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Isolated In SilenceLet that scarlet sound,
Take you away,
To enjoy life another day.
Drum beats reverberate all around,
As your feelings of sorrow start to sway.

Let that noire noise,
Turn you off,
To hear life through cloth.
Cymbal clashes echo like a voice,
As your thoughts of worry weaken your worth.

Let that sapphire silence,
Twist your arm,
To view life without violence.
Nothing speaks but your inner charm,
As your dreams of simple sin makes no sense.

Dear Mr. RealityDear 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?

Death SongTake heed and witness,
Devastation and annihilation,
Of our darkest dreams drowning in sickness.
You know it isn't just a chaotic commotion,
When desires are constructs of diabolical devotion.

But you will suffer as one,
Caught in a twisted trap all alone,
With your soul set in stone.
Watch as you burn your heart,
And listen as you tear your flesh apart!

Take heed and witness,
Suffering and damning,
In our ethereal eyes echoing in blackness.
You know it isn't just a manic mourning,
When dreams are martyrs of passive pleading.

But you will suffer as one,
Caught in a twisted trap all alone,
With your soul set in stone,
Taste t

The Devil's GraveyardInto the devil's graveyard I tread,
With a heart aching with dread.
Never before has man set foot on such sinful soil,
Than here in this place I call an infernal abode,
Where I must suffer under torment and toil.

Into the devil's graveyard I breathe,
With a soul drowning with grief.
Forever may man be cursed with virtuous veins,
So that here I might crumble into dust,
And all hope dies as my life drains.

Into the devil's graveyard I wonder,
With a mind pulsing with thunder.
Ever has man slept in such a hellish home,
But here and now I rest with such weary tears,
Whilst my nightmares are free to roam.

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?

The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?

Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?

Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?

The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.

You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.

Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.

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.

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

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?

The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.

Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.

Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.

Dead And GoneWhen I am dead and gone,
And you feel the whole world,
Has decided to leave you alone.
Remember the reasons to wake,
Because I'll be there to hold your hand.

When I am no longer here,
And you start to well up with woe,
Don't sit there with a lonely tear.
Hang onto happiness for my sake,
Because I'll always stand by your side.

When I am not in your sight,
And you hear whispers fade to white,
Just look up and you'll see my light.
Know this apparition I cannot fake,
Because you desired me in your dreams.

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?

A Thing Called LoveWhat is this thing they call love?
In an eternity of elegant emotion,
I've yet to decipher this one devotion.
Is it me that fails to understand,
How such a fiery feeling can freeze this land?

Some things are too good to be true,
Why the gentile grass is green
And the serene sky is always blue.
Love is a remedy that might have been,
A suitable cure to a depressive disease.

What is this thing they call love?
I am an idiot of insane impulse,
To realise this is something I can't repulse.
Is it me that truly lacks wisdom,
Why such a humble heart can hear no pulse?

Some things are never quite the same,
When the wailing wind and the

BlameWas I so stupid,
That I couldn't see,
Your lies through my misery?
I knew it was all not to be,
So now I forget those hours of history.

Was I so wrong,
That I wouldn't believe,
Your honesty through my stress?
You fail in your effort to deceive,
So now I stay behind to mend this mess.

Was I so gullible,
That I failed to grasp,
Your deception through my despair?
Compassion we could never clasp,
So now I realise the truth: we could not care.

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So keep your chin up,
Climb out of that hole.
For you don't need these rhymes,
To tell you everything will be fine.

We all feel like dying sometimes,
Don't give into despair,
Forget that the world is unfair.
Because your aura is sublime,
Even it seems crass reading these lines.

We all wish to hide in good times,
Even if we wear a mask,
Misery will find you fast.
Life is a wall everyone must climb,
But don't think it's the same as mine.

EchoesHere am I bruised and blue,
With nothing else for me to do,
But wallow in self-righteous pity.
Soulful screams echo throughout,
Steeples and roofs of a clustered city.

Here am I shattered and shaken,
And my head feels like it will cave in,
Yet the pain is such adrenaline rush.
Cowardly cries echo all around,
Cryptic strangers and faces of those who hush.

