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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 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

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

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

Songbirds"Songbirds"

In the summer I grow rather fond

Of watching the swans hover over sea

And often wonder what it would be

Like if they could be like me.

Rather, I wonder if I could grow wings

And soar above the stores and malls

Gliding between buildings

And downtown city hall.

To be like a bird

To have such freedom

Does that sound absurd

To fly towards a kingdom?

I'd fly south for the winter

Avoiding the cold in the city

Because snow stings like splinters

Leaving marks not very pretty.

I'd leave colors in the sky

And into the burning sun

But not before I die

Or not to be outdone

I'd perform circles in the air

Spreading my wing

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

A is for Analytical, C is for crazy.Fluid candelight hollows the bruises under his eyes,
carves his face into shadows and highlights.
He sits, steady and quiet, and listens.
They whisper and laugh and sigh,
chatter like mockingbirds.
(He believes it's all code. They whisper his secrets and laugh at him.
They mock him, those mockingbirds.
His head says he's too smart to fall for friendship.)
No one's quite sure why he wont trust,
a wire loose in his brain, they say.

A thinker, she is, with faded phrases and calculations.
She is wrapped around a train of thought
that twists and mutilates until it is no longer recognizable.
Recreation of her thoughts are futile,
she

Forgotten DreamsI'm so tired
eyes nearly closed
soon to be sealed tightly for dreams to be exposed

Can you see it?
the way they drop like wilting flowers
the lids gently caressing
coaxing my mind into sleep
by cutting off the world

I want to sleep so badly
it is just out of reach
due to the constant thoughts running me in circles
through my head

What of tomorrow
or the next day
am I ready to face everything

Or will my non-existent world come crashing down
shattering into what used to be

Letting the cold seep into my bones
surrounding me with lost memories
and forgotten truths

But my eyes are still drooping
unable to heed the warnings of

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

TearsFeel the rain dripping on your face
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken

Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds

The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears

SeptemberI don't know why,
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,

I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,

Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,

Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years togeth

It's Coming...It's coming...
That day when you want to forget and stop breathing.
When you want to cling to a rock in the middle of the ocean,
and maybe...
Slip down under the waves for a second
and try...
Just try to catch a mouthful of salty air.

You want to leave it all behind,
the day everything actually started to crumble.
When you lost him,
and lost her
or the illusion of what she was.
The illusion of what he was supposed to be,
and could no longer support the crayon facade.

When you lost faith in god,
lost the true full smiles
and began to fill up with ashes,
ashes of the dead.
Ashes filling your mouth and throat,
choking you of

All Hallow's EveShut up and drive,
On hell's highway,
Nothing will survive.
By darkest day,
Or blackest night.

All hallow's eve will they come,
Craving blood from a crimson womb,
Where hate is just a natural home.
They spawn in seas under the town,
Rising up to claim that which they own.

Shut up and drive,
On hell's highway,
Nothing will survive.
By darkest day,
Or blackest night.

All hallow's eve will they haunt,
Siphoning blood with a scarlet taunt,
Where fear is just a ritual flaunt.
They live in lands past the city,
Fading by to maim that which they pity.

Shut up and drive,
On hell's highway,
Nothing will survive.
By darkest day,

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.

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Talking To The WallsHere I am again,
Talking to a brick wall.
Will anyone hear my call?
The silence is driving me insane,
And now it's starting to rain.

Here I am again,
Writing down random lines.
Can anyone see the warning signs?
The words I scrawl seem sane,
But really they are full of pain.

Here I am again,
Thinking of all the regret.
Will I ever really forget?
The musings are honestly my bane,
Yet what else is there to gain?

The Loner By The WavesI do not care what came before,
Even if my life was written down,
In dust-strewn books of lore.
I'd rather forget all the times,
I'd perambulate along that snowy shore.

I do not care about the way to go,
Even if the future is prophesied,
By ancient prophets long forgotten so.
I'd rather see a place in peace,
Than one where the river does not flow.

I do not care how well you live,
Even if I have nothing substantial,
To truly understand or to survive.
I'd rather be a ruffian in rags,
Not a lost soul wandering in an ocean.

So Far GoneOh I am so far gone,
Because there is nothing here for me;
Anymore, anymore, anymore.
I don't now what I've done,
And passing strangers hear my plea.

Oh I am so far gone,
Because I left behind a better life;
Forevermore, forevermore, forevermore.
But I'm now stuck all alone,
As I struggle to cope with my strife.

Oh I am so far gone,
Because I ignored all the signs;
Evermore, evermore, evermore.
Yet I'd rather be no one,
And live on those bleak border lines.

60 Seconds of LifeI've got sixty seconds left to live,
And I ain't got nothing more;
No hate nor love to give.
I don't know what's worse:
The emptiness or the relief.

I've got sixty seconds left to live,
And I know this is my fate;
Even if I do deceive.
How could it have come to this?
The beginning of the end.

I've got sixty seconds left to live,
And it is tormenting me;
From the pain of all the lies they weave.
All this dishonesty I have suffered:
The hurt of those who attack.

I've got sixty seconds left to live,
And I've no reason to carry on;
Bring me a meaning to survive.
Turn off those flaming lights:
The darkness fades into white.

Phobic DemonicIt's time to vacate,
I've had enough of this hate.
Demons stand outside and wait,
Because here I sit in fear and hide,
I listen to their howls coming near.

