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.
suicideHave you ever wanted to die?suicide by ~XxXSammySuicideXxX
That you stood in the bathroom
A knife or a razor blade in hand
Maybe a boodle of pills
And a glass of water
And you stared at the mirror
Just wishing you'd die
But then you started to think
About your mom and your dad
Your sisters and brothers
Your nephews and nieces
All of your friends
And you put down the knife or the razor blade
You put away the pills
And you walked away
Acting like nothing ever happened
But the thoughts of your family and friends
Never stay for long
Day's week's maybe months later
Your back to thinking about suicide and death
Follow the LeaderYour lust for success is contagiousFollow the Leader by ~LestatMalfoy
I get caught up in the wake and buried by mistakes
A hundred steps behind you
Yet still I see your face
Happiness is a factor
One of many goals
You lost it in the battle
And won it back when the time arose
I always saw you as a warrior
Defending your beliefs
Overflowing with sorrow
Yet you kept away the grief
I strive to follow closely
The example that you've set
To go on fighting bravely
And learn with every regret
EnoughWhen love isn't enough,Enough by *KeepersKeep
I guess it's that bottle of José Cuervo by your bed.
Or the twelve-pack in your fridge.
I guess it's the beer you bring to work in your pocket.
Because "it's a long drive home."
I need you.
I love you.
But your bottle's calling.
And I can't keep yelling over all the alcohol in your blood.
World Of WoeThis is how I feel in this world of woeWorld Of Woe by ~dreaming-is-living
With no place to turn, no place to go
My world is ending, slowly each day
Little by Little, I'm wasting away
The air around me is tinged with imploding dreams
What does being alive really mean?
I drain the bottle, along with my soul
The drunker I get, the deeper I go
Into the times of yesterday
No matter the time, you're not fading away
You were far to good for this world, so you left it
Everything crashed down and then you made your exit
It wasn't your time, why'd you have to go?
Leaving me alone in this world of woe
Light up the sky to show me you're here
Cast away the shadows so I have nothing to fear
Maybe if I could believe is something other than pain
Maybe if I weren't going insane
I could escape the past, all the darkness below
Maybe then I could survive this world of woe
If I could clear my mind and forget your voice
Would I banish you away if I had that choice?
Afterall, I've only got my memories to hold
All alone, in this world of woe
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
Just Been BittenJust Been Bitten by *Neverland-Joy4ever
It's strange I normally try to stay far from
trouble, never try to glaze at it more than
But... I don't know... what happened, but now
trouble is staring straight at me, and I have welcomed
Never have I welcomed such a thing, like this
in my life, nor have I desired to change anything
from proper orbit
I've seen evil transform into beauty, and hell look like heaven
without desiring any problem that storm
being in my life
I've glaze now into the eyes of trouble, and enjoy the
company there of
Slowly those lips gentily kiss away the pain from the struggling day
as this creature, so sweet confesses love unto me
This amazing creature is fighting it's eager, while others are fighting her
and me to leave her
and her to leave me
I invited them all to watch love unfold from a creature that is known
not to show love
Slowly her fangs slide so gentily into my skin, into my neck, the pain
is that of a slight pinch and gent
My Fault, My Failure I was blind, and I knew it not.My Fault, My Failure by *Neverland-Joy4ever
I was poor, but behaved rich.
I was dumb, thou I looked smart.
I was unwise, but hid and acted wise.
I was a failure, and act like I did well.
You spoke love to me, but I didn't hear.
You were best friend, and I treated you as enemy.
You were strong, I was weak
You gave me guidance, and I gave you grief.
You gave me virtue, I gave you vanity.
We should have never met, but we did.
We should never had spoken to each other, but we did.
We should have never shared heart to heart, but we did.
We should have never became dearest friends, but we did.
We should have never...., but we did
Now I am alone, you are where near, I am to blame.
Now I want you back, I want that friendship back, I am to blame.
Now I stand without reason, and without hope, I am to blame.
Now my tears yet fall, and my heart is yet broken, I am to blame.
Now I wish for you to
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem. by *rociobelindamendez
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
Law, war, poorWhat we see and hear is processed, we don't get it rawLaw, war, poor by *rociobelindamendez
we get the altered, tampered hand-me-downs of the manipulating law.
We wear it like it fits, pretend that it's our style––
coz they're the ones stamping "approved" on all our fucking files.