Here am I neglected and numb,
Following silhouettes with a face so glum,
However I'm afraid of drowning sand.
Wilting whispers echo in silence,
Whistling to death before angels offer a hand.

Buried AliveIn the deep I am alive,
Suffocating on sodden soil,
Just to suffer and survive.
It's a private hell in which I reside,
Dying in this torment and turmoil.

In the deep I am alive,
Expiring in embryonic earth,
Just to wretch and revive.
Stagnant air is all I breathe inside,
Trying to weep is not much worth

Am I The One That's Crazy?Is this misery mocking me?
Am I too choked from sadness?
That those fingers pointing at me,
Is driving me into a mood of madness;
Am I too blind from bitterness to really see?

Is this insanity imitating me?
Am I too sick from crying?
That all I know around me,
Is collapsing into a despair of dying;
Am I too tired from trying to just be?

Is this hatred hunting me?
Am I too weak from death?
That there must be madman like me,
Who screams out blisters of breath;
Am I too grim from grief that all I do is flee?

Psychotic HypnoticShe's a psychotic hypnotic,
Bringing me down to her knees.
Breaking me apart,
And scattering my aching heart;
In the bowels of those sorrowful seas.

She's a psychotic hypnotic,
Daring me to stab her twice.
Drowning me in hate,
Her power I must satiate;
As she watches me with her eyes of ice.

She's a psychotic hypnotic,
Torturing me in for her twisted sake.
Tearing my flesh from bone,
Another corpse to be left alone;
Like the darkest of dreams: I awake.

Before ChaosBack in the day,
When everything was merry and gay.
You could only see the light,
Blocking out that looming darkness,
And you knew it was going to be alright.

Back in the day,
When people danced and kids did play.
You could just remember it now,
Seeing all those faces; all smiling no less,
Ask yourself why did it go wrong somehow?

Back in the day,
When you didn't have to hope or pray.
You could be happy alone,
In perfect harmony no preacher could bless,
After all you hid a heart of stone.

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by ~NemoX7, Feb 10, 2012, 12:29:17 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

My 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.

Ready To Igniteby ~NemoX7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Inspired by my chest feeling as though it was on fire. Got a stabbing pain in my heart as well. Doesn't help I'm on a downer.

Critique by ~Twilights-Rest Jun 26, 2012, 10:30:55 AM

I like the poem and the feeling you've put behind it. It really captures a moment in time. The imagery has a sort of primality to it, especially with the ubiquitous connections humans have to fire. I like the lines "But I will carry on with bitter grace, Knowing my ashes may leave no trace." I find it really speaks to the feeling on being on the verge of exploding. Great connection.

The criticism I can offer, is just occasionally the rhyme scheme could be refined to make it flow better. With a more solid beat structure, and a couple adjusted the words, the poem would be totally fluid, and roll off the page a little more smoothly.

All in all, I think the poem is great, aside from the few technical issues that could be fixed. The imagery, and connection to the base elements and being on the precipice of something monumental, are all fantastic, and I look forward to seeing more deviations : )

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~Manigran Jun 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Powerful.

~Mariachuu Jun 26, 2012 Student Writer

Very good. I like the rhyme scheme, it suits the poem will.
Try to keep the rhythm consistent throughout - swapping or removing or adding in words can be a good short-cut to consistency.
The imagery is fantastic, and the theme is prominent throughout. It never goes off topic which allows the reader to understand and relate to what's happening.
Very well done.

~mindfreakmagic13 Jun 26, 2012 Student General Artist

Okay let someone with actual EMOTIONS critique you! *ahem* This was such a beautiful poem, the imagery was vivid, and the context was easily relatable. This sounds like a poem I would write but you did it a million times better! ^_^ You are an exemplary artist indeed!

*TheOneFallenAngel Jun 26, 2012 Writer

Man, Your Work Is So Bautiful, And Your Vocabulary Is Vivid, Like Ten Times Bigger Than Mine! I Love Your Work, And Want To See More!

~Krypson Jun 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It does not do to dwell on the past...and forget to live...

Sorry that you feel out of sorts, but life is a journey of many obstacles; and although some obstacles are more difficult to overcome than others, what lies beyond has always been worth the toil.