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A Still DawnI wake, womb-warm
In bed. My eyes flood the room.
The crack of the door blinds me.

A slipshod sprint of dressing
Morning shirts and burly boots
Cold coffee, a belly belch. Roots
Hold me to my chair. A blessing
Is said before I leave.

I look to the sight beyond the window sill.
The glum-grey morning stands so still
Still like a pool in a minefield.
Thoth of DeathThoth of Death

From death I come
This lie is not
To bring upon ye head
A simple Ravens Peak.

To douse the light
in ever splendid sight
before the view
of those askew

To guide thy hand
and enable it
fit and firm

From Thoth now descend
The ancient bird of memory
of legend its now spoke
upon the merry wheel

It Spoke

It doused the light
and in its darkness
did it crept

The sight unseen
The shadows gleam
To bring thy holy might
upon those wracked
with strife

A subtle message this
one Thoth bird
The oracle is nigh
for all it pine

The death we now seek
is of kindly dimmed
in light

A simple truce
we do now bring

“n’vr oust t
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?
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
  With opened ear and untamed eye
 Dreams that we shall toss and fling
  And float about towards the sky

 By luminous light of thought
  Day and night will awaken newly
 And become what you have sought
  To find your most distant Thule

 Never letting go of that which we cherish
  The spirit of innocence and truth
 Why without it, what would we but perish?
  In the darkness of lost youth
Mirror, mirror on the wallCome girl, come closer,
don't be scared.
Strike a pose,
try and look your best.

You can't believe this is who you are,
you look at me with disbelief.
I am so close, yet we seem apart.
I am so strong but you feel weak.

Then you pass me on your way to bed,
you carefully look me in the eye,
You remember all the tears we've shed,
Look at us, what have we become?

We run our fingers through our hair,
you're thinking about the future,
why it all seems so unfair
and why are they trying to hurt you.
you feel small,
but I stand tall.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
I'm QuietThey tell me to hush
And then yell
And when I'm around they push
Me through hell

I'm silent, I swear
Say a word I won't dare

I know it's my fault
You've told me, I know
Lock my words in a in a vault
Don't let emotion show

My mask may be cracking
But nobodies asking

So don't pretend
I've figured out the game
I really just want it to end
So I hang my head in shame

I know, I know
I won't show, I won't show

I promise to shut up
Just don't leave me again
To fend against monsters
Time over again

I know that I'm worthless
You've made it quiet clear
Just please don't leave me
The pain is too near

I don't care that you hurt
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.

Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.

Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fal
She Used To SmileShe had a certain twinkle in her eye, from what I can remember. Her hair shone gold, like her laughter, and we used to walk to school together. She'd find any excuse to smile.

She wasn't very sharp, but she tried her best at everything she ever did. She was determined to make her grades work, to get a good job, to complete a university degree.

I used to know her quite well, and in the winters we'd sit together by the heater in her living room. It would be grey outside and we would be clutching warm mugs of hope.

She taught me to play the organ. She couldn't remember a lot, but I was a keen listener, and she was willing to help. I like to r
You're the love of my LifeI never really knew you
you were just another friend of mine
someone that always cared about me
more then anybody else in this world

You were always there for me
and this is what has guide us
as we have grown so close together
Love has a different story to all

Fate has brought us together
and it has been said to all
that love is an amazing feeling
and it has always been right

You have made it to my heart
a place where nobody could ever reach
You told me I had a purpose to live
and that purpose was to be right beside you

There is no place where I feel loved
not in this world we all known as hell
but with you right beside me
Star Swollen--C.The window, tinted with lost dreams,
fogs around my hand, palm print smears
blurring the constellations
into distant twinkle-lights.
Forget that the sky has bad days, too--
I take the stars for granted
when it comes to wishing for you.

Back, when dark days would come-
you were like the stars above,
desperate for my attention.
Silently you’d shine your light for me,
Even when I would refuse to see.
You’d shoot across the darkness,
stroking your splendorous beauty through the sky.
Still, I ignored your pleas,
your devotion went unnoticed.
Until now, now when wishing on a star is all I have left.

Trace a comet's tail
across Hercul
To Vincent Van Gogh.A brown straw hat.
Pale blue eyes
And hands that
Wring when he cries
In his misery.

A rough-red beard.
Bone-bent nose
And hands that
Paint the sunflower
And the rose.