We switch the channels, thinking we have a choice
we vote for irrelevant reality, thinking we have a voice.
We're a grain of sand, in the world's largest beach,
tossed on the shore, with everything out of reach.
They want us to be scared of being strong leaders,
so they can declare war in a tux, while we're the tagged-up bleeders.
The rich guys riding on top, the poor taking it down below,
thats the way it's gotta be, that's how the money and power games go.
Too bad it isn't in reverse, I would love to see that shit,
The minorities ruling, the politicians taking hit after hit.
If they were the poor soldiers walking right into death,
would they be so quick to talk, or would they hold their fucking breath?
If it was their sons and daug
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.
We Set SailsWe set the sails and leave behindWe Set Sails by *Diluculi
Old lives we don't want anymore.
"Fortune waits at another shore"
This promise is on every mind.
There's a preacher, an alcoholic,
Only within booze he finds God.
Fights his demons with an old rod
While he screams: "I'm a good Catholic!"
A woman with lost reputation
Is learning now to sleep alone.
She has never been on her own
During her years of exploitation.
See this man next to the old rail?
He wears scar patterns on his skin,
Remains of atoning a sin.
During the nights you can hear him wail.
And the crew is just as worn down
As the ship they are sailing on.
They all fell victim to a con,
The reason for their permanent frown.
As we travel across the sea,
Only failed characters on board
And two stories left unexplored,
I wonder: "Why are you still with me?"
Cellophane KitesI.Cellophane Kites by ~DSteffi
Houses dot the skirts of a mountain,
weak and cold cemented homes
connected to each other
like the pages in a book.
Tires are not decorations on roofs
but stones on paper bullets to keep them
The 7-year-old boy with the cigarette
and the old man with the umbrella cane,
read each other like everyday strangers-
unlike the air and the scent of glue
on rotting slippers.
Turn your radio to the station next door;
the news of the vendor using second-hand oil,
or to the valedictorian running the elevator.
The music exalts by the thousands
saving the short lifespan
of your dead batteries.
Sing Merry Christmas
with the recorded promises of political jingles
and half-meant carols of children
shining in the stage of their first-class begging.
I wish you a Happy New Year
without the wishes of the Happy and the New.
Rags for clothes in the sunlight,
street signs more painting than crayons.
Rain water distilled by bottles,
infants immediately born as adults
Drowning in this AddicitonI tried to drown out your voiceDrowning in this Addiciton by ~Jailabelle-23
Inside the lies, I made my choice
With my lips against the bottle
I tried to swallow the memories
I put the speed of my destruction
In complete full throttle
I brought this about, a self induction
Laying here drowning in my worries.
Just laying here in my corruption.
I could whisper to you my series of sorrows,
Instead I'll just lay here in my low,
Or I could borrow another bottle
Of sweet nectar and fire
As my blood acquires
The song of a liar.
Brittle and bare,
Lay me to rest on the wave
Aware I am this may be my early grave
with a kiss to my Jackie D.
Like a whisper to the noose waiting
For me under the elm tree
as I am aching for another bottle
Of sweet nectar and fire
As I try to rejoice
I think I finally have forgotten your voice.
Eulogy for Lou ReedI was just saying how I’d have liked to see you one time before you died.Eulogy for Lou Reed by ~ThermadorianGrey
How seventy-one was still too young.
How I had to fake the grief when my dog and my grandma died,
But not for you.
Now I’m not so sure.
Try as I might,
I can’t imagine Lou Reed the Walmart greeter.
Mr. Walk on the Wild Side cuddled up with two cats named Trebek and Sajak.
The father of punk playing checkers in the park,
Drinking coffee weak like Jay Leno jokes.
From tight pants to loose skin,
Heroin to insulin.
Live fast, live long.
Darkness Within Human NatureTitle: Darkness Within Human NatureDarkness Within Human Nature by ~Darxetta413
Author: D.R. Ward
Darkness Within Human Nature
In my eyes I see the daftest twilight; it engulfs me in ways that I am simply unable to describe within the unarmed emotions that run throughout my rampant thoughts. I reach for this light, hoping that it would consume me, but I find that with every time I press forward, the light recedes back, and I am only made to chase what I think it the good side of me. Deep, deep down I know that the darkness is following me, overwhelming me, but I desperately continue to clutch for the righteousness.
