remain
And do not care to take up arms
But rather fight for life than for the coming of death
Rage rage rage rage
And do not go gentle into that good night
The Modern SpeakerSo as the speaker here I standThe Modern Speaker by IdioticProduction
As a leg among the many arms and legs that drive humanity forward
Do not look at me as above you
Cause I am an equal cog in the device
Everyday we live in the modern world
And face the modern challenges
As those in the past faced what was their modern challenge
We see those issues drifted away like the hands on a clock
And time drifts forward with every snap shot after snap shot of our lives
So here I stand as the speaker among the many valid voices
Equally effected by time it's sole tendency to progress and continue making new modern days
What impact shall I or you make with your days that end
The time will keep going how will I or you effect it's progress
All will ever be answered, so I do not gobble truth, I create my own and enjoy the nature of the facts I have made
And I push on through the world with my leg pushing, inching ever forward to what my be enlightenment or death
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,Among the Bones by Oilux
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
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
Corroded BreedMost people die when they cease to live.Corroded Breed by librarian-of-hell
But what about those who never lived?
If I went out and started living, I'd end up in a straightjacket or a prison cell.
Being dead is just self-defense. So is that bottle under my bed.
And so is my writing. You call it talent. I call it a surrogate.
Don't you wish you could just tear your heart out and eat it,
fiber by contractile fiber,
savoring the taste of the maddening emotions,
maybe even finally understanding them?
Maybe deciphering the secret of what makes you unique...
Everyone claims to be unique, but the ones who really are know -
it's not all that glamorous as it's cracked up to be.
Constant pain is no fun.
Nor is constantly questioning and second-guessing people who'd give everything for you.
Because they might be lying. After all, you've been lied to a lot.
But I guess that's expected when your very core contradicts everyone's tacit assumption of humanity.
Fuck humanity. Fuck their high-and-mighty attitude towards us. Their entire
3 drunk poemsThe Armorer3 drunk poems by librarian-of-hell
Drops of love, their coppery glint
beckoning to a thirsty, knowing soul -
and tools of love, steel and wood for sweethearts,
plastic for workers - my cupboard has them all.
The vault-keeper I am, with a mild smile,
witness to sparks lit by my treasure's guile
in your eyes, stranger - I hope you use them well,
whether it's love or revenge you seek to quell.
A reassuring presence in my brain -
the scent of childhood lost and found again
in the essence, distilled and contained,
the shadow of blessed days bygone, when
there was yet no cold truth, heartbreak to cloud
the bright sky, and I've proclaimed aloud:
"the future's mine!"...Oh, those foolish dreams,
they are now a lifetime away, it seems -
yet still here, glistening in Slavs' water,
never to fade, never to grow older.
You are my coping mechanism - your sweet
untruths and the shared appreciation
for beauty that, among the trash, we meet.
Despite all, we stayed in constellation -
DisclaimerTrue love creaks in wood and swaying hemp,Disclaimer by librarian-of-hell
swirls as an azure cloud,
smells like metals and powder,
tingles with tendrils of lightning,
and tastes like the crimson wine of the night.
This ain't no "edgy persona", or intended to be "dark".
Like a child guards a teddy bear, I guard this in my heart.
Smoke and mirrors - and reminders not to follow
your true desires? Is that all you've got?
The body shrugs and the mind moves on
to chase the dreams that so long have been denied.
Dear Society (skit)You can't reduce me to a chemical -Dear Society (skit) by librarian-of-hell
go ahead and call me radical,
labels don't matter anymore:
each whore's a saint and each saint's a whore.
My heart is a wasteland with a "No Trespassing" sign
and juiced-up wire on the perimeter line
charged with the memory of a narcissist,
her face buried 'neath my clenched fist -
burnt by a monster, it's hard to play with matches,
but no matter the shit you throw, Death always catches
me and you, the whole fuckin' crew,
and I'm Death's little sister, I'll run you through.
You call me sick - I'm sick of social constructs:
I want facts, not aliens and big trucks,
you say a moral decline's sweeping the nation -
I say the only decline's in education
and if you'd wanna earn my appreciation -
which you don't, but whatever - you'd keep in mind the grammar:
I use "big" words not because I think I'm better,
but I at least don't drink Kool-Aid from the crapper.
You might have the money and temporal power
but the harder you muffle me I just get louder -
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.
