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.
Meta-GenesisI dreamt I walked as a panther;Meta-Genesis by Neo128
Sinuous, black and sleek.
Content, in my dark dominion,
To leave legacies to the meek.
I imagined I soared as an eagle,
Aloft in a cold, cruel sky;
Ambivalent to all existence,
As the world, below, blurred by.
I envisioned myself an arctic wolf,
With a soul as cold as ice,
Yet, a heart made warm by the vistas
Of my polar paradise.
Then I saw myself as a serpent,
Who, on its belly, did writhe and crawl,
Devoid of compassion, pity or guilt,
And this pleased me—most of all.
GenerationI share these dotted linesGeneration by DylanSeto
with the voices a crooked
generation. gone like the wind,
I am amidst a tornado,
learn to navigate space and time
among fleeting moments. degenerates.
I am you.My greatest achievement wasI am you. by Yesitha92
Convincing the world
That I never existed.
I am the boiling rage that engulfs you
The hatred that enables vicious atrocities easily possible to do;
I am the prejudice that wears like a jewel you possess
Unwilling to compromise and pushes you to aggress;
I am the lust that ignites obsessed desire
For it convinces you to coercively earn trophies and corrupts power;
I am the procrastination that breaks your spirit
Shackling your dreams creating your personal limits;
I am the condescending pride
That drives your mind to be blind;
I am the insatiable greed
That converts your wants to needs;
I am the voice inside your head.
I am the excuses you make reminding yourself 'we're only human.'
I am that part of you who justifies all your actions.
I am your perception of 'greater good.'
I am that opposing thought each time you think of change.
I am the tiny worms.
I am the cancer that kills your happiness.
I am the many facets you are born with.
I am the ideologies that
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
No more being bulliedDon’t you get it, this is your warNo more being bullied by Melanie-J-Howle
I have no beef with you I’m not counting the score
I just want to be me without playing this fight
But you can’t let it rest you have to be right
I just want to live without this time consuming game
But you turn this to shit again and again
Can’t you leave me be to live my own life
Without being a asshole and giving me strife
I have no quarrel with you or your group
Please take me out of this self-played loop
For fuck can’t you leave me to grow on my own?
Disown me then try to make me your own
To many games you play to make yourself real
How many hearts and minds will you steel?
It’s all for your games the people no care
Dear man when will you ever try to play this game fair?
Again and again and again...All i have done in rageAgain and again and again... by DirtyEbriety
All i have altered in fear
All emotions, fake...
All there is still to learn
All the thruths that will burst to lies
All living, moving ...dying.
Hunt it down
Experience and heal
Framed?Shattered glass upon the floor.Framed? by Sethyas
A bloody wall, an open drawer.
DNA and finger prints on the knife.
He insists he did not take her life.
040Dear Mother,040 by brownhairedmaiden
The radio is spitting out harsh cords,
And I'm cramped in the back seat
In between puffs of smoke.
The weed brings me back to
Dark rooms and broken glass,
But they're laughing all the same.
I've had double shots of fireball,
But I have no appetite for the heat.
We're skating around a park,
And I skinned my knees
On the idea that I have
Everything under control.
Under all this skin
we're just a bunch of kids,
Following the rules
And breaking our own
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.
Silent pleaStop itSilent plea by Spicymiller
Tears want to escape but I won't let them
I'm scared & I don't know what to do
Why isn't anyone doing anything?
I want to get up & run but I can't find the strength to do so
I'm paralyzed in confusion & fear
Somebody please help me
Finally I escape & this time I let the tears fall
Sobs wrack my body & I shakily make my way to my destination
I'm ashamed I didn't do anything
Steven Universe Fanfic - Chapter 1.3 Ruby BluesSteven Universe Fanfic - Chapter 1.3 by Ghostpaint1
It had been almost a week since the mysterious floating hand had appeared above Beach City. The vendors and townspeople were still recovering, putting their businesses, and by extension their lives, back together little by little. Oddly enough the strange magical women, accompanied by Steven, had not come to clean up what was supposedly their mess. That was fine by Bill Dewey, though, whose ‘Get This Weird Green Junk off the Boardwalk’ program had made him the talk of the town and a shoe-in for the next election. Even the government wished to applaud him, sending agents about once a week who were brimming with questions.
