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Execution"Execution"

For my first execution I had a fusion of thoughts

Circling wildly in my head like the thief who was caught

And rendered helpless like a cat locked in a cage

But I knew I'd be forced to turn the other page

I walked onto the firing range with robotic eyes

And a clear mind so that I could be blind

To what I was about to do to this criminal at hand

I'm just going along with my job description's plans

If it wasn't for him we wouldn't even be

In this situation but for now currently

I had to execute this felon for the crimes that he did

Or else he'd commit more in time God forbid

I gripped the gun's handle as tightly as I co

Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quivered
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die

Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists

ConfessionsMy throat is choking
Closing shut at the thought of these words
I'm choking on myself and I can't breathe

Although you're far away
I can still imagine you here
Where these words would choke me to silence

Tonight I'll use these fingertips
And send these thoughts intentionally
I'll rebuild what I've destroyed
I'll be better than I was before

CorvusCorvus:

Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below

Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...

One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate

It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near

-Chen Yu

Riotous ApocalypseWait can't you hear that minute sound,
Gushing up from the depths of a dank underground,
Would you silence the screams of the damned?
Merciless marauders crawling over cement ceilings,
Blackened blades wielded by faces lacking feelings.

Wait can't you see their vacant frown,
Rising up from the lows of a lonely town,
Would you break the bellows of the cursed?
Senseless soldiers marching over marble mountains,
Hardened hatchets shielded by roars quaking rains.

Wait can't you smell their lost pity,
Building up from the hell of a hatred city,
Would you torment the tears of the harmed?
Guiltless gladiators storming over stone streams,

Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.

Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.

Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity

The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.

Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.

She is intelligent, they say,
but sometimes,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.

Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.

She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return

What's Left To Do?Sometimes it is easier to walk away
Especially when filled with sorrow and pain
From innocent words spoken from the heart
unknown to one, it tears you apart

Running away may seem easier first
than facing the oncoming storm so dark
but you leave behind much more
than pain, you leave behind love, too

You don't understand how I feel
I tried so hard, but it seems in vain
A veil of love blinds who I used to love
So I'll leave for their happiness

And a veil of tears is blinding you
Why else don't you see me fighting, too?
I gave you words, within them my heart
Don't let in be in vain, it'd tear me apart

I can't stay here where I d

Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.

He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.

She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho

BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.

Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.

Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.

A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca

SilenceSilence.

A language that everyone speaks.
       But one that we are not able to hear.

A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
       Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.

There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
       An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.

People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
       A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.

A society where people judge others, as they sit back i

Shove Me"Shove Me"

A little bird often sings outside my window
Lonely as sin he made a nest above the snow
With his delicate singing I smile as wide as I can
Still it doesn't help me forget the terrible person I am
Songs so soft and pleasant to the ear
Songs that would wash away anyone's fears
Songs as beautiful as the evening rain
Songs that have hidden messages of peace contained
Yet vultures and crows feast on birds of his kind
Perhaps its fate our lives have intertwined
Because just when everything to this bird starts making sense
The eagles come and sweep away his self confidence
Yet a bird so strong still needs to learn to fly
F

Dance Floor"Dance Floor"

Truth be told I am scared to death

Of marriage and proposals but not because

I lack charisma to take away her breath

But my inability to handle applause

From hundreds of people in the church pews

But my excuse is even worse than that

I am probably one of the many who

Can not dance and that is a fact

This is something I always worried about

And the reason why I wanted to elope

But I knew if I told her she'd shout

And say I was being a silly dope

I could never admit this to my bride to be

So I did what any good boyfriend would do

I took dance lessons so she could see

And surprise her as I make my dancing debut

I s

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

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Apocalpyse Child

by ~NemoX7, Sep 18, 2012, 5:01:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Standing alone amongst ruins of rubble,
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear,
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight,
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.

Flames fly high over her raven crown without care,
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet.
But this is no angel that any army can defeat,
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound,
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.

Standing alone amongst wreckage of war,
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain,
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh,
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.

Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity,
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery.
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory,
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin,
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.

Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Haunts a little angel with bones bonding fast.
She talks by riddles of warning so primal and aghast,
And in her mind she locks her despair so dismal,
Whilst green grasses turn white to subdue rage.

Terror travels far beside her life horrid in hell,
Damning atrophied ambience inside her spirit.
But this is no angel that anger can ever visit,
She'll taunt time with tears of a petrified silence,
And she'll doom those who despair with her yell.

Apocalpyse Childby ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Inspired by the album artwork for "We Are The Fallen's" "Tear The World Down".

I imagined a post-apocalpytic world, where this little girl was walking through the dilapated ruins of a city at night. While a gunfight was happening. And that this girl was capable of surviving the crossfire since she was really something more than a child.

Extra Note: I've been made aware recently with this poem of "bad grammar". Unfortunately, there is no "bad grammar", only my own self-tyle of poetic licence which I used. Primarily because I've been wanting to think outside the box and break traditional conventions.