Of Wolves and Winter SnowsThere they run...Of Wolves and Winter Snows by BrightFlame-HellWolf
Their coats a-glitter upon a wintry sequence.
Crunch goes their paws in their irregular drumming
On crystalline dunes.
"What are these majestic creatures?" you may say.
Why, they are Wolves,
Our kindred spirits,
There's no other way.
How their eyes shine with the essence of life!
These fathomless orbs, they pierce deeply into
Searching...Searching, but for what?
A sign of hatred?
This is something we may never know,
About these children of Mother Nature.
Picking up speed, they sing...
Sing a lingering song of ecstasy,
Their hearts beating in time with their paws,
Their breaths steaming out in the frigid air,
In sync are their very souls.
Pulsing is their life's blood against lively veins;
Intertwined with nature herself.
A harmony of Wolves and Winter Snows.
FaithWhich faith is most trueFaith by zenlord22
one where god is made of three
or one that submits
can one truly convert faith
or is faith one thing
can god find the path for me
or will I struggle
should I look towards gods own son
or towards his prophet
can anyone truly help
or am I alone
Poem of meI am from the map from google and the worldPoem of me by zenlord22
I am from the endless point
I am from the the tree of mighty pines
I am from the travel and adventure, from clan Lonergan and clan mickolsicis
I am from the moment of one place and studies of another
From the womb of a mother and mind of a father
I am from the heaven where all life began and where it will all end
I am from the city of wind, taste of chocolate and lemons
From a father who put his country and family first, and the mother who anchors us all
I am from many places as the whole world no matter where I go, I shall call home
Weeping Willow and the Faerie's PillowSticks, wind, and summer mellow..Weeping Willow and the Faerie's Pillow by BrightFlame-HellWolf
Sleep, sleep, now..
Sway on over to the Weeping Willow.
Hush, don't loose a tear.
There's not a reason to fear.
Rest your head upon the Faerie's pillow.
Sunlight, violets, and the good-man's fellow,
Let's go to the Weeping Willow!
Then, fall away into the Faerie's pillow,
On the sweet breeze of summer mellow.
Come, child, melt into my cool embrace..
Let me see that glowing face.
Be at rest amongst my flowing boughs,
Lest you answer for the dark night's wroth.
Moonlight, daises, and summer mellow..
Sway on over to the Weeping Willow!
-Grown Up Child- a short story-Grown Up Child- a short story by AlyssaStehle
Don’t touch her, just don’t touch her. I know if I laid one finger on that phantom she’d melt away into the spinning scenery. That’s what I was screaming through my hazy dreaming thoughts. But she possessed me with her eyes and gripped my heart in her hands. Yes, in her hands was my own precious heart, never given to anyone, yet it was stolen right out of my ribcage. Only in a nightmare could that happen to me.
But she was glowing! A pale being of light in a darkened forest dead with fall. She was beckoning me from afar. How could a young man resist such an invitation? From the fairy queen no less! I reached out with my hand and with my heart. In that split second I was thinking ‘May God have mercy on my soul.’ Because I knew some irreversible sin was going to be committed. I didn’t have her. She had me. I was her pet, trapped in a birdcage. I could
In Want of Hindsight You have spent the better part of a decade preparing for this moment. Calculation after calculation, research after research, weeks spent where natural light seemed like nothing more than a fairy tale told to children. But what you have gained in this accomplishment will make all your losses seem infinitesimal. You hold in your hands a device which turns fiction into reality, for you have created, if those endless calculations are accurate, the first functional time machine.In Want of Hindsight by Ghostpaint1
Every fibre of your being compels you: ‘Take it to the scientific community! Have them run tests!’ But you have spent too long already perfecting the machine to spend another ten years tied up in bureaucratic process. This is your invention, and if it destroys you then so be it: the price of failure. And besides, you already know the perfect test; you’ve had it picked out since you were thirteen years old.