Mayor Dewey’s ideas were rarely the most efficient, but doing something made people feel better. There was little he could do, though, to assuage their concerns about the shouting that had started coming from down the beach…
“Why don’t you just give up?” belted a small, green, vaguely triangular Gem. “
Mistress of the Video Game StoreWind rushing through my body as I go.Mistress of the Video Game Store by Inevia
Drops of water running down my back and chest,
hair still soaking wet from the morning bath.
My name is Rania, I work at a video game store
and I am late once again, dashing like crazy,
barely able to catch a breath.
How did I end up here though?
I have a doctorate in engineering,
but am somehow picking games for young people who idolize me.
Hm! Maybe it is not that bad anyway.
All the attention sure feels nice,
although it can get messy at times.
There was this one guy who literary stalked me for days.
He was obsessed. Waiting outside my apartment in the morning,
lurking in the store the whole day.
I guess the creepiest part is that he never made a move,
just vanished one day.
People who come here, they are all more or less the same.
They love their games and that is what binds us.
The problem in this whole situation is that the owner of the store
has basically been using me as his mascot, an object,
and that is what many of those pe
Aphrodisiac ShowerAnother hard day of work comes to an end.Aphrodisiac Shower by Inevia
I feel exhausted, my whole body aches.
Ever since I got promoted I chose to sleep it off.
It really has been way too long since I had some time to myself.
Whatever happened to all the manicures, pedicures and massages? Am I letting go?
I need to let off some steam. Every one of my muscles is stiff from this office job.
Checking my phone I see my friends talking about the best massage of their life.
Sounds exactly like what I would need right now, but I don't really have time for it.
How sad! Spending years of my life trying to get that promotion and ending up with nothing.
My lust for self satisfaction becomes even stronger.
The ride home adds to my already unbearable exhaustion.
It feel likes I have reached my limits.
I step into my apartment, kicking the heels off of my feet as I walk down the corridor.
Throwing the keys on the table, bag on the couch. Same old routine.
Just standing there for a minute, letting my feet cool off
Ode To Mental Illness/We’ve been here before, alone or holding the hands of a child, mother or cousin./Ode To Mental Illness by puddlethecat
/Our stories have one main theme, some argue its purely coincidence while others seek biology for answers./
/They loved Mr Alcohol, Mrs. Heroin and chased them like a missing lover. Their transportation to find them across the journey was addiction./
/Watching my girlfriend wash her hands over and over to ward off paranoia of disease. It's only when I'm holding her hand does she feel clean before it all begins again./
/When I first saw my child, I knew she was perfect. The only thing that wasn't perfect was when I realized I couldn't bond with this beautiful being and I was anxious as to how and why./
/I am the man who stared bipolar in the eyes and promised to keep on going . Don’t turn towards mania, he is a party trick that turns lethal. The life of the party always switches back to depression in the end./
/My son was a loving boy, a boy with voices who just wanted to love and be loved. He
SweetheartEven if I'm here without youSweetheart by SILENTJUSTICE
Like a heavy leaf lost in a dark autumn
Like a forgotten sword of a dead warrior
There is no night that hides you from my memory .
Even if you live and my existence adds nothing to yours
Like a bottle that travels for the sea
Like that child that plays a game nobody understands
There is no happiness that doesn't include your name.
Even if the sky felt down on my sinner soul
Like a conscience that screams in my head
Like a thousand of birds flying around my neck
There is no sadness that your smile can't delete.
Even if my body didn't know the tenderness of your lips
Like a river where all of the fishes are gone
Like a blue eagle that got blind from its birth
There is no way I can love another girl.
There is no way I can have another love.
You are my sweetheart.
-Who Are you- (2011)Nets, mesh, and tangled spider webs-Who Are you- (2011) by AlyssaStehle
Drawings black and scribbled
Sleepless midnights tick by without apology
Perhaps there was a tender sigh
Falling from my memories and tormented dreams
Black coffee spilled on the table
A deep shadow spreading over my mind
Your unforgettable voice still rings in my ears
After the storm of agony was forgotten
You called out and made me remember
The beauty and perfection you possess
But that was just my imagination
My broken heart
My tear filled eyes
Memories distorted by hopes and desires
I’m far away, becoming farther still
I’m safely within another’s arms
Who are you to call out to me now?