A patch of soil
A fixture of stone
The hands that
Praised the Lord alone
Lie buried, finished in their toil.
RapunzelRapunzel, Rapunzel
Let down
Your golden braid
So I may have
A fortune made
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Sing loud
And very clear
Someone passing
Just may hear
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Whisper soft
In the light
And perhaps
It'll be tonight
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Do not
Be too afraid
So I may have
A fortune made
SilenceSilence.

A language that everyone speaks.
       But one that we are not able to hear.

A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
       Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.

There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
       An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.

People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
       A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.

A society where people judge others, as they sit back i
Rubaiyat: Space in My EyesMy, how lovely is this quiet sea,
Breaking on the shores and on the lea
Curling, tasting of the air and wind,
Taking with its waves a part of me.

Give it back: the pieces I rescind.
Night calls for the cobwebs worn and thinned,
Stretching in the grass--a well-loved place
Fulsome, empty, cold, replete with sins.

Beautiful your midnight frosted grace;
Fearful is the night moon on your face.
Say I, come and walk awhile alone;
Beaches, silence, glitters bright deep space.

Stars breathe miles away in heat unknown
Scent of space and call of night intoned
Split the air with grace, peel back the crust
Letting rocks and trees their prai
nakedThis full moon hangs over us. It watches us with wise eyes-- the fragility of my heart in your cupped hands and it waits. And with weak shoulders I watch, too. Time and time again in the dead of night I watch the crashing of the white-tipped ocean over our naked bodies clasped tightly together, and every night I wait. But, I know you will not resurface.
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In this life of ours we lead.
A path is set to follow,
Naught else we hope to need.
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Cyanide

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Sometimes in midnights, lifeless,
when all is still and meek.
I would sit amongst the corners,
of that residential spot,
you so have claimed against my heart.

That bitter sweat of sarcasm,
sharpened to my senses.
Poisonous substances,
a shroud arrest upon thy shoulders.

Potassium Cyanide,
leaking from your eyes.
Begging me oh so sweetly,
to stay here by your side.

To roll in Smokey haze,
beyond the dawn of sunlight.
To slumber ever on,
in reality amiss,
to linger on your sugared lips,
licks of hidden poison.

   Yet i shan't leave this life in jest,
   to stay with one who spites me so.
   I’ll run to she who loves me best,
   for she shall rescue me from woe.

   Until such time as woe prevails,
   I’ll only dream of you, my queen.
   And when it comes, my love, she wails,
   in you, sweet death, I shall be seen.

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~8flames8claws Jan 17, 2013  Student General Artist
"That bitter sweat of sarcasm,
sharpened to my senses.
Poisonous substances,
a shroud arrest upon thy shoulders."

Beautiful poem! I love this verse. I don't know much about poetry (sadly) but there is a great concept and imagery with this piece. The ends flows well, and the whole thing sounds effortlessly done. Good job!!! :D

(also, I'd like to thank you for the fave! I'll be sure to have a good long read of your work when I have time XD)
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~DevilsMatrix Jan 17, 2013  Student Writer
naww thankyou so very very much! I'll make
a note to check out your gallery as well!
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~8flames8claws Jan 18, 2013  Student General Artist
:dance: no problem, and thank you!
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*TehAngelsCry Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
'Bitter sweat', I almost read as 'bitter sweet' x) which I guess is somewhat intended? Lovely piece! Love the rhythm at the end.
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~DevilsMatrix Jan 8, 2013  Student Writer
somwhat ;) Just playing with words. And thankyou so much! I'm not very good with rhythm, so I'm glad this worked abit
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~TheShanar Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Very nice, the imagery matches throughout the poem. Some of the rhymes seem a little choppy, but maybe that's just me. Altogether, great work!
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~DevilsMatrix Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
aw thankyou so much. Yes, I changed rhyming schemes a
few times in this, and even swapped between free verse
and traditional fixed... =( guilty
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Mood: Adoration *MEGAN-Yrrbby Jan 3, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
" Until such time as woe prevails,
I’ll only dream of you, my queen.
And when it comes, my love, she wails,
in you, sweet death, I shall be seen. "

My favorite verse from the entire poem. I absolutely adore it. Your writing has so much power and raw emotion to it, not only that, but it flows superbly and I absolutely love reading poems(or) writings where it flows freely and easily. Great work, loved it so much I have given you a favorite. xo
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~DevilsMatrix Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
aw thankyou so very much!! The last two
stanzas are by far my favourite for that
exact reason. I find flow is something
that makes a poem reach its full potential,
thankyou so much for your kind comments! <3
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*MEGAN-Yrrbby Jan 3, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
It was my pleasure. <3
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