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You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
The Lost WarriorYou took me away, far to distant land
On a journey together, with sword in hand
Little you knew what I left behind
And no clue I had of what we would find

Together we roamed, over plains wet of dew
Seen plains of ice, and dense forests through
For months we travelled, swift and true
If what was about to happen, we only knew

Looming on the road, endless under our feet
Something dark appeared, our fate to meet
I tripped and fell, slowed down on track
But you just kept going, not looking back

Mist came rolling in, and out of sight you went
I did not fully realise what trouble this meant
In lands I did not know, I was left alone
No
DreamsDreams

Chaste and swift is the tremendous desire,
Echoing in the vast spheres of your mind.
Mementos of pure agony and pleasure,
Giving the perfect exultation to your destination.

Run

Raising your hands at the confusion of a crowd,
Cursing at emptiness and fear, shelter of destruction.
Banishing the bearers of shadows
Growing, like the roots towards its beloved river.

Your tale

The land of sinful saints and sharp surrenders,
Giving life to the wonder of a delicious existence,
The price that will forever be yours,
The oasis of a long lost castaway.

Changes

As you make amend of what you left behind,
As the pain of the race vani
Listen to the muttering of a dead heart~Lets just forget about each other
Lets walk separate paths down the road
If we go different ways we'll be better
And we won't have to act so icy cold

I'm starting to get used to
Being alone at night
I'm starting to get used to
Our difference in height

I don't really know your thoughts
I only know half of mine
But I like to pull away
And you don't seem to mind

Can I just keep my mouth shut though?
Can I keep going the way I am
With my head going through the clouds
And your feet firmly planted on land

I'm ready for an artificial life
And I'm ready for you to choose for yourself
I can't tell you to your face
But at least I am honest with mys
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boy
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
Letter to a TigerAmur Tiger, wild majesty,
Savage beast of the northern frost,
Dweller of Siberian ice,
Of woodlands blanketed with snow,
A hunter in the deepest of night,
My weakness is as clear to you
As the cold to a naked man.
There is no mask that I could wear
That would hide my face from your sight
Or shield my pain from your knowledge.
Each ounce of strength you display,
Whether in the midst of the hunt
Or defending your dominion,
Makes the sting of my helplessness
Ever more baneful to my heart.
As I watch your stripes vanish
Into the Siberian night
All that lingers in this cold place
Is the weakness yet to behealed
And the envy I feel for you.
Bittersweet Symphony.You marveled at the perfection of your reflection, even though it was cast on broken glass. Idolize your impeccable shadows, for they are now fleeting. How proudly you boast of your acrimonious sins.

'I can change, I can change,' you begged.

You wrapped the sheets of your self-adoration around your bare shoulders, even though they were torn. Warm yourself with those covers, for they are evanescing. How dearly you hold the proof of your hamartias.

'I can change, I can change,' you begged.

You lay in a bed of weathered narcissism, even though it had been ruinate. Sleep while you can, my child, for your dreams will be turned into nightmares.
Necessary StrifeSmash the windows,
Lock the doors,
Steal away in the basement,
And lose yourself in the madness.

Order is corruption,
Chaos is purity,
Follow me, follow me,
I'll bring you totality.

Twisty topsy turny corridors,
Black hallways and bloody boots,
Down we go, into chaos, into purity,
Leave your old life behind!

Under the Watchful Eye,
Wander alone in darkness,
Become one with insanity,
And enjoy your liberation.

Trials are required,
Sell your soul and pay the fucking toll,
Fame is a side effect,
Hell is your reward.

Was it all worth it?
Are you happy now?
Have I satisfied you,
My lovely doll?
London as MythThe serpent is Janus-faced a thousand fold,
With a Medusa’s head of many mouths
And a body coiled, spliced and cold
That combs the metal undergrowth;

A metropolis from stone and steel,
That reaches ‘round the monoliths
Made out of sweat and blood of will,
Tapering sword-edges breaking rifts

Among the reefs of called-up spirits,
With the ferocity to throw down hail,
Or to rise up the phoenix who whips
A gentle heat from wings and tail.
Cardinal GuideCardinal guide of my North
on your wings I'm carried forth
high above, through grace and love
there to know the angel dove
a prism of light
a doorway to Christ
golden oil from a seed
gradually I come to know
what each symbol means to me
a tattered nest from the wind
the loss of two eggs below
though my faith is shaken
steady still it grows
as Nature then creates again
her power there to see
'tis mother dove upon a limb
with two hungry mouths to feed

Cardinal guide of my North
on your wings I'm carried forth
across the ocean's tide we glide
ever in sight of Eagle's eye
mindful of each step I take
and by the choices that I
PrisonnierAprès avoir rêvé de toi sans cesse,
J'ai pris conscience de ma détresse,
Ma vie manque de notre ivresse,
Je t'aime et je t'attends,
Dans Mon palais d'éther,
Aux confins de l'hiver,
Enfermé dans cette prison d'argent,
J'attendrai, j'attendrai,
Que tu vienne m'en libérer,
Pour à nouveau m'envoler,
Vers le monde des songes,
M'échappant de ce cauchemars qui me ronge.
Loving YouSometimes it's like waking up from a dead sleep,
hazy eyed and thoughtless,
but there is something... something,
tickling the edges of my memory.
Just the outline - blurred and incomplete.
And just when I reach for it

it's gone.

But still, it brings
a smile to my lips.