-Little Girl- (2011)With wings un-singed by lowly lamp lights-Little Girl- (2011) by AlyssaStehle
My heart became a moth
Flying towards my unattainable evening star
Fluttering dramatically with the sound of your voice
The look in your eye
Twinkling in the summer shade
Rotten and cool, like the breath of autumn
Sinful and soft, this timid excitement
Walking out of my fondest dreams
Hollow footsteps delicately placed on my porch
Tapping lightly on that aluminum door
Brilliant sounds mimicking a horror film in broad daylight
If I close my eyes Nosferatu’s shadow take hold of my heart
Without fear, without hesitation, I let a midnight soul into my home
With a smile that’s unique beyond description
Call me by a name that’s mine alone
Even as you’re mocking me I love the way it sounds
Say it one more time
Before I pack my bags a fade away from your life
Call me “little girl”
-Lightning- (2011)The yawning night sky-Lightning- (2011) by AlyssaStehle
Turned in the midst of another starry dream
A dream that had not yet been born into our minds
Tumbling lightning across the horizon
Brining two strangers together in a brilliant flash
Our fate zigzagged into the distance
Painfully, and beautifully twisted
As the sky quietly turned
And turned again
In the midst of our starry dream
That is an Octopus of enormous dimensionsIt was so special to me...That is an Octopus of enormous dimensions by missmagicgirl
Such a wonder, such a piece of art.
I wished I could have saved the miracle of it behind me eyelids
to look at whenever I´m sad.
But you did not feel the wonder I felt.
To you it was just a giant octopus of enormous dimensions.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Plague of PillowsPillows I throw to the floorPlague of Pillows by caerulex
with distaste; my friends
protest their treatment
"What do you have against pillows?"
they bulge beneath my back
and chafe my arms
they interrupt the smoothness
of upholstered furniture
and unleash garish pattern
When I replace them
I drag back dust and crumbs
from the unclean floor
and exasperatedly fling them
aside in disgust
The only place for pillows
is under my weary head
at days end,
when they cushion my mind
and cradle my neck
while I tend to stranger,
that lead to true unwaking rest
ExpectationsBe ready to eventually be disappointed even byExpectations by Mag889
the people you admire the most
unfortunately, they're not YOU
That MomentThat momentThat Moment by Mag889
when you're unwrapping a precious piece of cake
while sitting in your chair with already heavy ass*
because you're off diet today
and you forgot to take a spoon...
are you getting up with your heavy ass
or grab the cake in your hand and eat like a pig?
*because you've already ate so much sugar you feel like shit and high
UglyWe come with griefUgly by DirtyEbriety
and suffer we bring
While you play the role
were the only ones who are chained and sore
You prettified our murders
You pushed away our horrors
You whored out our spirit
You whored out yourself
Your soap bubble full of garbage
still we don't match your perfect peace...
who are you?
Full of garbage.
We are as we are, with resistance you answer
How you are - we are, with disgust you attack
What you sow is what you reap...
hate the world and it will never heal.
Hate us, hate your self ...divide everything in shreds
and now, when you look in the mirror, it breaks...
Trapped in the DarkIn the night,Trapped in the Dark by Maylar
I can hear the silence
praying from everywhere
tick in my ears,
licking my skin
and I know I've been screaming unheard,
for countless years...
Shadows, laughing to my grief,
shadows, crying to my sorrows,
running down the walls in streams,
unstoppable multitude of memories...
Madness seeps in,
bittersweet like wine,
that keeps me from falling all the way
and yet, here I am,
down to my personal hell...
In the night,
I can feel the echoes
of what has once been
and will never be again...
kept under the tightly sewn lids...
I'm forever trapped,
in this nightmare without end.