It’s as if the race for humanity is a simple gesture, the simple ideal concept of a touch – that of which remains in the minds of men for years upon years to come. In this good side of me, I know that these little things count, but as I delve deeper down into the barred cells and rusting chains to the memories I promised I would ne
More Doctor Who Song Parodies!Songs I want to parody:More Doctor Who Song Parodies! by ~Ghostpaint1
What's This?- Nightmare Before Christmas(in progress)
For the Benefit of Mr. Kite- The Beatles
Beelzeboss- Tenacious D (maybe could be cool?)
Born This Way- Lady Gaga(maybe)
What do you guys think? Could these work? Any ideas you have that you want me to try? Check out my previous Doctor Who work to see if you think I'm up to the challenge!
-Satisfied- a short story-Satisfied- a short story by *AlyssaStehle
I was so frail, like a withered flower. October’s gentile rain couldn’t revive me; October’s gentile rain couldn’t wash the bloodstains away. I was running as quickly as the wind would let me, though the cool night air ripped through my lungs. All the familiar houses and streets became unwelcoming and harsh. My mind was in chaos, my body was trembling. ‘What have I done? What have I done?’
But that was just a broken piece of my memory. A sliver of humanity plunged deep into my brain. Giving me nightmares and headaches. I don’t remember my past. Only small fragments come to haunt me from time to time. Even underground in my coffin, some small nightmare slips through the cracks just to torture me.
On nights like this I just need to get out. I need to cast my worries away and see the sights touched with moonlight. I need to be left alone until my trembling heart stops
Never Only EchoesIt can be a tough call sometimes, between the voices of the Old Ones and the constant chatter of our own internal monologues. It takes practice to tell them apart, to know the difference between what you hear and what you only want to hear… or between what you want to hear and a silence so deep it can make your ears ring. “Journal everything,” Loki told me not long after I met him, and I’ve done my best to live up to that. Now, looking back, I can see how much of what I once questioned has turned out to be True. I want to share a few of these shapshots with you, so let me take you back to where it all started….Never Only Echoes by ~UinenFirestar
It was Black Friday, 2010. I was newly devoted to the Pagan path, still very unsure of myself and what it would come to mean for me. I worked at a large department store at that time, and was busy catering to the madness that is the day after Thanksgiving in the retail world. Out of nowhere, I found this Great Dane-sized black dog pacing al
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.Candles for Fireplaces by ~DSteffi
Suspend me in the lines of score sheets,
in the jetsam and flotsam of the shadows of songs
that never got the chance
to be sung.
Bereave the flames from Persephone's care,
12-10-2013Though I have loved you far less12-10-2013 by ~everystupidstar
than there are stars in the sky
or grains of sand in the sea,
you cannot expect me to help myself.
And though you have shone brighter
than any sun or moon or constellation
unfurling upon the darkness of my heart,
I cannot expect you to help yourself.
For a rose can grow in the most desolate places
when conditions are right, spiraling deep
into the cracks of abandoned parking lots
where the water is sweetest.
And from that rose come more roses,
until the concrete is green and spilling
over with thorns and bouquets weeping
with the golden scent of years to come.
Grateful as I am that I have pricked my heart
upon your heart, you are still so new to me,
and it frightens me that we are little more
than corporeal loam feeding a violently beautiful bloom.
And though I touch you with Midas’ trembling fingers,
know that I am in awe of every minute fiber of your being:
perfection, imperfection, body, soul, and synapse.
I cannot help myself.
StayIt’s quite sad reallyStay by ~DestryDisenchanted
A strange phenomenon
I never really got it
I cared enough
I tried enough
I worked enough
They impaired me
They lied to me
They irked me
We parted ways
Though I wanted to stay
To keep my thoughts at bay
In your eyes
I’m a plaything
And I just let it happen
But now I’m alone
But even at home
I sleep in another bed
So my guard is up
And my mouth is shut
And so is my head
Maybe I’ll find someone
Who cares enough
To try and keep me safe
It’ll be later
But I can wait forever
If they’ll be my always
ChickadeeI will be your groundChickadee by ~LifeisaPeach
Supporting you in every way
I will be the shoulder you lean on
In every hurtful situations
I will wipe away your tears
In every heart breaking moments
Your dream will be my dream
Your happiness will be my happiness
I will stand by you and be with you
You will never have to worry
My loyalty and love
Will only be yours
I want us to be as close
As sealed lips
Every time you are forced down
I come up to meet you
And in the middle
We find our bliss
*Marriage and Henry*Marry Henry, no!*Marriage and Henry* by *Delice1941
I would like to keep my head
I've grown fond of it.