I will list a couple examples from the poem itself to clarify my reasoning behind their usage.

Stanza 1, Line 3: 'She wears a dress of shining...'

In this line I used 'of shining' to signify that her dress was white, but was so powerful it dazzled your eyes when you looked at it, giving the allusion of an angelic attire.

Stanza 3, Line 2: '...hands howling pain'

'Howling' is a word I used to put across a point that her hands were throbbing from pain, but I used 'howling' as though the pain was quite intense.

It was my intention for the poem to be like this, because if I wrote it any other way then it wouldn't live up to my own personal expectations.

Another point to clarify is I play around with words, and it's no mad or bad thing at times to step over a boundary and break the rules.

Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Feb 1, 2013, 9:29:12 PM

Poetic justice is due from michel-le-fou. I agree basically with the above criticism, but I do not feel that the rhythm or rhyme is weak, etc, as mentioned above. You did well with every aspect of stylistics, such as alliteration, rhyme, etc, as usual. I wondered whether he was familiar with your background or had collected your poetry before, as I have.

Your vision of a post-apocalyptic world borders with c=science fiction and decries your familiarity with the genre too. I find so much herein that is typically good with your style. You are becoming a grand master of the art, which bids me take off my topper to you.

What do you think?

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Critique by !Fly-gonz Sep 18, 2012, 7:22:35 PM

Let me start by saying that I like this poem a lot. It's powerful, visionary, and easily accessible by most readers. You've really painted a gory picture for the reader about how we will be condemned for our violent acts. I like the various contrast of light and dark, peace and violence, etc., as well as the analogies, and the powerful diction that you've put into this work. There is a lot of good stuff here and I like it very much.

However, I feel like you've limited yourself too much to the rhyme scheme and rhythmic pattern (I can see some iambic pentameter going on). You've really tried to use alliterations. Sometimes the alliterations have a nice effect, but in other cases, they make no sense at all. For example, how exactly does a hand "howl" or skin "stagnate"? In addition, some things don't make sense because you're trying to rhyme them. (for example, what does "pale by pity" even mean?) I'm also slightly worried about some grammar in places, but there's poetic license.

Overall, it's a great poem with a dark, but passionately conveyed message. I just recommend reading it over again to check if everything makes sense and is cohesive.

What do you think?

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~eternalobserver Mar 16, 2013

I'm sorry. I know it was a bit much. I didn't mean to make my comment look like a poem (or not-poem. Actually it's more like a short story) in response to a poem. But when I think about it, I just have to put this thought to words because of how moving it is! And when I say moving, I mean foreboding, but not so much that it makes me feel.......... Actually, I don't know how to describe this, but.......... You know what I'm trying to say, right? Anyway, those were my thoughts, and I just want to say how good it was, and that you are an excellent artist to have made something this good that it takes two full comments just to say it (My apologies DA (bows apologetically to other members) ) Congrats on a job well done!

~NemoX7 Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

That's fine. If you like this, you might like to have a look through some of my other works in my gallery. Folders are in chronological order so that viewers get a chance to see my progress as a poet. Another amazing thing is, I'm self-taught. Only started a year and a half ago. Before that I did not read, analysis, or write poetry.

~eternalobserver Mar 16, 2013

This is really good! I can almost imagine seeing the child as you described her! When I think about, I imagine seeing her standing in that battlefield as the fight is going on, bullets flying everywhere, but none coming anywhere within even an inch of her! She stands there under those dark clouds with only a thin veil of light illuminating her path while shutting out everything else as it goes on. Her shadow projected behind her takes the form, not of a child, but of a divine being whose very presence alone seems to render all conflict meanless. Her face showing innocence but her eyes showing a condescending indifference, she looks down on the fighting as it goes on, putting fear and regret into the hearts those who look into her gaze, even as they continue fighting! (shudders) Scary stuff!

~NemoX7 Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hmm, a very well thought out analysis I must say. Indeed you got the overall concept of the poem and what I was aiming for. However, what may surprise you more, is that when I wrote this, there was no plan behind it. I mainly started writing in my notepad on my blackberry, everything in the poem I wrote just came off the top of my head. It wasn't till I got mid-way that a theme started to emerge and so I went with it. I always try and do something original and well this must be my most original creation out of 800+ poems.

~InvaderZIB13 Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Once again,
you continue to amaze me!

~NemoX7 Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Indeed. I wrote this a few months back. One of my most popular poems. I reached 200 favourites in under a day. I was taken aback at the time, and I'm still flabbergasted at how many people liked what I had written.

~InvaderZIB13 Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, that was like my one poem 'Bully'.
In less than 24 hours, it had already received more than 600 favs.
(of course, I posted it on christmas eve, so that was probably why it got so many on that day.)
But still!
If you have the talent, you shouldnt be flabbergasted.
You should be grateful!
I mean, if its good, its good.
end of story.

~Tayla19 Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this was beautifully written. i love the fact that you have thought outside the box with the way that you have written this. the way that you have used words that have nothing to do with what it should mean and placed them so that they mean something different is amazing. well done