When you we
Internet is a Wonderful DiseaseI should be doing my homework.Internet is a Wonderful Disease by SalamiSandwitch
Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues“Honesty. Psssh. Don’t make me laugh. ‘Cause in the end it won’t matter what you say. I will only see you as a liar. I will only remember your snide greasy grin. How that silver tongue spewed pride instead of truth.” Nikki glares out into the cellophane blackness. She feels the icy winds of October gush through her nostrils. The night reeks of cedar and damp earth and rotten beer cans no one bothered to throw away. She used to crave midnight, used to yearn for it’s vast expansion of possibilities. A galaxy of fireflies he had once said. Now its just some cosmic joke. Light glistening in the distance, beacons of hope beckoning to be yours. But never tangible, never within reach.Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues by EmaciatedandEpitaphs
John’s voice begins to spool too smooth from his throat, an exaggerated silk that begins to cradle and engulfs her senses. She quivers as his velvet breathe bubbles down her
Senses of LoveYour love overwhelms my senses,Senses of Love by SilverWynd
I inhale your deep earthy tones
feeling myself buried beneath the
weight of you, I could
curl myself into the space
between your ribcage,
the heart is a wild beast
which is why it beats against
I taste raindrops upon skin
warmed by the summer sun,
I want to swallow your breathe
hold it between my lips,
as the warmth fills the space
of my lungs, reminding me
of the essence of life.
My eyes devour you with
an artist's attention to detail,
my fingers long to trace your every
line, curve, and angle,
but my hand trembles at the purity
of your nakedness.
I listen to your silences,
your heart beats in morse code
and I can hear even your bones
sing, your fingers play scales
down my spinal cord, composing
melodies for each of my body
Your hands sculpt my body,
like Michelangelo you know how to
uncover the beauty hidden beneath,
patiently coaxing out the best parts
of me, I collapse into you,
compress myself into your chest cavity,
this is the spa
-Cold Autumn Wind- (2010)Uniqueness, draped on my shoulders-Cold Autumn Wind- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
Like the flag of some unknown nation
Dripping gray all the way to my ankles
As I walk up this hill that holds but one tender memory
Keeping my back straight against the punishing winds
I’ll never let them know I’m afraid
Thoughts that desperately want to be transformed into words
Stop on the tip of my tongue and retreat back into my throat
Silence, though the wind is howling
Silence, our footsteps echo ten times too soon
I wanted to reach out and grasp your fragile glass like hand
But it would shatter and melt into milk colored wax, I’m sure
Walking side by side, your eyes, your lips, unmoving and perfect
My chilled ears were begging to hear your warm sounding voice again
But you walked by as icy as the shivering wind
Stirring the leaves around my feet
You’re the cold autumn wind that blew though one night
Turning the leaves into fire on the branches of ancient trees
Swaying and trembling
Silence, painful like needles on my fin
-Only For You- (2010)Something changing slowly like the shape of the moon-Only For You- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
Every night in my most tender child-like dreams
Crying little salty tears every now and then
Realization, a small light through my dusty window
Everyone can see, no one is to know
The way I truly feel when you enter the room
Like a cruel joke
Over and over
Voiceless repetition of my three special words
Everyday, every night I carry this burden
Someday I will shout and the stars will fall from Heaven
Every star will fall, like the tears shed by me, twinkling like your eyes
Christmas lights strung along the inside of my head
Reminding me of the darkness that used to reside there
Everyone can see, I’m glowing like a firefly
That is the way I truly feel
Like the dash of cruelness that gives your voice so much flavor
One taste and I know, they’ll be no return
Voiceless repetition, louder and louder drowning out all other thoughts
Everyday, every night I carry this burden
I can’t ignore the butterflies churnin
once againIn a dark and lonely baronce again by Whismermill
on a lazy Tuesday night
2 strangers met.
The instantaneous bond, the kind of connection
and familiarity which normally takes years to establish
surprised them both, and took them by the hands.
What was ever meant to be, started here, now.
She smiled, the type of smile
that could bring a vicious lion to its knees
if you’re not careful.
Each time she laughed
the twinkles in her eyes brightened the entire room,
devoured his attention.
The dimples in his cheeks and the happiness in his eyes
lighted a spark inside the pit of her belly,
the sort that could ignite a tropical rainforest
if you’re not careful.
Her mind, always slower than her heart
at grasping what was going on, was unable to catch up.
As wits and puns and stories exchanged,
smiles turned into grins,
and grins into chuckles,
and chuckles bursted into laughter,
originating straight from the heart,
resonating in the air around them,
saturating every fiber of their bodies.
For in that moment, t
The lady and the vassalTheir once was a lady that owned a lot of landThe lady and the vassal by zenlord22
She chose to split it between a knight’s bands
Each knight became a vassal guarding their queen
For they wanted to own everything
One a vassal meets the lady
She wanted to know if he wanted to go steady
He said sure but wanted one thing
To kill the rest and make him own their things
So the queen order the death of the other vassals of the band
Leaving one to take her hand
Spirit Of RapMy spirit aint never be brokenSpirit Of Rap by Metalclawwarrior
It's impossible to choke the aura
You gotta be joking
What are you gonna dew?