The Final HourOnce again I spendThe Final Hour by ~SilverWynd
another sleepless night,
for every time I feel slumbers
embrace near, it comes awake,
and insists that I too must
waken to its harsh screeching cries.
However many times I have tired,
civilly to make it hush,
it is determined to intrude
into my dreams, and rob me
of such sweet delights.
Perhaps I am loosing my mind,
but I begin to detect
something sinister in its squawking,
I imagine when I pass down the hall
it watches me malevolently
already plotting its next torment.
No more can I take of this,
something must be done,
half out of my mind, with blood shot eyes,
hammer held in trembling hand,
I venture my way into the shadow
draped hall where ghostly the curtains
seem to dance.
I steel my nerves for there can be
no turning back, it must be done,
all too soon I find myself standing
before my nemesis, and at the midnight hour
as it prepares once more to devastate me,
I bring the hammer down.
For all averred, I had killed the bird,
the cuckoo has chimed its last,
Accidental DeliveryThe first time it happenedAccidental Delivery by ~SilverWynd
it was quite subtle, a postcard
came within the mail
from a place I never heard of,
no return address,
and only a single line
scowled in a child's hand.
It was easy to dismiss,
or perhaps an idea of a prank
so I stored it in a drawer and never
gave it another thought.
The second time
it was a bit more adamant,
a knock upon the door,
a package left upon my doorstep,
with no way to send it back,
I wondered what I should do,
and picked it up to my ear
shook it a little,
in retrospect perhaps not the wisest choice,
but nothing happened,
at last I opened it, and what was inside
I cannot name.
In time this too was forgotten,
but it was a bit much to take,
when at midnight I was awakened
by the sound of a singing telegram
outside my bedroom window,
in truth, I never knew those were still around,
when I attempted to question them
they only smiled and walked away.
I was soon at my wits end,
when a phone call arrived,
I was half-afraid to answer it,
Untitled English PoemShattered, heartUntitled English Poem by ~LuckyHeart1224
Life, a living hell,
Her room, a cell,
Empty, a shell,
Dark, a gate,
Fake happiness, a masquerade,
Bad choices, a weight,
The malice, a blade,
The hatred, a knife,
An angel, strayed,
Broken, a life,
Twisted, a soul,
*Faith*Across the river*Faith* by *Delice1941
Stepping stones, I lightly tread
Leading who knows where.
*Redemption*Search for redemption*Redemption* by *Delice1941
Before black wings swoop
Netherworld so dark.
Old wave song.Lost souls walk along an abandoned beach,Old wave song. by *rociobelindamendez
sometimes as students, other times to teach.
Perpetually questioning, yearning for truth,
never satisfied, chasing their youth.
Their feet embedded into the golden sand,
some roam alone, others hand in hand.
leaving their footprints, as they move on ahead,
waves crashing down, drenched in dread.
Above them hover the vastness of dreams,
illusions, perceptions, changing what it seems.
Some believe, some choose to ignore,
some lost souls, even go to war.
They begin to grow tired, slow and weary,
Dark waves engulf those, weak and dreary.
Others stay strong, and walk on along,
Waltzing in a line, to the old wave song.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
A Poem for Emiethings I’ll never do again:A Poem for Emie by ~WolfxButterfly
have your nose push my ear
at four in the morning.
come home from school
to your wide wild eyes
and your happy, jagged purr.
they buried you at twilight
under a paw print of rocks.
my hand clenched the one on top
sending my heat to you.
winter has come, darling.
I hope you can forget
how much you hate it.
please don’t be too cold.
with these lips scarred
the way they are
could I ever remotely
come close to
expressing how much
I love you?
TonightI could open my bones and read them out loudTonight by ~WolfxButterfly
word for word, with how cold it is tonight.
A muted TV, empty plugs in the wall
proving there’s no one around here tonight.
Handprints on the windows, fogged up from my breath
and no sheets for the bed. No sleeping tonight.
Inner self, you never could be bothered much
but maybe you could be some comfort tonight.
Observing, writing, recording some songs
about how to survive the long haul tonight.
