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 Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 1:03 pm
I don't expect you to like or approve of what i write. This is free form just so you know. Also, this will double as a journal for my poems at the moment. They're more than thought~.
Vile One
She is the firstborn, treasured gift.
On the leash that chokes her she's no more than a rat.
Vile hair, dull lifeless eyes.
Put her out of her misery.
The Man who holds her chain smiles though his teeth are tainted like a monster's in blood.
He tells her what she is yet she cannot her.
Painful blisters leak out her thoughts, children smile softly at her delicate form.
A former sister corrupted by his darkness, lifeless yet alive.
She took the poison from her to damage her.
You vile masochist, you're the monster.
The artist
She's got her fingers tangled in hair, she can't feel that she's bleeding ink.
All on her body, the wounds drip endlessly, her latest work.
Sand pours from her mouth, she will never sing again.
Painting her words with her body she'll use anything inside.
Her eyes are pearls in the mixture, her heart is the tint.
Her shadow is the coloring.
A walking painting, isn't it nice?
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:00 am
That left me breathless. It's rare when i can find a great poem online but this is one of them. Just wow. Bledding ink. Truly a grand symbol and visionary. I loved it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:15 pm
Oh! Thank you though this quite the delayed response! XD' I rarely write poems anymore but they tend to come and go with me. >w<
Glass eyes and broken gears
You're a figment of a dreamer's imagination, poised on the string.
Balance your parasol, jointed fingers and toes grasp weakly as the music winds up.
How do you not feel the piano wires embedded so deep in your skin?
Are you familar with their presence?
Blood makes the string slick, glass eyes leave you blind as the sockets rot internally.
You're his infection, contained by fear of misjudging your steps.
Dare to slip and fall little doll.
Your heart is a gear spinning ever faster, faster.
The music distorts, you've slipped.
The wire was your noose, in the end you couldn't spare yourself.
Crow
You dance across my vision like ink in the air.
Singing little crow, you invite to a field and gather in great numbers.
Hey little tainted bird, can i hear you speak?
Despised little nestling, will you lie to me?
Feathers reflect black and shades of green shimmering over me.
Tell me what does it take to invade a heart?
Why do you fly in spirals inside my mind?
Sweet little dove, you've always fought my fight.
Seems as though your feathers are tainting with ash now.
Sooner and sooner more, i'll lose you as well.
Little blackbird are you really such a demon?
Snow in the mind
You walk away down a busy road, breath turning white in the air.
Stare at the sky, i wonder where we've been.
Cold to the touch, i don't think enough about all the snow.
It falls down upon you, it'll take you away.
Please don't vanish in that sky so white.
My mind sees winter and snow flurries a lot.
What i lack you add to me, you give me snow in my mind.
Laughing outloud, eternally fighting, things like this are under rated by most.
It makes one's heart wilt when you go.
You go far away and leave footprints in my mind.
If i follow i'll get lost.
If i wait i'll be rewarded in spring.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:26 pm
Talent comes in small concerntraited doses.(Excuse bad spelling. sweatdrop ) Your poetry is a good example of this....wow, way better than the junk verse that spouts from my mind. *is jealous* I especially liked the poem you titled Crow, the lines Hey little tainted bird, can i hear you speak?
Despised little nestling, will you lie to me?
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Little blackbird are you really such a demon? managed to bring tears to my eyes for some bizzar reason, even though your other poems were more dark.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:15 am
Haha, thank you~. Crow in itself actually is poem written based on a personal experience so it's odd to hear it brough you to tears. Then again i write very often of crows so you might see a lot of repeating lines with me. ^^
Break Through the Glass Mind
On the edge of my mind is a cliff tainted with crimson, feathered bodies line my vision.
This wasteland is my home, this dreadful place has lost its warmth to me.
I filled the gap with bodies and stepped over the edge wanting to fall.
Death eludes even the most the merciless monster.
Would you slip into my sleeping ground and shake me awake?
I'm resting in white roses, ink streaks my face, i'm tainted.
Fire and water should never cross again.
I'm hollow and filled with ashes but when i blink i see the colors around me.
One, two, three are now six, now nine.
You taught me so much i can't help but laugh, aren't you proud?
Once i spread these elegant wings held together by wires and red string i'll run to my cliff and sing.
You sang words of peace, i sing words of war.
We're the vice and i'm the one who tightens it.
You loved me, i loved you.
I'm sorry we didn't work, the gears in my heart are fickle and won't spin.
Can you say i'm terrible? Would you tell me that to my face?
It's fine, i know what i am.