Be a mountain
Stand there and not move?
Fuck that Ill a make you groove
With sugar in your nervous system
Shake you up
Make you a nervous dude
Shooting out verses
Like a semi-auto rifle
Right out another
Before you can see the other at ya
Cuz Dallas boy be hot
Got girls up wit out there tops
On the good ol' red clay
In front of my Grandmother's yard
All the in the Texas party
I'm seeing that girl o'er there
She's pretty quite
But damn she is cute I swear
She's a Superman's bird
Being Super Fly
Hey? What's your name?
I'm Metal, mind if I write poetry for you on certain special days?
In a Hip-Hop legacy
A urban prophecy of the streets
Like a modern day Saint
Of Painful street hate
Putting me on a quest
For the best to spit out my rest
Lyrics put to the test
This kid don't kiss ass
He kicks it
Yeah! Take that
Shout out to a 'Special G
LoveLove is the blissful bunnyLove by jacoo23
On a chocolate airplane
Whose demeanor is radiant and bright
He brings you gifts
Who glow when it is night
He smiles a lovely smile each day
And is always in the right
Until the plane comes crashing down
and he pulls out a knife
And as you plummet he uses his furry paws
Trying to take away your life
And then of course you both plummet
Into a sea of seething bile
Yet somehow while your floating there
You think your trip was quite worthwhile
IntroductionI’m never good at theseIntroduction by jacoo23
But maybe this one will be different
I’ll have the bravery
I’ll tell a joke
Everyone likes jokes
As our new master turns to each of us
I hear a new sound
See a new face
But I forget them right afterwards
For I must prepare for my own grand appearance
I know my name
I know my previous endeavors
I don’t know any jokes
I see the master’s long pointed finger
weaving its way through the others
Heading straight for me
Right in the middle of my forehead
She gives me an auditory cue
I resist the urge to scream
I can’t do this
I sulk into the shadows and cowardly squeak out my entrance
It had no joke
I know they did not hear me
But the Master does not care
And as the cold shrewd hand turns away
As I sit in my old familiar shadow
I whisper to myself
It That BetraysEver present the shadow whispers.It That Betrays by Henly-Hill
Inside the mind is causes blisters.
Softly falls the light of day.
But It is not out here to play.
Profane the things It says at night.
Yet worse so still It says in light.
Constant seething maddening words.
Engulfed the brain like blackened herbs.
It has a name that I dare not speak.
But know That It keeps my life so bleak.
It stops the heart then makes It go.
As I toss about in unevened flow.
Stab the heart with all the pain.
Don't worry now It'll be back again.
A hidden place inside It dwells.
That Betrays the one It knows so well.
I try and cast this thing away.
But I cannot keep It back; at bay.
Wise the words that echo scorn.
It feels that I should not be born.
Breathe within and breathe without.
Either is just one fell clout.
Name It once and there will be flame.
But once again and It will bring you shame.
It watches with the lidless eye.
To see you weak; to see you cry.
It leaves the flesh not rent not torn.
But makes the mind feel so lowborn.
Her Snowy GraceShe wears a graven grin...Her Snowy Grace by BrightFlame-HellWolf
A winter's fading fantasy.
Her teeth are jagged against pallid skin--
Vampiric lust-- an invigorating ecstasy.
Wine-red lips and locks the color of snow..
A calling of autumn on a full moon's rising
It's a foreboding thought that comes to show,
For it is time, Your Grace, for a summer's dying.
She walks with a seductive air.
Livid desire-- it clings to her like fire.
She carries a monstrous sort of fair; carnal in its waking.
Under the shadow from which she was born lies the deathly imprisonment of another day's shaking.
Her Snowy Grace, whose grim majesty prevails,
Sends mine own heart into a bestial frenzy...
Not unlike a succubus's embrace,
And it makes me think of Death's cold face.
Our White Lady Fair!
She spirals who looketh upon her into despair.
Mistress of Death,
Goddess of Winter,
A siren of the howling gales,
A demoness of vampiric lust;
Your Grace, I stand before thou,
But the pale breath of the Winter Ghost coats thy flesh
The Raven Dances for the CrowOn a breath of spring upon a winter wind;The Raven Dances for the Crow by BrightFlame-HellWolf
Its shade whispers of tarnished sin.