It's time to vacate,
I wish to move on before it's too late.
Demons gather around my front gate,
I see them pry with visages so overrate,
I watch them prowl as I start to cry.

It's time to vacate,
I don't want this to be my fate.
Demons have a hunger to satiate,
But I won't fall to their bloody bait,
I ignore their scowls as I walk past them all.

In The AbyssIn this abyss of darkness I dwell,
And to me it's worse than living hell.
Pursued by pictures of the past,
I'm haunted by the hate I harbour,
For memories that will forever last.

In this abyss of darkness I reside,
Though I won't run and I won't hide.
Disturbed by distractions of the day,
I'm forlorn by the future I fear,
But wisdom is a virtue they say.

In this abyss of darkness I live,
It's a place only I can survive.
Subjugated by souls of sadness,
I'm restricted by the regret I relay,
On thoughts of foolish madness.

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Paradigm Of The Lost Divine

by ~NemoX7, Oct 12, 2012, 4:59:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Take 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 laughter,
The velocity while this verse I slaughter,
Where no beast would believe his wrath.
But who am I to state what is rock or sand?
Solitude is the sign where hell is found.

Take my stressful body to a wilder strife,
So I can feel the mildest souls shiver,
In that baptismal fire called life.
To burn in a flame so riotous and rife,
Is the luckiest lie anyone could deliver.

For I have embraced no last emperor,
The longevity after this lose I despair,
Where no monster would mourn his breath.
But who am I to herald what is love or hate?
Ignorance is the idol in hell who will wait.

Paradigm Of The Lost Divineby ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

New poem I wrote. Basically 'paradigm' is a fancy name for puzzle. So it's about how infinite the universe is, how everything within it is puzzling.

Critique by ~LuvThemHungerGames Oct 17, 2012, 8:27:57 PM

Thanks for inviting me to critique yet another one of your poems

I apologize about the lack of great timing on getting back to you... hectic life plus over 30 critique requests = slow response. But I always promise to get to everyone's poems

I must say that this poem was powerful and tastefully executed. Th diction was very improved upon, and the metaphors found within the poem (which is another big metaphor) where ingenious. Your lines within the stanzas created the reader to pause and reflect upon what they just read.

I absolutely loved your alliteration and consanace you contained within your poem. It can be rather cumbersome to have alliteration/consance within a poem and still have it flow nicely, and your ideas connect.

There is only one improvement I would suggest, it is the use of a topic that is more easily grasped for the readers. However, this is more of a tale or warning so it is much more difficult to tie in such content with this that readrs can connect with.

All in all it was a decent poem, However, the impact wasn't quiet as strong as your first poem that I critiqued. Dwell on that a little yes?

Thanks again! Keep on writting

May the odds be ever in your favor.
-LuvThemHungerGames

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Critique by ~crazy-poet808 Oct 13, 2012, 1:46:33 AM

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This is an interesting piece. the words, the vocabulary and syntax are unique and not commonly used. Due to your author's note of having the theme the puzzles of the universe, you did a good job incorporating the bewilderment into your piece. Though because of the incorporation, it was slightly confusing to read. Since it was a bit hard to read, it took away from the impact it had. I don't necessarily have any suggestions seeing as how this is what you were possibly aiming for, so I can't say much. Though what I can say is that the way you formatted the poem was intriguing. I haven't seen stanza rhymes like these. This depicts the puzzling nature of the universe well, good job.

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~tanksmallcape Oct 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very powerful words. I admire poets like you very much.

~starell Oct 12, 2012

Really lovely poem! The word choice is fantastic and I love the questions you pose!

*CarmineDevian Oct 12, 2012 Student Writer

Im fairly impressed, that was a really interesting one

*valleigh Oct 12, 2012 Student Writer

This is aw some like all of your work. Never give up

~NemoX7 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Don't think I'll ever give up. My mind won't let me. I literally have 25 poems ready to be written out. I have 12 separate poems based on each of the Zodiac signs, a poem based on vampires, another on the story of The Minotaur and The Sotry of Icarus (the boy who flew too close to the sun) and many more. So yeah, expect more soon.

*valleigh Oct 12, 2012 Student Writer

very good then, I have to write daily or i would go crazy. I can't wait to see all of your new work, you have a very good mind

~NemoX7 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I write when the mood takes me. Sometimes I only write one a day, sometimes 5 or even 10 on another. Some would probably call me crazy for the amount I've written but it's purely for my own entertainment and I try and write a broad range of themes. I find it helps me relax and unwind.

*valleigh Oct 12, 2012 Student Writer

I hardly ever go a day without writing. Some days I write 20 a day you never know with me. I write when I'm upset or if I'm mad. I love to write about what I think and feel, it's a very good thing.

~NemoX7 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

In my early days of writing I would write about 20 a day. One time I wrote 30 in a day. But I realised after writing 15 or more the poems began to become slightly cliched and well dull. I try and write something that's new and different from what others have done before. And the possible fact writing and uploading 25 poems on a blackberry is tedious compared to using an actual computer. Still I've noticed I've started to write more lenthier poems than my standard three stanza affairs. Poems are like puzzles to me. All I need is a few lines that have a catch to them and then I find a way to connect them to relay my story/opinion/theme.

~ChanelleRenee Oct 12, 2012 Writer

Your word choice is amazing. Your wrote this every nicely. I love the flow of the poem.

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