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Secretaries Of HistorySpeak up you sacred secretaries of history,
You who muddle yourself with minds of mystery.
Does your wisdom leak in those words of war?
Failing in your pitiful perceptions aspired by peace,
When all of your fates falter on a scarlet signal of a star.

Speak up you sacred secretaries of history,
You who cloud yourself with consciences of conspiracy.
Does your sanity rest upon scriptures of sorrow?
Yielding in your helpless hesitations blinded by happiness,
When all of your doomed deeds tremble in times of tomorrow.

Sick MachineIf you could cut deep into my bearable blood,
Would you see it as a circuitry of veins,
Madly manifesting itself across blackened bones?
But I won't forget when it rains all the pain,
Salivating from scarlet sides of that knife of wood.

If you could slash hard into my subtle skin,
Would you know it to be a mimicry of silicon,
Insanely invigorating itself over mildewed muscles?
But I won't forget when it snows all the blows,
Impacting from emerald edges of that dagger of sin.

If you could claw slowly into my pitiable plastic,
Would you find it more than a secrecy of nerves,
Wildly wasting itself under obliterated organs?
But I won

Ready To IgniteMy 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.

Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.

It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.

Creative OverloadCrying out for that creative overload,
To energise me as I travel down that dusty road,
I know not where I'm going or the direction home.
Verses rage deep within my veins,
As I begin to write these words that keep me sane.

Cruising along to that creative overload,
To empower me as I journey along till I grow old,
I know now where I've been still death has yet to come.
Rhymes pulse hard around my bones,
As I end this poem in my little world all alone.

PetrichorBreath deep that perfume of petrichor,
As you wander lost into a wild woodland,
Where sprites shall sing and take your hand.
Lead you they will to another realm of lore,
Stealing your sanity to be safe nevermore.

Inhale hungrily that perfume of petrichor,
As you perambulate down into a perilous place,
Where demons do dance and claw your face.
Hunt you they will until your body is sore,
Decreeing your destiny to be dead forevermore.

Exhale loose that perfume of petrichor,
As you run away into a restless river,
Where mermaids may mime and drown your liver.
Spite you they will before isolating your core,
Avenging your acuity to be

Danger RoadI'm a lonely wanderer,
Strolling down the danger road.
I fear this forlorn heart of mine,
Is like a ticking bomb about to explode,
And then I fall before that setting horizon.

I'm a destitute traveller,
Dying on the side of danger road.
I know this insanity mind I abide,
Is like a supernova giant that will implode,
But I forget about the pain inside.

I'm a dreaming lover,
Sleeping on the danger road.
I hear those raging wheels drawing fast,
To whisk me away to my new abode:
Days I knew could never last

White LightStars shatter into dust and echoes of light,
And for a second: everything in that ether is quiet.
I wish I was there to witness such a splendid sight,
Where once only the blackest of dark voids resided,
Wakes a cacophony of clarity from it's internal riot.

space shivers from ice and flares of light,
And for a second: everywhere in that emptiness is still.
I hope one day that I could touch it with daring delight,
While only to have my eyes of raw ignorance blinded,
Partakes a symphony of sobriety from it's external will.

The SirenShe's a siren of the airwaves,
And I love it when she misbehaves.
Burning air I lust after her elegance,
Breathing in all her melodies lasciviously,
Pursuing her blindly over currents of crimson chance.

But every single time she cries my name,
I don't know if to her it's all just a game.
Weeping tears only for me,
Wailing along the air seductively,
Drowning me softly in glades with gruesome glee.

She's a siren turning me into ash,
Yet her love like tempestuous waves crash.
Sitting down next to me,
Singing down my ear promiscuously,
Killing me gently upon shores of sombre seas.

The Fear of FuryI am a creature of the cold,
Petrified of how far my rage,
Will take me: if I deem it bold,
To write this fear upon a page,
So rocky is my road on which I age.

I am a beast of the brawl,
Frightened by the depths my fury,
Will take me: yet this is never all,
To witness my perdition into penury,
So embarrassed is my ego that I crawl.

I am a monster of the moon,
Debilitated by the influence my power,
Will take me: but the end is soon,
Under the storm of a rainless shower,
My weakness so wild will blossom as a boon.

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.

Chorus
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.

Verse II
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

AnastasiaAnastasia

Whispers of moonlight in the winter chill
Lights like a thousand rings
Do you not hear the cries of death so shrill?
In darkness it gently sings

A bond of a filial love
Fallen grasp to deaths strife
Prayers do not reach the above....
For it is the end of all life

On the wind cross the sea
Hear this song and remember...
Soon you'll be home with me
Once upon a December

Promises of forever
Such laments of the forlorn
We can never be together
Darkness has been born

A man who preached lies
He deceived us all
The breaking of all ties
His unrelenting gall

He sold his soul to darkness
Bound by a light of death
Engulfe

I just need your loveLet me speak out loud
Let me show you the words inside of me
Let me tell you how I feel
I know it was wrong
I made a mistake
It didn't last for long

I just need a moment of your time
I don't need your advice
I don't need you to order me
Or shout at me
I just need your love

Let me tell you
What really happened
Let me make it clear for you
It didn't mean a thing
It wasn't even a fling
I just fell and he caught me

I just need your love

I just need a moment of your time
I don't need your advice
I don't need you to order me
Or shout at me
I just need your love

So tell me
Will you give it to me
Will you share your love with

Something SimpleIs this real to you or me,
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
1,2,3?
Where will we be on the edges of eternity,
What eager eyes will strike us down?

To call this cacophony of celebration,
A life worth living in inept ignorance;
What more could mortality need to thrive?
See those sands of the darkest dunes of devastation,
Where heralds of horror afflict acts of annihilation.

Is this real to you or me,
Is it as easy as saying something simple as:
A,b,c?
Where will we be in those lies of lucidity,
What loyal lips will raise us up?

To call this symphony of suffocation,
A death purely dying in insane idiocy;
What more co

Wipe Away That SmirkHey you staring with that smirk,
Don't you know what has been agreed?
That all of us here have decreed,
In scriptures of solemnity and sincerity,
That you are just one step away from being a jerk.

Hey you suffocating us in that stare,
Don't you know what you really are?
That all of us here will go that far,
To forums of fatality and frailty,
That being around you is just too much to bear.

Hey you smiling without any sin,
Don't you know what we actually think?
That all of us here are at the brink,
By bridges of banality and brevity,
That you are just an idiot who will never win.

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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.
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Seven Sins 7: Pride (The Tower)Behold the brilliance of the monument we built,
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It rises as high as the heaven's lonely peak.
Fear the facades so imperial in flames cruel,
Before human hearts know the sincerity they seek.

They sent it straight up to scratch the skies,
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Though no reason, thought or voice,
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The Lost Generation

by ~NemoX7, Jul 11, 2012, 4:20:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Is 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 Lost Generationby ~NemoX7

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Inspired by the increasing amount of young people now unemployed and struggling to find work.

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Honestly, I feel the same way you're feeling right now.

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