Here flies the Raven on tidings cold,
But the Crow knows of dark words old.
Paint it black, paint it black!
The Raven dreams of polished midnight,
Yet the Crow sings of the shadow's black fright.
The darkness embraces the Crow,
And beckons to the Raven...it knows.
It knows! It knows!
The blackness unfurls its ominous arms,
Spreading to them its alluring charms.
This is an illusion, you see..
And now it cries to thee.
To thee! To thee!
Now the Crow lays upon a bed of red,
Bleeding out in a hazed sigh.
"The time draws nigh," it says to the Raven,
"Dance for me! Dance for me!"
The Raven Dances for the Crow.
Paint it red!
No...paint thy heart black.
Black....black as thy feathers,
Black as thy soul...
And only then you will know,
For the Raven Dances for the Crow.
The Asylum's GhostMarilyn, my dear, he's screaming.The Asylum's Ghost by BrightFlame-HellWolf
They've been sleep-walking again.
Little ghoulies, they are.
I just can't sleep.
No one can.
The Ghost has sucked the tiny scraps of sanity left.
O', it comes in haunting vulgarity
A lurid image of such ill-defined rarity
Hair-raising in its echoing clarity
It's the Asylum's Ghost.
The madman shrieks his anguish to the murky ceiling,
The nurse stoops above him, grim.
His hair is brittle and white in spite of his youth,
And he fixates his glassy eyes into nothingness.
The madman now deteriorates in a state of paralysis.
Wedged between the rifts of mental consciousness & mobility,
And yanked away from the comforts of wakefulness~
Left to rot after a battle of paranoia.
For he had seen the Asylum's Ghost.
She huddles in a corner,
Covering her ears with white-knuckled hands.
Her body is racked with aching tremors.
She had heard the Asylum's Ghost.
I just can't
DegreeIt's funny how one degree can really take you 360Degree by justakid93
Back to broke in a hole of debt that you dug deep
Can't even get a job in your field, feeling robbed
But you've gone too far to turn back, better keep your receipts
SorrowLook at this rain,Sorrow by safika987
It pours with such pain.
As do you my dear,
although it is not clear.
If this wind bellows
when the sun turns mellow,
It may wash away your fears
But my child,
I warn you,
do not be mild
in your great grief
or it will be not be brief.
I may die,
The Darth Side of My MindGridlocked nightmares clash with blasphemes and cash dreams. My cranium'sThe Darth Side of My Mind by justakid93
Filled with men's last screams in the stadiums.
From left to right hot bullets chase me like it's playdium,
While shaking tokens out of my pockets. Damn, I feel hopeless...
I am a WriterI just want to writeI am a Writer by Storm-iNSaNiTy
To weave stories with words
Build mountains and summon monsters
To create a character that is brave
But not sterotypically 'the hero to save us all'
To give life to a story
And drag readers through the struggles
Is that too much to ask?
Just a little time
For me to talk to the world
In the way I know best?
I was weird
I still am
But words flow from me
A river that cannot
Be stopped by a simple dam
I have a voice
It is one among many
Like a single star on a clear night
But I intend to use it
To shine as bright as I can
And save others from the nightmares
That lurk in the darkest shadows
I think this is what it means to be a writer
To inspire other people to shine as bright as they can
So all the darkness in the world
Will be vanquished
Broken GlassI saw what you did to herBroken Glass by Storm-iNSaNiTy
The same thing you did to me
You had treated her kindly
You had showed her your love
But it was false
You really loved another
The same girl who helped
Shatter my own heart
You broke two glass girls
But be careful
When glass is broken
That’s when it’s sharpest
Guardian AngelI see you crying,Guardian Angel by Storm-iNSaNiTy
Crying for me.
I wish I could comfort you
At this moment.
To say ‘It’s alright’,
And have you bury
Your face into my chest
Like you always did.
You look down
At the resting place
Where I am laid before you,
Peacefully sleeping forever.
I know you don’t want to let go,
To undo things that you did,
To take back things you said.
It’s okay, I forgive you
God granted my only wish.
I wanted to see
You live your life
Even if it meant ending mine.
I know you would hate me
For the selfish wish I made
But, it’s still worth it,
I know you’re still there
I am standing beside you now.
I will never leave you.