I'm the monster in my head, in my heart i'm the crow.
I wore the mask and stitched my mouth open.
Dark eyes see dark visions.
Bloom
You bloom so beautifully in my garden, a new spring.
Dear Rose, why are you a symbol i hate?
Dear Lily, take me back and steal my breath.
The fountain flows over with perfect clear water, i run over with crimson.
Water my garden with my love, i'll taint you all but you'll love me.
Why won't the white rose smile?
Touch me nots explode under my touch.
Tiger lilies growl at me, i'm the Alice here.
Dragonflies spit fire and the lonely tabby disappears in my arms.
The Heart card's edges are sharpened to the touch.
I carry the Spear and Club.
Weaponry fit to tear out your heart my Queen.
Alice is trapped in her head screaming "Freedom! Freedom!"
I won't answer you Alice, please proceed to scream and cry.
Lullabye for another night.
Your tears soaked my garden, the teacup broke under my fingers.
The rabbit is black as the storm cloud roll in.
You destroyed my garden when you brought the storm in.
No more water flows, i'm the broken statue in the fountain.
Alice look what you've done.
The chesire cannot riddle me this.
Maybe you're the clone.
Or maybe i'm frozen in marble.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:36 am
Little Bird
A long time ago there was a little bluebird, the bluebird sang a song of anxiety.
"Where do i go to make this right? Why are my feathers tainted with black?"
Little bird, what have you done?
A cold raven with feathers soft as silk approached the bluebird, landed on her branch.
"You want to be free? I'll release you of such petty emotions."
Ignorant little bluebird, why are you turning black?
Your song now resounds in the garden with empty promises.
"I am free." the bluebird falsely sang, the raven watched over with amusement.
Her heart was eaten while she was still alive.
So many came to the bluebird's aid but the tiny bird just kept singing, their lessons went ignored.
Why do you wish to rid yourself of your heart?
"It is a useless little thing, no one should be cursed with one."
Winter came and settled in the garden, the raven slept under all the ice.
"Why do you sleep? Sing with me! I feel so lonely by myself!"
Greed overtook the bluebird's mind, the raven abandoned them in the cold.
A redbird came, spreading warmth in his path. He sought to make the bluebird feel again.
It's far too late, she's frosted with the effects of losing her heart.
Disheartened little redbird, fly away.
You cannot save the willing bluebird, she wanted it this way.
Now she's alone, poor little bird.
"Redbird, please come back! I miss you."
No answer was heard, she died alone in the garden.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:47 am
Sinful Doll
Elegance is on the same line as sin.
Tell me where does purification end in this world?
My sin is greatest when i close my eyes.
I divided my heart into three pieces, i will never speak of those i adore.
One who heats my soul with burning hate, the former flame to my soul.
One who hides all emotion and denies yet i cling to them regardless.
The last one being a new friend, i wish to make you smile more.
How can i survive loving all of them?
My greatest sin is that i may not repent.
Flames, silence, and smiles.
I want you all to love me back.
Will i chose lust, coldness, or happiness?
My love is a gamble, a dangerous game.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:41 pm
Heart Of Flames
Blistering heat, sweet conviction.
Count the rapid pulsation and quickened breathing.
What's going on? What's happening?
She has wings of gold, a soul of silver.
One so cold, one so bitter.
Defrost my heart, turn up the volume.
Let's hear the echo in my chest.
So strange, so alien to me.
I'm a ticking timebomb, a red knight with a sword of gold.
I'll protect you forever if you'd let me in.
Let me in to shield your heart.
You're the infection in the hole of my mind.
Fill and take me over.
Halos tangle with my hidden horns.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:44 am
Fear Factory
You're the reason i submit myself.
Body, mind, heart, and soul.
All yours, all yours, all yours, all yours forever.
Hold tightly on, don't fall through into those icey waters.
Extending my hand all i hear is my heart screaming out.
Don't leave me, don't let me go.
Fear has shaped all that i know, i'm too scared to move or speak alone.
Desperation and worry, you're worth it to me.
Don't let go.
My hands are stuffed in shredded glass and i'm wincing.
Love makes the mind wither, you made mine melt and die.
Embrace me, the perfection of a broken doll.
I will never see you cry, i won't allow that.
Let me save you from yourself.
My tragic little angel.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:23 pm
Feelings and Freedom
Cheery, brave and kind are like colors in my head.
Infusing all the voices inside like a blanket over me.
Light footsteps, softer than silk on sand let me sink in.
I'm not afraid to trip here.
Hands that pull upward fighting a body that sinks under waves.
We're a floating island, daydream the night away.
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