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Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.

My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.

My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?

Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?

Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
October RainUpon sombre shores of sorrow,
I'll bide my time and wait,
For that onslaught of old October rain.
Those twilight tears wash away,
All my misery and all my pain,

Along bitter beaches of banality,
I'll forget my wants and needs,
For that oblivion of opaque October rain.
Spits of sadness turn sand into clay,
As my mood falls apart in vain.

In weary waters of worry,
I'll endure my death and fate,
For that oscillation I call October rain.
In that sweet shower I fail to say,
How could it have returned again?
When Push Comes To ShoveWhen push comes to shove,
I know times will get tough.
Hell I don't need an angel from above,
To recite rhymes of reality,
And to say that life is going to be rough.

When push comes to shove,
I stand on such fragile ground.
Oh I wish I could fly away like a dove,
To soar silently in sobriety,
And never hear my death in that sound.

When push comes to shove,
I realise that the task is up to me.
But I cannot do this alone my love,
To pursue this poison called poetry,
And forever may I lack eyes with which to see.
Birds Of RuinIn those final hours of June,
I trespass into fields of silver and gold,
Listening to birds singing a dismal tune.
Noire crows muse up high as I wander so cold,
To hear a morbid lullaby sailing through the air.

In those final hours of June,
I meander up streams of ruby and sapphire,
Watching birds dance to a song called ruin.
Sable ravens endure on oaken limbs burning in fire,
So fate is a sorrowful death with which they share.

In those final hours of June,
I lie upon sands of iron and steel,
Feeding those birds who will sing to me soon.
Ebony sparrows condemn me to a dead-man's meal,
If they be black omens: is heralds of dying
Ex Nihilo (Out Of Nothing)Out of the shadows of nothing,
Sirens sing sweet songs of serenity,
In a ring under the remorseless rain,
Of those dawning tears of twilight,
Heralding the end of everything.

There's nothing here for me,
And all these scars scare me,
Eyes of eternity ensnare me.
Taking apart the skin of my suffocating soul,
For all my failings of fury are foul.

There's nothing here for me,
Though all my plain plagues me,
Seizures of sorrow saves me.
Playing with the hell in my healing heart,
Then all my despair of death will depart.

There's nothing here for me,
When all those things torment me,
Cries of confusion cement me.
Containing in the
DisillusionmentI need direction in my life,
To rid myself of all these sufferings of strife.
Too long have I been roaming in a ring,
With eyes so erudite; but yet I know nothing,
That could open a door onto a new destiny.

I need direction in my life,
So I can harvest those rewards that are rife.
Too long have I been waiting on the wire,
With idiotic inspiration; but I'm dancing in fire,
Will I realise my potential to purge my past?

I need direction in my life,
Instead of counting those notches on my knife.
Too long have I been worrying upon the wind,
With confused conscience; but I fear I'm too blind,
Even if my path is hellish I still hunger
The Colours Of The WorldThe colours of the world,
So bright and beautiful to behold.
Numerous nations all joined in joy,
Who wears summer smiles that warm up the cold,
Never faltering in their faith they deploy.

The colours of the world,
So dramatic and delightful to desire.
Poetic people all caroused in cheer,
Who devote spring spirit that lights up the fire,
Forever caring in their courage and fear.

The colours of the world,
So elegant and ebullient to enchant.
Countless countries all hinged in happiness,
Who shine autumn auras that wakes up the planet,
Ever forgetting in their ferocity of sadness.

The colours of the world,
So idyllic and incredibl
Beast In MeThere's a feral beast inside of me,
Sleeping softly under my skin.
Oh how I wish I could be free,
To suffocate in my spirit of sorrow,
On horrendous horizons of a tormented tomorrow.

There's a wild beast inside of me,
Burrowing blindly through my bones.
Oh how I wish you could see,
To maim that monstrosity of my mind,
Under torturous thunder upon a waxing wind.

There's a vile beast inside of me,
Flaying furiously away my flesh.
Oh how I wish I could plea,
To placate that prince of parasitic persuasion,
By demonic devices with a face of fascination.
MiseryOn that pitiful plain of misery,
I'm a sorrowful soul drowning in depression.
Can't you see what I see?
Those tormentful tides of a serenading sea,
Washing like sheets of silk over me.

On that platonic plain of misery,
I'm a morbid mind suffocating in sorrow.
Can't you feel what I feel?
Those whimsical winds of a bitter breeze,
Blowing like leaves of love over me.

On that peaceful plain of misery,
I'm an inferior individual lying in lethargy.
Can't you hear what I hear?
Those calamitous clouds of a silhouette sky,
Haunting like songs of silence over me.
Mask Of The 666You see only the pain that feeds,
Off the mania and the misery inside of me.
Is it my flesh you feel?
Well it's about time I set the record straight,
Just hope you don't faint!

You see only the anger that siphons,
Away the bliss and the beauty that's never free.
Is it my skin you scratch?
It ain't no mistake that I hide this innocence,
Damn it's not meant to make sense!

You see only the fury that corrupts,
Through the disease and the disgust nobody can see.
Is it my expression you envy?
Pretend you understand the meaning behind the mask,
Why should you bother to even ask?
OccupiedI could find someone
that looked just like
her, but this is not
about heartbreak
so we will keep that
thought quiet
as I am convinced
it should be.

But I have spent the
past ten minutes
kissing a silvered mirror
and leaning down
to dribble sweet nothings
into the bathroom sink;
my hands gripped the head
of the faucet, hot water
dripping in streams down my arms
so my shirt clings longingly
to my chest.