DisplacementI am spinning backwards like puddingDisplacement by caerulex
sticking to the walls
The long slow slime crawl down leaves
residue like little smears of organ
wet and gross and like rotten fruit in the refrigerator
You really don't want to touch
Me right now
I'm this force going downward
Cleaning my residues with cement-soaked feet
And lips of mummified paper
Humidity dries me out like all the air
has stolen my liquid,
And I'm drowning on the nothingness
like a space man in a vacuum
The boxes are shallow and awkward
and I can't keep more than one open at a time
for lack of space
I dodge the dust like a pedestrian the beggars
And eye the vacuum in the corner
That someone already took,
So I'm really staring at a corner filled with dust and hair and a leftover tag
I only have the one carry-on, hanging bag, and a few drawstring sports bags
for an entire wardrobe and everything that matters enough
to bring back to permanence of a home
where my room is a designated space for guests
MorningOn days whenMorning by caerulex
I feel in my flesh that I'm weak and sallow,
I hold onto my blankets with vice-grip claws as though they can disarm the clock.
I don't know why some nights my creases deepen
and my jowls sag like the vertices of a square;
I don't know why some nights I dream softly
and awaken unscathed.
Some days I am more beautiful than others:
My facial structure sharpens, my eyes seem cerulean
rather than shadowed;
The arcs under my eyes deflate and
My hair hangs tussled rather than limp;
My acne seems to vanish, like children hiding behind isles in the mall.
People say you only need 5 seconds to form an impression,
and the backs of my eyelids pattern themselves in myriad ways
as I creak into the dark morning with a rusted spine and sore neck.
This poem is cliche.The roses have died.This poem is cliche. by LightSide-Goddess
Violets are not in vouge and....
Dear? The sugar's gone.
Longboard BluesToo many feelings to write a haiku, I more than like youLongboard Blues by justakid93
I thought you’d turn my Pichu to a Raichu
I learnt angels were real the moment I saw you
But in the end I'm less than blessed, achoo
Build-a-BoyInvented demented, 1993 the heaven’s sent itBuild-a-Boy by justakid93
A rose tried to grow from concrete but they wouldn't let it
It just happened to wear horns and it’s pigment tinted
Labeled as a menace to society, a life cemented
One Last NightI heard what you saidOne Last Night by ekostag
And I just want to forget
Can't get out of bed
When my only friends
Are these four walls
I fell for your lies
Believed all your alibis
Now that it's goodbye
All I do is cry
And make new scars
Pushed me to the floor
I've been thrown away before
You ended a war
When you slammed the door
Once and for all
I want one last night
For your arms to hold me tight
Send me to the light
End without a fight
Aim for my heart
RetributionThe chirping of the birds high up in the treesRetribution by Sethyas
puts my heavy heart at ease.
In stories, it's fields like these in which animals play
but no animals will come out today.
The sky, darkening and dreary, fails to rupture my calm.
Nothing staggers me now that I've resolved my qualm.
Cries of children carry mothers failing to comfort or quell.
I lay in this meadow and prepare for hell.
The chirping of birds puts my clouded mind at ease.
The cold wind grants my clarity while I feel my soul freeze.
I reach toward the sky and pray for release.
As I close my eyes now, in one last moment of peace.
DimIt kills me every time.Dim by Sethyas
Each time I die inside.
I feel my innards fry,
When the light fades from her eyes.
038God whispers my sins to the roses038 by brownhairedmaiden
but I only hear Him when they bloom—
From galaxies to dirt,
Through rays of fire to clouds of rain,
Despite all you've done, you are still my daughter.
