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Greetings! :wave: Since I'm not writing as much creatively these days nor really investing much interest in dA on this account or my EcholessZero one. I'd figured I'd pick out a handful of poetry I've written in the last few years. Seems fitting since mid July will be my fifth anniversary of my being a "poet/writer". ^^; If anyone wants a sequel to this here archive journal, then please let me know. :nod: 

Kill Snow White!Kill the Snow White!
Kill the Snow White!
Tear out her rosy heart,
Until nothing but,
Despair breaks her apart.
Her last agony,
Her final sacrimony.
What an organ of beauty,
Alas do I pierce it,
With this needle of sin,
Am I monster or plain evil,
Who cares?
Let the end of this fairytale...
Begin.
Bony gnarling talons;
Soaking in apple red,
Now Snow White is dead.
Such a pity,
What an obscenity;
She lies without a head.
Prince Charming? Where are you?
Snow White is dead,
Winter is over,
Maiden tears she has bled.
Her euphoria lush flesh,
Shrivels into a husk of blue.
Kill the Snow White!
Kill the Snow White!
Gouge out her cherry eyes,
Until nothing but,
Torment haunts her cries.
Her last ache,
Her final mistake.
What jewels of her youth,
Alas do I squeeze them,
With these fingers of hate,
Am I demon or plain evil,
Who cares?
Let the horror of her nightmare...
Awake.
Bony gnarling talons;
Soaking in apple red,
Now Snow White is dead.
Such a pity,
What an obscenity;
She lie

~Kill The Snow White (27/12/2013)

HopeWhat would you do,
When it's all over?
Would you stand up,
Straight as mountains old,
And shrug your shoulders?
It might be;
Your final end.
But would it be worse,
If you had waited?
How could you have known,
This was it?
Would you have just stood,
Back like rivers bold,
And watched it's demise?
Like pariah zealots above,
Gazing down from,
Black flower skies?
Why should you,
Have thought to reconsider?
Would you have just given up,
And let minute things,
Slip by and slide away?
Was it to be your own idiocy?
Or breath of ignorance,
Destroying the fragile dark,
From the mighty light;
This very day?

What was it that made you,
Stay here to breathe?
Was it that inky niggle in,
The chaos of your mind,
And that instinct within,
To just carry on and cope?
Most would declare that,
You are an angel,
But some say without
Courage: there is only hope.

~Hope (27/12/2011)

The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.

~The Girl In A Teardrop (24/12/2011)

AcquiescenceIt's hard to say,
What goes through my mind.
Voices dance, zip zapping,
Into broken walls of clay.
They never stop.
They never cease.

Even when I lay my head,
Down to catch release,
I feel them bite and gnaw.
Memories hurt,
When secrets rise up,
From red cascades of dirt.
But I'm not sorry,
For the man I have become.
I'm not sorry,
For what I will become.
I'm not sorry,
What more can you do?
That I haven't already,
Undone?
It's hard to know,
What cries within my heart.
Choices prance, tip tapping,
On fragile rocks of snow.
They never pass.
They never die.

Even before I wake instead,
Alone to dissect the lie,
I see them scratch and claw.
Emotions ache,
When regrets slip by,
Past white lips that quake.
But I'm not sorry,
For the man I have become.
I'm not sorry,
For what I will become.
I'm not sorry,
What more can you do?
That I haven't already,
Undone?
It's hard to care,
What tears before my soul.
Noises glance, rip rapping,
Upon shaky pools of

~Acquiescence (8/01/2014)

Thirteen Seconds To AnarchyI hear their screams.
Ambiguous drones left,
With synthetic fragments,
Of bitter sick dreams.
How could we turn to ash?
Minutiae of our souls,
Shattered into dust.
Battered into rust.

And we're left to rot,
Before all hopes crash.
Oh what excuse could be so vile?
A world corrupt and ignorant,
Nurtured with eyes so infantile?
Don't tell me your pain,
Don't tell me I'm the blame,
Don't tell me nothing,
Worthy of this shame again.
I fear their desires.
Ponderous tongues lost,
Upon digital resentments,
By rancid white pyres.
Why would we burn in sin?
Nebulae of their rules,
Corroded out of stone.
Eroded out of bone.

And we're lost to ink,
Until our ends begin.
Oh what excuse could be so vile?
A world corrupt and ignorant,
Nurtured with eyes so infantile?
Don't tell me your pain,
Don't tell me I'm the blame,
Don't tell me nothing,
Worthy of this shame again.
Thirteen seconds to anarchy,
Until there is no chance,
No escape from a plural fate.
Blind from destiny's glance,
Betray

~Thirteen Seconds To Anarchy (29/09/2013)

River Of SleepIn that waking meander,
Where the patronising coos
Of dawn wood-pigeons
Are silenced on ethereal mute.
I lie frozen in wakefulness;
Eyes crusted in exodus
Far from a wishful bliss -
Her Nereid kiss, who
Weaves me a river of sleep.