The handle twitches
and shakes, but I am locked
for the moment.

Now, I have fixed my hair
and left quietly,
so someone else will have to
wash my spit off the glass
and perhaps the walls.
Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.

It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
A Bad PersonAm I a bad person,
Just because you don't like me?
I can't help the way I am,
Nor do I need this grievance you see,
Though the friendship can never be born.

Am I a bad person,
Just because you hate my smile?
It's not a statement of self,
Honestly I find myself to be vile,
But you don't need to send me into oblivion.

Am I bad person,
Just because I act the way I like?
I'm sorry if I'm such a git,
I didn't mean to generate this psych,
Yet your judgement has passed and you've won.
Does An Android Dream?A second to me is like eternity,
And it's no air I breathe,
In this chaos circus of a crimson city.
For a fraction I believe,
That all devotion is glazed in piety.

A second to me is like eternity,
And it's no flesh I caress,
Under manic media they name me a monstrosity.
For a time I guess,
That all persuasion is bathed in sobriety.

A second to me is like eternity,
And it's no sight I endure,
On devilish deviants with such dark diversity.
For a blink I assure,
That all emotion is heralded in gaiety.
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Love EquilibriumThey say hate can kill,
But maybe love can as well?
If you were so enthralled with lust,
Would you hurt those,
Who turned your heart to dust?

They say hate does you no good,
But perhaps love never really could?
If you were touched by happiness,
Would you defend those,
Who showed you heaven no less?

They say hate will die,
But surely they know love can lie?
If you were haunted by fear,
Would you seek those,
Who helped you each and every year?
Invaders From AfarWhere were you?
When the flow of time,
Stood silent and still?
See these fearful faces in the crowd,
As they gasp out loud.

Were you there,
When they came from space?
As aerial armies of annihilation,
Spread fear and terror across the nation,
And subjugated the entire human race.

Where are you now?
When all they seek is devastation,
Hunting without any hesitation.
I hope you're well, my friend,
For these are my final words: the end.
Prison of EyesHere am I trapped,
In a prison full of evil eyes,
On fading faces of sinister spies.
In fear I hide my face,
But I cannot escape their ghostly gaze.

Here am I trapped,
With scarlet smiles in black.
Are they predators in a pack?
Should I run and hide,
Or will they hunt me far and wide?

Here am I trapped,
And soon I am sure to snap.
In this theatre of raging repression,
My words were of a killing kind,
As now they hunt me with visages so blind.
RestartI'm going round in circles,
Always ending up at the start.
I've seen this place too many times,
And it creates a hole in my heart,
As I know I'm back where I began.

I think this is a no-go road,
So I guess I must reverse to restart.
I've been in this situation before,
And I feel like I've been struck by a dart,
As I admit it happens again and again.

I don't know where to go,
Or whether I will reach my destination.
I mean I cannot win in this way,
And I am mocked for my procrastination,
As I set off down this labyrinthine lane.
Rarity In RhymeRarity is like a rose,
It's a secret to be found,
But it's always under your nose.
It may make no sound,
Nor can you see it: I suppose.

Rarity is like the rain,
It's hidden all the same,
As it comes down again and again.
It may have no name,
But finding it will drive you insane.

Rarity is like a rhyme,
It's somewhere between the lines,
Yet it'll vanish in the passage of time.
It may show no signs,
Just that spark it wields so sublime.
What Is A Poem?What is a poem?
I don't know to be fair,
And honestly I don't care.
Does the words need to rhyme?
To keep the beat in my mind on the line.

What is a poem?
It comes from the heart,
And it comes from the soul,
But is enlightenment the goal?
Or do the verses stand the test of time?

What is a poem?
It's difficult to find an answer,
To a question that seems simple.
Is it the structure or the course;
Of ponderous words spread out on a page?

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Dear Mr. Reality

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Dear Mr. Reality,
What have you done to me?
I am alone and everyone has died,
Was it more than words of weary woe,
Or silence that made them leave?

Dear Mr. Reality,
Where are you right now?
I am scared and everything has gone,
Was it only little things in turbulent times,
Or a catastrophe I did not know?

Dear Mr. Reality,
Why couldn't you just be dead?
I am upset and everywhere has vanished,
Was it just me screwing up social salutations,
Or mere fantasy of realism instead?
:iconnemox7:
Inspired in partiality by Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic.

This may be my last poem for a while. Well, depending if I get computer access at the library and the ability to upload what I write. (I have to copy by hand what I write onto the library computer, since they don't have the necessary computer word processing program that I use.)
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Mood: Joy !Onovika Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
Very good. I like the tone and how it talks, and the dramatic emotion. Very good. :D
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~ScarletFlowerXXX Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I love this!
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~NemoX7 Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah thanks, why do you love it?
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~ScarletFlowerXXX Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
It's deep and almost haunting. At least that's my opinion :d
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~WimpyBookworm101 Jun 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I like the idea you have behind it. Very interesting word choices and detailed to the point that it doesn't need anymore explaining than what is written here already. The emotions your words evict are plainly stated, something the reader can instantly pick up....as I said, very interesting (and great! i might add) word choice. :)
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~silvergabetha834 Jun 21, 2012  Professional General Artist
I really like this. The voice is sophisticated yet naive. The structure is awesome, each line with a relationship both to the lines above and below but also to the corresponding line in the stanza above or below it. I very much enjoyed it.


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~NemoX7 Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the technique I implemented in my poem. Much appreciated.
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~Tartansweet Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Innocent and superb, love it!
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~NemoX7 Jun 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks.
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~Tartansweet Jun 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. :D
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