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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
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,
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.
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
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the idea
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
Charade (or Dysfunctional Love)Something old, something new,
Just give me one perfect devious answer,
Or do I have to weed out of you a clue?
You say you adore me, but it feels like cancer,
To perform this childish charade every disaster.
Close shut the door and wave goodbye,
Look through echoes of grimy glass in regret,
To see a forlorn face but you don't know why?
Where times spent in trust you can never forget,
From chords of a pitiful piano that sing then cry.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Just give me one good honest reason,
Why I should give a damn about you?
You say you love me, but it feels like treason,
To play this churlish charade every seaso
Medicated MeltdownLike a suffocating safety blanket,
pulled over my head and tucked in at the sides.
Thinking, thoughts, blistering thoughts...
They torture and drowned me,
creep up and stab me.
I want you,
I need you,
I call your name, even.
But, I don't want you,
don't want your cold heart,
your cold breath on my neck.
I don't understand,
are they tears or blood?
Are they memories of this life,
or a past life?
What can I do,
with a hollow shell of a body?
A hollow, lifeless mind,
filled with traps and pain?
Air..need air, squashed inside.
Dead and suffocating on life.
Lifeless and never ending.
Noble Chivalry"Noble Chivalry"
I see her aesthetic reflection in every mirror
With the passing days the closer the attraction grows nearer
And yet with every word and every kindly letter
I always believe she deserves so much better
Why is there an attraction to the mess that is me?
Perhaps there are waters that run deeper than I can see
I resemble a fine-tuned piano without the keys
Or maybe a rusted violin without the strings
And while I always appear to be shredding at the seams
None of this matters in her mind apparently
I resemble a beautifully wrapped gift without the bow
Or perhaps a kiss between lovers without the mistletoe
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
The EndThe end
Digging the grave of the short story that is your life
Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.
In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,
That soiled memory of a character you once were.
And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,
Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,
You float through the vast harmony of Earth,
That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,
Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.
But do not despair, fool,
For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,
Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,
That same path you were once led into,
Water Bomb"Water Bomb"
Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a
EmilieEmilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and waits for her time to come
Until her loneliness stops
She waits and waits, full of false hope
That someone will come take her home
But when all the other dolls have been bought
She wonders why she's still alone
She spends her time thinking about
Her imaginary faults
Assuming that she's ugly because
Why else has she not been sold?
And to this day, she's wanted to say
Why am I the only doll that's still here?
She's fed up of loneliness, fed up of waiting
For something she once had that disappeared
Emilie sits upon the shelf
A pretty doll in a shop
She sits and wai
Meaning In Tragedy"Meaning In Tragedy"
The bells are ringing by the old broken-down church
The crowd starts to assemble as the casket is in suspension
Nestled above the bells is a nest where hidden crows perch
The crows start to tremble for even they can feel the tension
The flicker of my cigar burns out as I throw it on the pavement
Walking into the church aside a crowd so depressed
My cigar rolls onto a stone slab of another soul's engravement
The crows have flown away for they have left their nest
And the body in the casket the priest has just blessed
And one by one the guests offer their best blessings
Into an eternal slumber this body will n
Contest: FrustrationVerse I
Hear me screaming as I'm bleeding,
Seeping crimson from the corners of a white ceiling.
There's no skin or substance to my bones,
When here I lie with tears falling all alone,
But you just stand by with a stare of stone.
I don't want to see you no more,
I don't want you around anymore,
I don't want to look at you no longer.
Just to see you once more this time,
Only makes my hatred for you stronger.
See me writhing as I'm dying,
Leaking scarlet from the sounds of a black sighing.
There's no meat or meaning to my nerves,
When here I cry with eyes drowning in love,
But you just vandalise me with a voice o
Journey To Hell Part VIIIWhere am I? What is this?
All I want, all I can do:
Is to scream and scream.
Am I meant to be angered so,
Forever trapped in this destructive dream.
Am I still on the road to hell?
If so how? Where is this?
Do I just stop and then yell?
This rush of fury in me is rich,
As I wander around in this infinite circle.
My sight is blinded by blood,
As I try to ascertain my monstrous mood,
Is this place making me rage?
It think it must be causing an effect,
As I feel like a prisoner in a cage.
Please someone let me out!
I can't stand it any longer!
Hear me roar. Hear me shout.
I just wish I was a bit stronger,
As my spirit begins
Journey To Hell Part VIIDeeper and deeper into this labyrinth,
I lose myself: more and more.
Amidst the trees I see a star,
A sight of life not seen here before.
I decide to go to that sentient soul.
In a clearing I find myself,
And there is the spirit from afar.
I know, but do not know,
What am I in this woodland core?
Speak does he with a voice so foul.
I do not share what I own,
So you think you can just steal?
I do not know how to reply,
But I feel the greed in it I feel.
And now the atmosphere begins to cool.
Where are your possessions?
With calm voice I do question.
Everywhere but also nowhere,
The spirit does retort with vehemence.
Journey To Hell Part VIInto a realm of bleak black,
I find myself surrounded by groans,
Emanating from wretches on their backs.
What is this place of such barren waste?
And why the most monstrous of moans?
Quick am I to understand,
Of what this diseased place to be,
As I feel the grasp of a deformed hand.
A grimace of such eager gluttony,
In their lidless eyes I see.
Indulgence leaves them all alone,
And I am sick of their flesh,
Where there is only fat: no bone.
As I wander further in,
To a ground covered in death.
Is it that scent of sanguine sin,
That I sense before my way,
As I trip over that mass of skin.
Stumbling forward I hear a wail,
Journey To Hell Part VAcross the river roaring with pain,
I find my feet back on earth again.
Looking around I see statues of gold,
Busts of figures of immense stature,
With blank faces of emotions so cold.
I continue to walk with open gaze,
At all the sounds and sights that do amaze.
Behind me I think I hear them talk,
On plinths of marble encrusted with jewels,
As they try to speak through lips of chalk.
Who is this man whom we despise?
Those cowards curse and criticise.
I stop and turn my forlorn face,
I am no man you wish to know,
Because I was rejected by grace.
Hark, look at that foolish flower,
Did he lack that charm of power?
I hear them r
Journey To Hell Part IVOn this river red of rage,
I sit in my boat so blue,
And then what do my ageing eyes engage?
But the sight of a loner leering at me,
Failing to cross this scarlet sea.
Standing up with elemental ease,
I steer my craft towards this figure,
And then I ask him a question: as I please.
Why are you here, and why do you linger?
No answer. How rude is he to ignore.
As ancient wood collides with barren soil,
I stare out to this loner with my eyes,
To await an answer from this mortal coil.
With deep breath the man lets out many sighs,
And I hear his story amongst his childish cries.
I listen with the patience of a priest,
Then I ask hi
Journey To Hell Part IIII wandered far to a guarded gate,
Carved in the rock, I read:
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
And such a monstrosity of life did await,
With its heinous heads of sleeping breath.
I knew not of the legend of this beast,
Lazing by this cavernous void,
How petrified I was to see such a sight.
With empty eyes it awoke and then began to feast,
On that quarry of flesh and bones at its paws.
In fear I did stand and watch,
As this creature drank it's fill of blood,
But how could I pass this abhorrence?
Then like the lighting of a match,
I knew that my path was easy to clear.
Though like an angel singing from the black,
I noticed a
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
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