I will love you forever.
Little brother, this is a promise,
I am now your guardian angel
And I will never let harm come to you.
You are loved, no matter whatYou feel your heart shatterYou are loved, no matter what by Storm-iNSaNiTy
You know you can’t go on
Your body grows weaker
With the drops of blood now gone
This life isn’t worth living
You feel broken inside
There is nothing left for you
Nowhere left to hide
The tears flow down
Hot and fast
It’s to hard to let go
To forget the past
You see only darkness
Feel only fear
And your screams are there
For no one to hear
This is what you think
What you believe is true
It’s imprinted on your mind
And there’s nothing left to do
But that is a lie
Spread around for fun
When you think your life is over
It has only begun
So wipe away your tears
Put on your game face
It’s time to go out there
And find your place
You may not be loved by all
But you are loved by one
He is our Heavenly Father
The Spirit and Son
Removed From PainA face through the smokeRemoved From Pain by caerulex
Billows from your body
And extinguishes the tapers
Of your weary soul
Like a maggot-hive corpse
Your pain oozes sickly out
Pushing with convulsions
In swirls upon your skin
You are torn from the inside
As your brier-wood skeleton
Recoils from the blisters
Of a lascivious flame
Your bones crack from nerves
As your flesh curdles
Blood boiling to the sounds
Of damning screams
And yet you do not feel anything
Removed as you are
A figure in the ash and char
Succumbing to the fire
The foundation crumbles
And you offhandedly watch
As the fire kisses your pain
And burns your body to nothing
Redemptive MusicShe devastatesRedemptive Music by caerulex
As she walks
Into a chamber
And her voice
Like a rapture
A redeeming trumpet
Ruptures the cathedral
Skies with music
And the others
With closed eyes
And sighing hunches
Stare quietly at the pews
Where the holy
House is disfigured
By the consumption
Of her music
She saturates the church
That cracks its veneer
And castrates its form
Better than confession,
Her music pures
MeditationThere are momentsMeditation by SilverWynd
when I wish I could forget
how to breathe,
to find the center of stillness
where the world no longer bleeds
the body has no existence,
I become the wind
in the trees,
the song of birds,
a dancing blade of grass,
the earth beneath me
and the beat of your heart,
you will know I am always here,
distance and time will melt away,
the pure essence
of ourselves will harmonize.
let me become the
music you play.
Death Has OrdersNot all stories have happy endingsDeath Has Orders by Agent36496
Such is the case of a fragile young girl
Made frail by a man grown pretentious
He laid his hands on her without cause
He brought his own loss
Making a night of sleep her last
And literally breaking his wife’s heart
Without one on whom to use aggression
He later pointed the machine to himself
Those of adolescence want only good times
Fond memories can be made
But not for all
Young lovers stroll over the streets
In a motor-run contraption
Only to not return to their families
For another blindly made them change their course
Causing a collision that rolled them
The ringmaster of the show survived,
Only for his wrists to be chained,
And him to be long restrained
While the youths could only perish
A woman worked hard to be known
Having her face in magazines
That gave other women false hope
All at the price of her body
Within the decade
The lines of her ribs were easy to see
Her spine could be felt
Her eyes bloodshot
Her teeth covered in stubborn dirt
Dicrimination [A Casual Kind of Hatred]It is a casual kind of hatredDicrimination [A Casual Kind of Hatred] by caerulex
That laps consistently forth
And wears away at my patience
Burning my stamina out
Along with good intentions
And well-framed smiles--
It is a certain kind of hatred
That denies the facts
And scorns the innocent
By holding to outdated rules
And latching conveniently
To safe preconceptions
This insidious hatred
Is the shadow of all doubt
And the darkness of the void
Smothering last breaths
With grimy claws
And neurotic eyes
I will defeat this hatred
With my tongue and pen:
With palisading words I bite
Their careless mouths;
With averring ink I bleach
Their papered hate.
Death Has a LifeHe is an every-day John DoeDeath Has a Life by Agent36496
He tends to all his duties
He seems to always wander
He completes all his tasks
He never hesitates to act
He can blend in everywhere
He follows you where you go
He is highly unpredictable
He reaches you at any moment
He is necessary to the world
Letter to Santa.Angels whisperingLetter to Santa. by Nestharon
Holidays are knocking
New Year is watching
Santa is waiting
For everyone to change
From hate to love
From ignorance to care
From receiving to giving.