From End To Endwhen your mouthFrom End To End by BlackBowfin
loses its shape
the together, in which
they sing to the dead within,
tightens the dreamwire between us
and we step
one toe's worth of time,
a less-breath, closer
to each other, toward them
and the invisible away
tucked behind its white wall of noise
you remind me how love sounds
in a whisper, as involuntary
as a planet's struggle
to rein its own systems in,
while spinning an impossible axis,
nesting a break in the hostile continuum
and it sounds lonely, but lovely,
as one startled toe's worth of time
forgets to breathe and bleed
from end to end, forgets
to count itself down, so lovely alive
once dreaming against ungodly odds
Last FarewellOpen my eyes on a sapphire lake, an ethereal fair dusk out of time and placeLast Farewell by Fionn-the-Bard
iridescent blossoms in my hair, diaphanous pearls on my skin
I can smell the essence of life
I can touch the waxing of the nascent moon
The surreal silence intones a melodious chant, bard of long forgotten words
It gently pushes against my ears so hard I can hardly breath
My heart follows the nearing tide beating the painful rythm of life
And yonder pale feathers you dance with the moths
ancient will o' the wisps to be your cloak, lost leaves to be your wings
The joy of the moment cannot be described by human words, by human ears it cannot be heard
This is the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past
There is fairy dust in your curls, fierce forests in your eyes, impetuous flames on your cheeks
You are the great warrior who sets sail and cuts through the winds, you are the innocent child
Interweaving sparkling waters with the scented air, you're dancing in the lake
I thrice beg of you,
Dreams of StarfishI will inhabit a dreaming starfishDreams of Starfish by caerulex
and without senses
conjure a world of spirit
I think a starfish best
would know where heaven stands
I will extend my pentacle arms
and feel like a compass
where the final magnet guides me:
to infinite metal gates and a core
of molten platinum
brighter than light
I think my spirit flies without
vision scent and sound
and only knows to drift
towards sun-like warmth
of bursting radiance
I will abandon my human
and drift in pulsing echoes
I think I've found my home
amidst waves that
Surge over me
in gentle nuzzles
and warm hugs,
that wrap me
like mother's blankets
and father's arms
Above the Falli come in peace,Above the Fall by BlackBowfin
bearing ruin by the cageful
and under the unequilibrium
of its influence,
i drop what i have, again
before the skeletal propwork
of a dead skyline
i die where i always do
in the shadows
of the same failed geometry
in the same movement, incapable
of going anywhere, but wrong
because direction and distance
don't exist above the fall
it's here, where our eyes meet
though you've never noticed,
it's here that i wait for you
invisible, in the twang and tension
of this earth rigging
and the feeble hoax of its gravity
and it's here, i destroy
what's left of the fluid ghost
that holds your place
in the waking world,
here, because something in there
remembers winding up the universe
and compressing energies
deep within the dream mortar,
remembers that it's here
we forgot, so loved the world
that we let the death of our dreams
break our days into numbers
we remember, like water remembers
being vapor and steam,
being ice at the edge of the comet
and all the undiscovered
We Do As We Are ToldDo you think that you are free? Well you are not freeWe Do As We Are Told by CloudNumber8
Freedom is just an illusion designed to control
I ask myself why some people live their whole lives
Believing every single word that they are told
From the teachers who were brainwashed themselves
But there is no cleanliness in our education
School comes too soon with agenda fueled answers
Before we have even learnt to ask the question
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
It's just the bars around your cell cannot be seen
You're enslaved while ministers commit crimes so sinister
And feed you thoughts directly from the machine
The grinding dark forces that control the media
They want you to be afraid of the ''other side''
And frighten you in to demanding for change
Which in turn causes a revolt then a divide
Do you think that you are free? Well you are not free
As when you're divided you're easier to control
Just keep in mind that although we have differences
The most important fight is to keep h
The Sound of ViolenceI woke from a soulless sleepThe Sound of Violence by DanielleDestiny
And, all alone, began to weep
Dark vision lingered in my mind
With no comfort I could find
In slumber there had appeared
Everything I’d ever feared
Plucked right out of memory
To play out in front of me
Broken brick and blackened stone
Marked the place I had called home
Trees all ripped out of the earth
Plants lay dead upon the turf
All around, a raging fire
Put the world upon its pyre
Oily smoke filled the air
Burning flames licked my hair
Nameless faces passed me by
I called, but they did not reply
And though the encounters were brief
I could not fail to see their grief
Gazed upon my shattered dream
The people turned as if to scream
But soundless was their lonely call
And my tears began to fall
Begged for Darkness, my friend
For this nightmare to end
To send me back into the light
So I could put this all to right
Now that I have awoken
My eyes are truly open
I see the world is near
To this horror I fear
And each soundless word
Demands that it be hea
The WolvesThink quietlyThe Wolves by caerulex
as though the people around you hear your thoughts
(Though to theirs you are deaf)
Would you be hated or loved
for your honest lies
Scented by the wolves
in a feeding frenzy
with you on the bottom of monstrous thighs
sucking you like a carcass
to hear the true scream both inside and out
When he's there he wears his power like a badge
Oh honey, they all know:
your face is red, your hands tremble
Inside and out
a picture of prey
Here come the wolves.
