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The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the

Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.

For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.

Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.

For I have listened to past laught

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

Rewind/Restart/ReviveWhen all else fails but tears of fear,
When your love is equal to loathing,
And your hatred just keeps on growing.
Making you forever and forever blind,
Let the raindrops take you and rewind.

When all else dies but stares of despair,
When your care is equal to crying,
And your reason just keeps on lying.
Destroying your sadder and sadder heart,
Let the resonance break you and restart.

When all else burns but pores of boredom,
When your hope is equal to howling,
And your liberty just keeps on scowling.
Trusting you'll never and never survive,
Let the righteous kiss you and revive.

AgonyTurquoise flickers in bathroom silver
Janie, are you hiding behind my eyelids?
because I can see you in the mirror
lost in nostalgia and imaginary echoes

There is a rhythm in my irises
Janie, are you listening?

Ceramic and oceans are cold in the summer
Janie, is this the new ice age era?
because I can feel five blades against my throat
sending shivers down my spine

There is a pattern in my flesh
Janie, are you watching?

The Me You Tried To CreateWhy do you constantly compare?
I can't be exchanged
For another you prefer
Trying to meet your expectations
Isn't worth it anymore
This silence is louder than my screaming
I'm ready to be heard
I'm done pretending

Somewhere along the way
I lost the me you tried to create
This tiny spark of fight in me
Was more than you could take
The defeat in your eyes
Was the push that was needed
For this fire to ignite
Time to break free and find me
Take control of my life

What happened to moving on
I wanted to take steps forward
But you were already too far gone
Pointing out my flaws
Like they weren't already starring me down
You

Calm Before the StormKeep your ears open.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Do you see the stampede
penetrating the field?

It's coming for you
and for all you hold dear.
But just look through its walls-
Do you not see fear?

I hear the wind howl.
It rustles the leaves.
It sways the brittle branches
on the half-barren trees.

The enemy is coming forward.
I'm afraid it can see
my future, my whole life,
and all that's inside of me.

Just light a match
if the power goes out.
You will survive this,
I haven't a doubt.

I wish you good luck,
for I must leave now.
I swear I'll return,
I solemnly vow.

The night is all black.
the lights have gone dead.
I'm lighting a match..
See?

Shh. (Extension II)Shh, to hear the silent scream
of the girl you used to be.

Don't blink; she'll flash before your eyes.
To let her escape would not be wise.

She's a monster, built of tears and pain.
She'll rip at your soul till no joy remains.

She's out of control, a tangled mess,
Screaming for sorrow, for pain, distress.

It's imperative to keep her locked in cage,
Sealed with your agony, your accumulated rage.

Remember: she'll hurt them, too,
the ones who mean so much to you.

For however you choose to lock her away,
She will demand of you what you cannot pay.

Shock WavesFaces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the citie

The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.

At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.

At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he

The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.

Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.

What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
An

EmptinessFeeling empty...
Feeling cut off from everything else...
There's those times when
You just have to stand up,
Walk away, and be alone...

The little feeling
That something's missing.
The tug of loneliness
Pulling on the chain
Of the collar I'm wearing.

The shackles of dread
And despair keeping me
From running away...
The handcuffs of fear
Stopping me from fighting back.

There's nothing left to do
But to stand off
In the distance...
Staring blankly ahead
At the moving faces.

This empty shell doesn't
Feel pain...
It doesn't feel happiness...
But I know one thing...
This soul does.

I wish...
I wish...
I wish for someone

Something SimpleIs this real to you or me,
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
1,2,3?
Where will we be on the edges of eternity,
What eager eyes will strike us down?

To call this cacophony of celebration,
A life worth living in inept ignorance;
What more could mortality need to thrive?
See those sands of the darkest dunes of devastation,
Where heralds of horror afflict acts of annihilation.

Is this real to you or me,
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
A,b,c?
Where will we be in those lies of lucidity,
What loyal lips will raise us up?

To call this symphony of suffocation,
A death purely dying in insane idiocy;
What more co

The BulliedThe Bullied.

He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.

He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.

The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.

Eventually he tried tal

Apocalpyse ChildStanding 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 wiel

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PerfectionClearly no one is wrong,
And I admit I'm never right.
Even if I sing a song,
You'd try as you might,
To tell me it's too long.

If this be perfection,
It would not take me,
Long to show idiotic imperfection.
Lines of lyrics are all I see,
And I hear voices of sombre vexation.

Academic I definitely am not.
For studying is a craft,
I know I have forgot.
Maybe I feel slightly daft,
When all my rhymes seem to rot.

Death of Two SensesLike a bullet in the head,
I wish that I was dead.
To be six feet underground,
Hearing not my heart,
Nothing but that silent sound.

Like a knife in the back,
I fall into the black.
Where once was light,
Now I see no more,
In darkness: I have no sight.

Lost FaithI have lost faith in everyone,
And now I'll walk this path,
Just by myself: alone.
I'll stand back and watch
As people stare and laugh.

I have lost trust in everyone,
And you don't want to know why,
Because I'm just: no one.
I'll be ignored as I smile,
While folks wish I would die.