What does Christmas mean?
Not the birth of a child
Not compensating gifts
Rather sharing Love
Care and Joy
Do you need more?
What does New Years Eve mean?
Not the party
Not the drinking
And forgetting the past-
Never think of it
Who is Santa?
Not a person
Not an entity
Rather a help
To materialize our dreams.
Now you know our message
Are you willing to write the letter
To Dear Old Santa?
Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, sayAnn-Claire by Diluculi
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
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 all right, you're 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, you're 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)
I am YouLife spoke to the void.I am You by Henly-Hill
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
Fire Mind Am I crazy? Will I die unloved?Fire Mind by Regal-Pinion
Must I be remembered for all the harm I caused?
Do I need someone to call out my name?
Will I cause this world to burn down in flames?
Sand melted into glass sticks
Fragile flames from the fantastic
Thoughts we hide leaves us spastic
Metal's melting with our plastic
Flicker flicker sparks and liquor
Fire fights leaves us sicker
See the blaze rising quicker
Than smolder homes made of wicker
Burn! Burn! Toward the floor
Leave me, Past, forever more
Let me hide in my scores
Of thoughts and soot inside my core
Rusting iron slowly burning
(Look it up it's worth learning)
This metaphor was meant for yearning
But I lit that idea since it was boring
Don't tell me I should minimize
I'll let your point oxidize
Only so you will realize
My soul's con
This is a group for all your poetry! I am the Founder and just wanted to say hello
I will be looking after all your work with the help from a few good friends and fellow co founders .
If you need help with anything just let me know a special thanks to for all that she have done ,wil do and shall continue to do for she made me the groups new founder which I thank from the bottom of my heart, also as new founder things here won't really change since its been working fine the only thing different will be more contest really. Now to introduce our fine working co founders
and will be happy to help you .
We are hoping to make this a super group in a short while so any donation would be appreciated very much ! To donate please go to my home page and donate there along with a note to me that i can store in the admin area.
We hope to open many gallery's for you to place your work very soon ,at the moment we have 5 new gallery's you can submit your work. These are listed below .
Hope you will enjoy us as much as we will enjoy you and for your co operation while we get things back up and running .
No one is to bully another member !If you have a problem come to me and I will help to resolve it.
Anyone found to send in stolen art will be removed from the group instantly .
This is a all age's group so limit your swearing on the group wall.
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Make sure you submit to the correct folder ,we do not want to decline your art over a simple mistake.
only 5 deviants per day
Well that's about it for now so have fun and get writing
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Goodnight My LoveGoodnight My Love by TwistedAnger
goodnight my love
i no longer wish to wake
can not resist the urge to sleep
a deep death sleep
no more do i want the bright light of life
it burns my eyes
and every breath sears my throat
i choke on every inconsequential beat of my heart
goodnight my love
the dream was sweet
saccharine in its promises
but the reality sours on my tongue
it tastes of bitter anger and spoiled hope
and has become too foul to swallow
too sharp to touch
my hands bleed from holding it too tight
goodnight my love
it is not your fault
there was just too much pain
and now i will sleep it all away
hidden deep within from the bite of this cruel life
curled around what little of me is left
like a small vein of gold in a mountain
because i was golden once
The JudderSpoiling and rattlingThe Judder by Bil-Sabab
By rivals on crunchy -
For fed and for burn,
For flush and for glare.
The loot -
- In the fuss:
In Jingle - grip-and-seize -
Flapping by wings,
Waving by hands:
- Drifting -
In twitch and blink.
- ...For what?
- For the desire?
For the em-motion-otiose,
The swing - the trembling -
In Jitters - Bounce!
Ticking to bring
To forge the shade.
Procession 1Carrying the dutyProcession 1 by Bil-Sabab
To act as a link -
Ending up body
Cheerful and friendly.
Into the WoodsThe world looksInto the Woods by Scarlettletters
very different today -
the old cabin
by the creek
has moved once more,
taken itself to higher ground,
and the deer have left
to haunt the hollow,
their haunches quivering
like rising sap.
We venture out, knowing
we will lose our way again,
waiting for dogs
to ambush our feet
as we cut a path
through the sumac
the reeds breathe minnows
through the cold blister
rushing through the trees.
Your hand closes,
a lonely animal in mine,
and the leaves
can smell our fear
thick as spoor
while we pick our way
through the thickening blur
wondering which way
is true north.