~River Of Sleep (13/11/2014)

Blood On The WallsCame home, lemon drops stung his eyes
Stormed up to his utopia
Came home, wailed goodbye - didn't even cry
"Son? What's wrong?"
Fingerless words, a Mother's tongue
Lost between nook and crannies
Where the walls whisper to each other
Silenced
Out rang his lamentation, a call for revenge
Reasons he knew not.
Came home, clown's grin stitched on lies
Brought out a shotgun
Father was not there
Father did not care.
Came home, wailed goodbye - didn't even cry
"Son? What's wrong?"
She didn't even cry, Mother bit her tongue
Arms raised, her head bowed
Silenced...
Came home, wailed goodbye - didn't even cry
Didn't even cry, just pulled the trigger
And whispered, " Nothing's wrong."
She didn't even cry
Caught by blinking scarlet blinking
Out to black.
Night crept hand in hand with time
And a candle's flame flickers
Into nothing while dismay bled walls
Whisper, "Son? What's wrong?"

~Blood On The Walls (30/08/2015)

The Lost SoldierThere's an angel crying next to me
I think its crazy, but
She's weeping silently, while I drink my tea,
But her lips crack like those on porcelain
And no matter what I do:
Summer blues turn silver glass into rain.
Oh, lord! An angel is crying next to me
And my heart is broken, drowning in her pain.
I don't need no thrills,
No urban frills,
To feel her warmth decay.
Oh can you not see her breath chills?
Behind muslin eyes she hides
Whatever forges her diamanté tears
Like snowdrop dew of yesterday.
There's an angel sobbing beside me,
I think she's insane, but
She's dying inside again, while I drink my tea,
Like another drop of sugar, her spirit dissolves
And no matter what I know:
Winter moon burns the stars who revolve.
Oh, lord! An angel is sobbing beside me
And I don't know what to do, please help me!
She is puzzle, a riddle, I can't solve.
She does not want my pity,
My masque eccentricity,
To see her intelligence waver.
Oh can you not feel her skin frigidity?
In silken breast sh

~The Lost Soldier (20/11/2014)

The HowlStrike the bell - iron-cast; elusive
In shadow'd twilight verse.
O'er slate and stricken smog,
Thunder bruises across the passive;
Lilac sky speckled with cotton
To herald the genesis of a curse.
And all a slumber; chasing the dark
Away.
And all are slumbering; waiting for
The day.

Lone he strides among moss graves.
The spire - the lonely witness
To the horror ripe like the harvest.
Afraid he is; flesh bubbles and veins
Implode to blossom a darkness.
Though the storm may
Parade his utter despair;
No longer stands there -
The scent of man.
For what is a man? But the reliquary
Of the beast.
For what is a beast? But an internal yell,
No least.

Horses whinny and tramp the mud
As disturb'd ravens screech.
'Twixt brick and broken bone,
Crimson irises hide within the flood;
Howl eye electrified under rain
Dousing that testimony of blood.
And all a slumber; riding the echo
Violet.
And all are slumbering; their dreams
So silent.

Feral he haunts across grave roads.
The spire

~The Howl (22/07/2014)

SicknessDear abomination so true,
Picking scabs like petals,
Off flesh flower burnt blue.
Does your conscience know,
Or will it ever yield a clue?
Forgive this frenzy of a fool,
Before pus oozes to oily flow.

There he sleeps, there he dwells,
Scarlet straight jacket fixation,
Gorging upon goblin ridden yells;
Bloody notes of nightly vexation.
Oh, what pitiful poison courses,
Through marble vortex framed mind,
Striking him south to seven hells.
Wait. Take a step back,
Shroud yourself in black.
Watch with wonder eyes,
See how he curses,
See how he cries.

There he dreams, there he stays,
Crimson coarse blanket fragility,
Feasting into fairy sodden days;
Moody woes by worldly gullibility.
Oh, what direful demon nurses,
Within halcyon cortex damned heart,
Electing him east to eccentric ways.
Wait. Walk a pace right,
Cloud yourself in white.
Listen with legacy grins,
Hear how he stutters,
Hear how he sins.

There he wakes, there he groans,
Magenta morose dulcet radiance,
Ingestin

~Sickness (20/08/2013)

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:bulletblack: Full-Time student in Electrical and Electronic Engineering
:bulletblack: Part-Time student on Japan during my free time
:bulletblack: July 2011 - First time I ever wrote poetry
:bulletblack: May 2006 - Month I left school
:bulletblack: August 2012 to October 2013 - Period when I was homeless
:bulletblack: March 2020 - The month I hit 30.

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:love: Thank you! :rose:
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Awwh, it's my pleasure my friend! :huggle: Glad to give all my points to you. :glomp:
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NemoX7 Featured By Owner May 1, 2016   Writer
:la: Btw have you read my wee Shakespearean soliloquy? :eager: Oh, and whaddabout the last two parts of "echoes"? :bucktooth:
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thanks for adding "The DeviantArt Writers Questionnaire 2015" to your collection :hug:
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