I have lost respect in everyone,
And nothing will change that belief,
As I carry in me: a heart of stone.
I'll pass by strangers on the street,
But I'll just stare down at my feet.

Journey To HellPart I:Suicide
This is a tale,
Of a journey to hell.
Where angels will fall,
And demons just yell,
Of a mortal who could only fail.

See that mourning mortal up above,
Who is so madly but,
So sadly in love.
Pain swirls in his grim gut,
As she turns and walks out.

See that miserable mortal in tears,
Who waited and waited,
For so many of his tragic years.
Was he meant to have been hated,
Even when he knew nothing of her fears.

See that meek mortal with a gun,
Who's so forlorn with woe,
That he's drained off all the fun.
Hear his bleak blood flow,
As he shoots. Bang! And falls down.

Now that fool is dead,
With a blunt bulle

Journey To Hell Part XVIDare you defy my will,
Says he so twisted and vile.
Begone! You vermin of your race.
I offered you a chance of power,
But you threw it back in my face.

I do not think to hide or run,
As this carapace of a cave,
Starts to crack then crumble.
I did not come here to be a slave,
Says I to the villain acting humble.

How stupid you are mortal,
How foolish is your speech,
Says he with a calculated chortle.
Be quiet you treacherous leech,
Says I who starts to turn and fly.

Was it a fraction of my fate,
To be blinded by such a divinely flash?
As I see that charmer full of hate,
Turn into a demon dripping with ash,
And then from up

Journey To Hell Part XVIf I might speak so bold,
I find your offer selfish,
And I know what you say is cold.
I won't accept your wicked wish,
For I walk my own path.

I need no help from anyone,
Especially from the likes of you,
With voice of ice and eyes of stone.
You have only made me see anew,
What horrors can be afflicted.

I refuse with all my soul,
I do not want to know,
Of your desires so foul.
Only war and death did you show,
So sick am I at such sights.

I did not ask to come here,
For me to be enthralled,
All this time my mind has been clear.
No puppet have you controlled,
But a man of corruptible curiosity.

Know that I was guided by love

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Beauty

by ~NemoX7, Oct 14, 2012, 3:54:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Beauty 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.

Beautyby ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

A poem about how sometimes beauty isn't perfect. Some people who are beautiful (in an old traditional sort of sense) can be cruel and lack the actual knowledge of kindness. But nothing is black and white as people are ambigous. No one is born bad or good, ugly or beautiful. That's why I've tried to leave a sort of ambiguity to beauty.

Critique by ~MaddenedHatter Oct 14, 2012, 8:10:48 PM

I'm never very good at these, but the vocabulary and the description in this piece is absolutely stunning. "Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair, Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder." This, I think, is the line that made me fall in love. It grips you and drags you into the story, into the protagonist's eyes and you feel what he feels. "Beauty flew up to that sinister sky, Her lips were dark with mad desire." We can all relate to this type of beauty as artists, I think, because it is that dark, unattainable force we always fear to grasp because we know if we do we will be burned. The author describes the woman in this way that evokes memories of lovers past from me that I should certainly have avoided like the plague.

The rhyme scheme itself is also beautiful. I often prefer free verse because I find rhyme schemes tired and often forced when they are not applied properly, but it flows in a way that is fixed and poetic yet still highly evocative and powerful, yet not overpowering the whole piece.

Poetry is often difficult (at least, for me) because the themes of poetry are often fixed on only a few general ideas that are later expanded on - dark emotions, romance, nature, and negative life experience. The things that evoke the most powerful feelings from us. NemoX7 takes these themes and twists them not necessarily in a new light, but in a beautiful perspective that puts an old technique into a gorgeous form and sets the reader on fire with passion.

All together, "Beauty" is a terribly marvellous poem that speaks entirely for itself.

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~tommyboywood Apr 25, 2013 Professional Writer

very nice

~ChildoftheBeat Nov 22, 2012

This is beautiful, lyrical and terrible

I love the juxtaposition of tepid eyes / eyes with wild thunder, it is one or the other and yet both, too... The other lines I love the critiquer has already picked up - the imagery in this is highly effective.

And yes, I know exactly the type of woman you mean - I usually run a mile, I really don't need this sort of person in my life, although I can see the temptation could be strong

The only criticism is with the flow in two places (or two lines to be exact, the rest flows well):

"And then she turned and started to cry."

maybe:

'And then she turned, started to cry' ?

The second is with:

"Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire."

I guess it's the last three words that niggle for me, the line needs one less word /syllable - am struggling to see how to fix it though - Maybe:

'Nor one so vile, she scars my aura with fire'

I realise it changes the sense somewhat, so maybe not...

Or maybe just add a comma:

'Nor one so vile, as she scars my aura in fire.'

I think that works well, but these things are subjective

Lastly, likewise, I think two lines are a little long, and could do with being broken up with a comma to improve the flow (I'm writing the versions below with the comma in already):

'Nor one of care, as she snaps my heart asunder."

and

'Nor one in clue, as she saves me from my pain.'

Other than that, I would not change one word, add or remove anything, it's beautiful as it is