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)
DominanceYou are a summer kiss to myDominance by caerulex
Unlace your navel and play
Wave your cotton like a
Lean your muscles into
Plush trees and
Span your mouth against
walls of sand
Will your might against the tide
and sink in
Sew your hair and knit a cape
Chase me from my dreams to
Finger my independence and pleasure
I don't want you but I love
I flex my mind in exercise and smooth
your false skin
Reality pales beneath this play of
Inside my dreams I am queen and king
Omniscient like a deity in my
My jade-carved spirit thunders like
In an unstoppable force of thought against
Here I am always
SpacesWhat is spaceSpaces by caerulex
that filling makes it live
in contrast, its boundaries
What it cannot know
as its peeling arms curl upward
Like defeated waves of a tidal bore
that retract back into the ocean
like tired bones and sagging flesh
Ideas and thoughts fill spaces
And matter makes way for
the abstract and spirits
That watch the clash of ideas
And the slaying of bodies
For brutal harvest
Their physical space converted
And dense, crushing weight.
Dichotomy of One (She)She was the only one in the world.Dichotomy of One (She) by Henly-Hill
She was lonely and afraid.
She hid from the world in shades of perfected harmony.
But always the pain would return.
More agonizing each time.
She was a frail thing, skin and bones wrapped up in a crumbling Façade.
She was the only one of the world.
She was always happy.
She was always melancholy.
She was always afraid.
She looked forward to the next day.
She dreaded the coming dawn.
She loved her dreams and her deceptions.
She valued life as little as death, not at all.
She was content.
She never stopped worrying.
She never cried.
She longed to sob every night.
Inside, her heart was broken.
Her mind was sharp as a razor's edge.
Her thoughts were disjointed as a maze.
She saw the true nature of the world.
She was lost in imagination.
She was alone.
She was never lonely.
She was numb except in imagination.
She was detached from the world around her.
She could feel the greatest pain.
She cut her arms to watch them bleed.
What is a lie...What is a lie if not another's truth?What is a lie... by Henly-Hill
What is truth but someone's perception?
The eyes of those that see clearly are often blind.
Yet the blind often see the answer plain.
Fault not the deaf for being deaf.
Rather shun those that pluck out their own eyes.
Silence the mouths of those that speak truth.
Delve not into secrets unbecoming.
Perception of others is always skewed.
The voices of one are always lies.
Plant not the seeds of hatred.
Look and and learn in due time.
The word of the shepherd is golden.
But inside the flock lurks a wolf.
And others don sheep's gilded clothing.
Still others stalk meat for their pies.
In victory you must find defeat.
In loss you must find triumph.
In pain find wisdom.
In sadness the heart's desire.
Creep ye now on silent pastures.
Moving through the paths of life.
Question not the things that matter.
Just live this world of love and strife.
Must one die to join the fold?
Or is the flock merely lost within the dark?
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.
No nasty comments or insults to be left on another's work !If you don't like it move on to the next .
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
Awsome groups who help us:
thanks for the help!
What's Left of MeHere I standWhat's Left of Me by TheDividedHeart
Broken and Wasted
Watching the day turn to night
And thinking to myself
What could I have done?
Was my choice the right one?
What should I do?
I don't know, but I doubt I could do anything regardless
I am silenced.
Is this what you wanted?
I don't know what's left of me
But it's rightly yours to keep.
Not yetYou cant go. Not yet...I still have everything in that broken drawer in my dresser.Not yet by zookieloli
You cant leave. Not yet...I still remember your breath on my neck. I still remember the warmth I felt in your arms. I still remember you.
You can't say goodbye. Not yet...I'm still in love with you. I'm still sad when your not around. I'm still just stupid me.
You can't hang up. Not yet...I don't want to never hear your voice again. I cant not hear it in the back of my head.
You can't say you don't know. Not anymore...because I'm not over you...Not yet.
I need.::I need::.I need by twilightbakura
I need a little of hope
I need of you
I need your smile and your face
I'm dead without you
and I'm looking for some hope
see the twinkle in your eyes
to steal their lives also