I thought I saw snowflakes, but none falling yet
still, I have frozen from exposure tonight.
The Great DescentI was told aboutThe Great Descent by ~WolfxButterfly
this place, where the leaves just
won’t stop falling.
I go there at night
mind and body crushed like ants
in eternal restlessness.
Mountains burst with trees
laughing children crowd around
chains on swings, creaking.
The mountains enrage the wind
branches crash, mad waves on shore
before they freeze again.
I think I might be mad
maybe these trees will tell me -
whisper it in dreams.
The same wind wraps ‘round
my body, and every leaf’s
a spinning frenzy.
One tree looses all leaves
at once - they hurtle at me
as bullets, shining red.
Rest in peace.Dive into the deep blue sky and let it take you by the hand to it's secret hiding place beyond the hemisphere, where every piece of love for you is catalogued in shades of burgundy velvet.Rest in peace. by *rociobelindamendez
Fly freely alongside millions of coloured paper cranes in the highest clouds granting wishes, while I look up at the sky thinking about the endless possibilities surrounding you.
Eat delicious dinner's with your once lost family and friends, as your serenaded by a choir of angels, playing tango at your request; while you sip the finest wine, and hover above the most tranquil of waterfalls.
Dance with the golden sun rays, teach them your steps as you sway with the highest trees inviting them to sing a refreshing breeze; hypnotising the world for hours at a time.
Then when you're done––
Drape yourself on the crested moon, with eternity as your blanket.
Rest peacefully, amongst the white sparkling hopes of a billion lost souls.
When I imagine you... I imagine you like this.
© Rocio Beli
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
PhoenixWalking in the darkness through the fallen leavesPhoenix by ~AJ-anba17
The moon shines upon the ground illuminating my foreign dreams.
The caverns moan as the wind caress their walls
This moment has been long approaching and I can no longer stall.
I find her at the cliff’s edge with her arms extended to the side
My eyes grow moist and I know I can no longer hide.
“Do not be afraid” she soothes and turns towards me grinning.
“Your life may be over but the journey is just beginning.”
My breath catches in my throat as her words echo like thunder
And I look at the hand she has extended towards me in wonder.
“Do not fear what you do not understand
For that is a disease that already plagues your land.
Free your mind and rise from the ashes of your insecurity
And follow me to this land of purity.
Let go of the judgment that has soiled and rotten
The innocence of your mind that has long been forgotten.
So take hold of my hand and allow me to guide you
To the land of your journey
Looking BackHow did I learn to love you?Looking Back by ~UinenFirestar
My heart of hearts… you crawled right in
Made yourself at home
And you’ve made a plaything of my life ever since.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining
Not questioning what I ever saw in you
But looking back, one day I barely knew your name
And now I can’t imagine life without you.
Have I always loved you, Loki?
Did I spend a recent lifetime in your arms?
And is that why so much has seemed instinctive
How the answers come before I ask the questions?
Or perhaps this life’s the only chance I get.
If so, I’ll make the most of every day
Spend every waking moment chasing fireflies
Dancing, singing, living, loving, being
The Final MemoryThe lapping of memoryThe Final Memory by ~Leafscatter
the smiles, the laughs,
the tears, the people,
hoping the words
and faces last
within a failing mind.
with over-bright sun
the snow over Christmas
once winter's come,
the will to live
to learn , to grow,
to see the world.
of lovers first kiss,
times long past
the people missed,
first dates, heartbreaks,
the ringing of church bells,
a wedding remembered
upon the present,
clarity on the past,
long lost friends.
Flashes of yesterday,
stuck in days bygone,
sad faces, tears,
as old eyes close,
the final memory.
KnifeRemember that little humanKnife by =QuiEstInLiteris
boy who couldn't read aloud -
who couldn't hold a pen
because his slick corn oil skin
kept sliding past itself?
Boy, oh, boy.
And he was born a hundred
years too late for his cowboy
dreams. He rides herd on the
maybes and the somedays.
He sang a knife song - one
that sliced up the rigid spines
of teachers and parents alike
and parted them before him
like God-spoken seas.
Deft elision somewhere between
his teeth and tongue, lyrical, his
words in other men's mouths.
Knife song honed with lime,
polished with manteca.
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,
Man-ChildI recall your wordsMan-Child by ~SilverWynd
as you spoke to me once
of bulls horns,
and it was laughable,
you think too much of yourself
so you degrade everything you touch.
