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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 Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.

Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.

Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.

The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.

The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.

Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.

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

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

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

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.

With the Princess in her Glass CastleIn a snowball
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
paved with
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
not hers,
but mine.
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.

The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.

Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.

Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.

Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.

I Might Need YouI think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.

It wasn't a fair fight.

If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
"You're mine."

And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.

But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possi

We are loveOur hearts beat as one when we kiss
And I am forever embedded in your dimension.
Your lips that collide passionately yet gently with mine,
Sweeter than any honey in existence,
Makes me as fragile as a new born.
As you pull me into your intoxicating grasp,
A sense of passion overwhelms me.
A passion so strong and unbreakable,
It makes me disillusioned with the most absurd fancies.
You need not speak your love in words.
It is loudly spoken in your sweet and tender caresses.
You bury deep inside me.
Deeper than anyone but you could ever go.
I cannot help but be in awe of your undeniable tenderness and how it moves me so.
Come and let us escape this world together.
Come and show me more of you
For I cannot seem to get enough.
And the more I get of you the more I want you.
Fulfill this passion! Fulfill our love!
Take me away and hide me in your never ending abyss of love.
We will reside there forever.
We were made for one another.
We are one.
We are love.

If Earth Ceases to TurnWhen hell freezes and heaven burns,
When mountains tumble and Earth ceases to turn,
Where will you stand?

When the oceans rise and wind roars,
When the walls tumble and each breath is war,
What will you do?

When madness descends and chaos reigns,
When the plight of man cannot remain,
How will you leave?

When the ground rolls and splits underfoot,
The forests and cities burn, covered with soot,
Will you run?

When screams can be heard under the falling sky
And the whole world looks out from dead-man’s eyes,
Who will you be?

Somewhere in ScandinaviaShe stands barefoot on broken glass
and precious stones,
wearing white cotton
with crumpled cuffs and collar.

Unbuttoned at the neck
and the leg,
her shirt billows with the wind,
making shapes of her silhouette
that exaggerates the size of the space
between her thighs.

Under a conifer tree
in a forest-full of them,
she feels the frost on bare breasts,
and in the black tangled length of her hair.

Her vast dark eyes are sunken
and stare in one direction.
She swore she saw a man there
standing in the freezing wind
that turns her pink lips pale.

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

Summers Lost god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.

"ask anything."

static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.

the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.

shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.

and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."

swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.

sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:

"where have you been?"

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Is like living in hyperdrive.
Accelerating across the air,
Without a worry or a care:
It's an exhilaration of emotions.

Racing in supersonic to survive,
Is just as reckless in hyperdrive.
Flying high so free,
Knowing all is good as can be:
It's an addiction of amiability.

Peace-TrapTo be trapped in perpetual peace,
Is a wonderful thing to say the least.
To hear no sound,
To see no sight,
To be free: all year round.

To be locked in perfect peace,
Is a blissful moment of rare release.
To be with no one,
To breathe no evil,
To be happy: all alone.

To be caged in pure peace,
Is like containing a raging beast.
To repress the mind,
To suppress the heart,
To be depressed: all in a bind.

Eternity May Never ReturnSome things can never come back,
From that vacant void of memory,
Shrouded in it's silhouette of black.
Those days you lost in time,
Was surely never your greatest crime.

Some things may never be the same,
To your internal eye of remembrance,
Cloaked in that shadow with no name.
Those nights you slept in pain,
Was purely forever your mind going insane.

Some things will never really wait,
In that colossal codex of infinity,
Blinded by your brilliant trait.
Those seconds when you died,
Was meaningless if it was all denied.

System FailureWhat will you do,
When your system fails you?
When you have nowhere left to run,
And nothing left to hang on to?
Do you understand what is to come?

What will you do,
When it all falls apart around you?
When everything collapses in turn,
And every haven is but a ruin.
Have you given up all you ever owned?

What will you do,
When the fear and terror kicks in?
When the horror inside starts to burn,
And when there is bitterness to learn.
Do you yet realise what you have become?

In RetrospectI'd rather you hate me,
Than let yourself see,
This mockery of make-believe.
Do you think I conceal,
What I hope not to reveal?

I'd rather you forget me,
Than let this mystery be,
Of this I really would relieve.
Do you think I dare,
Or even considered to care?

I'd rather you lost me,
Than let it all be free,
From all that you perceive.
Do you think I lied,
As it all withered and died?

Midas TouchEverything I seem to touch,
Begins to show cold cracks,
Even though I know as much.
That it was new; as such,
To my knowledge: Am I a curse?

Everyone I seem to embrace,
Runs away to hide from me,
As though I have a frightening face.
And now after all I know no place,
To feel as calm: Am I an omen?

Everybody I seem to like,
Says goodbye and leaves forever,
But really they mean take a hike.
Yet it's all just a pointless strike,
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Hey Zombie!by ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Wrote this for a bit of fun. Been a while since I just wrote something for the sheer heck of it. Took a dark subject and gave it a light-twist. Though didn't help my friend's kitten was eyeing up my meal as I was typing this out a few minutes back. Greedy little bugger hahaha.

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*falconess22 Mar 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Awesomeness

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~Bemari Dec 22, 2012

Funny poem.

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=dawn181 Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is so fun and cute! The imagery is wonderful and the flow is easy and natural. I love it so it much!

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~NemoX7 Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. Been a while since someone called one of my poems 'cute'.

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=dawn181 Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome

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~WegraNG Dec 22, 2012

You should make this into a music video!

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~SillyKelly Dec 21, 2012

hahaha i like it! i also heard it as a song in my head :D i like it in all its simplicity, and it's also very fitting for today's supposed "end of the world" :p nice job on putting a new spin on zombies!

_{and wow lol, the person above could have at least offered some constructive criticism to perhaps help you improve? haha. but we all have opinions i suppose. haha take care!}

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~NemoX7 Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. Glad you got the simplicity of it. Which was my aim. Too many descriptive words and overblown imagery would have stagnated the poem somewhat. Strange that it could be a song, maybe I'm not just getting it hahaha.

Indeed, constructive criticism is more favourable than just saying you "hate" something. Opinions are all well good, but some opinions are best left to one's self at times.

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~SillyKelly Dec 21, 2012

yeah, you're right, keeping it simple was the best way to go imo, and i think it worked well. :) but hahaha, i dunno why either, maybe it's the rhyme scheme? it makes it easy to sing along to!

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