And sometimes,
it's like streamlining energy,
and feeling exhilerated,
as every nerve ending
  alights
and   tingles.
Like joy
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Lost Love (Original)I thought that you were my gift from above
I gave you my heart and now it is torn
Thats when i knew what we had wasnt love
You went and hurt me, our lost love i mourn

How could someone do a thing so unjust
And you were the one that i loved the most
Now i know you were the wrong one to trust
Your love, gone, like the whisper of a ghost

I thought we would always be together
Our love was strong but our love didnt last
I thought what we had would last forever
Used to love you, but thats all in the past

Now i see through you as if you were glass
Now i'm just waiting for these feelings to pass
When Darkness seems to fallHow did this happen?

Darkness started to engulf my room
All the light disapearing into dusk
I let the horrors of my mind bloom
Shadows watching me as they shifted

The dark was still, the night was young
The lights were too far away from reach
I didn't know what could be done
Everything just faded into black

No stars to keep me company now
Red and grey clouds hiding them away
This was a time where there was no sound
No distractions to keep me occupied

What hurts the most is that I was alone
There was no people around to help
I just wanted to go home
Into someones eyes, someones arms

I can bear with the darkness for awhile
All
A lookJust one look,
A silent glare,
Gave me chills,
I do not dare,
To turn and run,
Flee this place,
Your reprisal,
I can't face.
Eyes burn deep,
Into my soul,
See the fear,
Blackened hole,
Which into fell,
My resolve,
Gone forever,
My will dissolved.
You tower over,
Broad and tall,
Giant like,
For I am small,
I won't fight,
I won't cry,
Bite my lip,
Close my eyes.
To another world,
My mind flies,
Of happy times,
Memories belie,
For any hope,
To rid this pain,
Of more abuse,
But its here again.
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Mind WipeMy mind went blank,
And like a ship in a maelstrom:
My heart sank.
Because I forgot what I know,
Even though my expression dare not show.

My mind went blank,
And like a prisoner on the seas:
I walked the plank.
Why could I not remember,
Something I could do in December?
Surrealistic Minded ManiaIn my mind's maze,
I see dazzling doors of rippling rooms:
Waiting to be touched,
Waiting to be unlocked,
Yet they blur in the haze.

In my mind's mirror,
I see incredible images of intoxicating ink:
Waiting to be believed,
Waiting to be anticipated,
Alas they fade as they shiver.

In my mind's monotony,
I see startling shapes of fantastical figures:
Waiting to be analysed,
Waiting to be criticised,
But where dreams the lonely?
PerfectionClearly no one is wrong,
And I admit I'm never right.
Even if I sing a song,
You'd try as you might,
To tell me it's too long.

If this be perfection,
It would not take me,
Long to show idiotic imperfection.
Lines of lyrics are all I see,
And I hear voices of sombre vexation.

Academic I definitely am not.
For studying is a craft,
I know I have forgot.
Maybe I feel slightly daft,
When all my rhymes seem to rot.
Death of Two SensesLike a bullet in the head,
I wish that I was dead.
To be six feet underground,
Hearing not my heart,
Nothing but that silent sound.

Like a knife in the back,
I fall into the black.
Where once was light,
Now I see no more,
In darkness: I have no sight.
Lost FaithI have lost faith in everyone,
And now I'll walk this path,
Just by myself: alone.
I'll stand back and watch
As people stare and laugh.

I have lost trust in everyone,
And you don't want to know why,
Because I'm just: no one.
I'll be ignored as I smile,
While folks wish I would die.

I have lost respect in everyone,
And nothing will change that belief,
As I carry in me: a heart of stone.
I'll pass by strangers on the street,
But I'll just stare down at my feet.
Journey To HellPart I:Suicide
This is a tale,
Of a journey to hell.
Where angels will fall,
And demons just yell,
Of a mortal who could only fail.

See that mourning mortal up above,
Who is so madly but,
So sadly in love.
Pain swirls in his grim gut,
As she turns and walks out.

See that miserable mortal in tears,
Who waited and waited,
For so many of his tragic years.
Was he meant to have been hated,
Even when he knew nothing of her fears.

See that meek mortal with a gun,
Who's so forlorn with woe,
That he's drained off all the fun.
Hear his bleak blood flow,
As he shoots. Bang! And falls down.

Now that fool is dead,
With a blunt bulle

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Took me longer to write this than my last one. My aim in this was mainly to describe a story loosely without reusing words a second time. I believe I may write a sequel in the future.
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~KikuMizu 1 day ago
Rarely do I enjoy story poetry. When I do, I read it completely. I like the way you built the relationship and the torture.
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~Hanachi-Shitsukki Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I absolutely love the repetitive structure of this poem, tho I must say it is kinda long, and that might make it a bit boring for some readers. I think the story is extremely interesting, but that a sequel might break the ole' tale feeling a bit. Definitely inspiring! ♥
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~AdeliseEclair Jan 1, 2013

I like the contrast between the two figures, both are very different yet it is with such difference that they come together.
A beautiful piece indeed :)
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Mood: Affection ~Oriole-of-Silver Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
this is lovely!
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~Axlazu Dec 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely loved it, however in stanza four; you rhyme grasp with grasp...kind of stretches the word a little thin but that's just picking at little things.

All in all, completely wonderful read; nicely done.
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~NemoX7 Dec 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Grasp? Hmm, simple error, first rhyming word was meant to be gasp. I'll change it soon as I'm able. Thanks btw.
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~unusedEmotion Dec 29, 2012  Student Writer
:)
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