Do you recall the story of Midas
and his golden touch?
Well your lust it turns everything to rust,
you erode and decay everything around you.
I have never been a saint,
and purity I find is bland,
but there is no low of which
you would not sink below,
spitting out your Crowleyian
philosophy you fathom yourself
enlightened, and there was a time
when once I bought that line,
but it was never truly you speaking was it?
Only your drug induced hallucinations
ironically, all too fittingly I saw
the source of your wisdom was born
out of death and decay,
fungi infestation feeding off
the sorrows of others,
toxins which mask themselves
as benign, just waiting.
You are a spoiled child
perhaps too long indulged
but it is up to someone else now
to endure your self-serving perversion.
Ramblings 04There's a black hole inside of me…it is slowly sucking up my life energy, my existence, my happiness…everything.Ramblings 04 by ~kosha21
It is only a matter of time before I implode.
The Primal Existence of the LustfulThe instinctive urge to push forward,The Primal Existence of the Lustful by ~Axlazu
tripping over a lust-filled path.
Primal feeding to fuel power,
stumbling on a shadowed past.
My existence is one of dread,
finding passion in her breath.
Instinctive urges want me to act,
to drive the steel into her breast.
The urge forces me to relate,
to degrade myself to a more primal state.
The lusting urge, the basic thought,
remaining in existence is all that's taught.
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You Are Strong, Yet Weak:Fear:She acts like nothing is wrong,You Are Strong, Yet Weak:Fear: by ~Collateral-Damage666
Like nothing can ever faze her.
She acts like she has no fear,
Like death can't even take her.
But when I find her crying
All alone under the tree,
I don't point this out.
I just hold her,
Until she falls asleep.
But when I find her shaking
Because of a fear
That is consuming her body
I don't point this out.
I just hold her,
Until she can smile again.
Did You Know?Did you knowDid You Know? by ~Collateral-Damage666
That when the wind
Blows through the trees,
They rustle out the sound
Of your name.
Did you know
That when the brook
Runs over stones,
It bubbles out the sound
Of your name.
Did you know
That when a bird nesting
On a tree opens its mouth,
It sings out the sound
Of your name.
Did you know
That when the snow
Begins to fall,
The snow crunches out the sound
Of your name.
Did you know
That when the rain pours
Onto the earth,
It splashes out the sound
Of your name.
Did you know
That you're everything
I think about
And I wouldn't have it
Any other way.
PortraitTo Eugene Faber Green and Allen GinsbergPortrait by ~feelgoodinc16
Beauty is truth and truth, beauty
The serenade of the golden lights that shone throughout the sound rose above the barren winter treetops that resembled burnt-out wicks of candle sticks
The portrait of twilight's nocturne settled outside of my window and illustrated itself
It was a very pretty sight, often an interesting one, one to ponder over, perfect to gaze upon wandering in moonlit bliss for midnight picnics and late at night/early morning galavanting
Across the water I saw the ominous apartment buildings that stood as stone Templars filled with mystery and brooding monotony
The smoke stacks breathed aether into the atmosphere around the apex of the buildings in a circular fashion that hovered about the lofts
As if the top floors were embracing the heavens lethargically lit only by the moon in the black fog brazier of the night.
Upon every building, a red beam stretching high into the sky signaling the flight of the jet planes, steel birds
No More Heart To GiveMy life is the sand filling the bottom of the hourglassNo More Heart To Give by ~LovelessEnd
But my mind is ticking as the pendulum swings hypnotically
Back and forth, back and forth
One step forward and two steps back
Where am I going?
I still remember when all the blood in this body seeped out of their veins
That day etched so vividly on a jet black and poor excuse of a heart
I remember all the words marked up on my sleeves
And the sleepless nights stolen from me
I have no more heart to give
The last time I checked, I'm heartless
I'm just so sick of spilling my guts out for nothing
Give me a reason tell me there's more to it than this
I'm just one step off this ledge and I'm ready to jump
Tell me it's a quick drop
Tell me it'll be painless
Tell me you'll watch me
Lie to me
I'm locked up in my mind no way in, no way out
Help break me out of my whitewater misery
Hold my heart while I die in obscurity
You'll find my body somewhere on Memory Lane
Breathe the truth into me before I go
There is still time before