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madness.i've learnt to keep better company.she looks out from behind the curtains, searching for the right
moment to embrace the world outside. there's demons that
lurk behind trees and run out in front of cars, waiting to blame
her for everything and claim it all on an insurance that's tied rather
tightly to her pockets.i don't want to be with you, not because i don't like you,
but because my chains are getting heavy
and i can't fly anywhere until i learn how to remove them.she dreams of sunlit fields and pretty meadows that she can't reach;
wondering if there really is a knight in shining armour or if she's just
too stubborn to lift her

The Days of Our Livesmonday said that you loved me.

he whispered this through broken teeth
and touched me with hands that were
crackled, like boiled eggs.

tuesday stole you.
her eyelashes batted too slowly
and i saw you leave,

but wednesday
brought you back to my door-
meek, wet, and disheveled,
clutching wilted roses.

thursday, ever tricky,
hid you in the orange grove with a lady
and no amount of april fools could convince me to stay.

friday let me cry at her bosom,
she stroked my hair and murmured lullabies
into tangled silk.

saturday was kind and gentle.
'fear not,' he said, and patted my hand.
'he will return.'
you did. saturday dragged

She's Brokeni.

she is an ink-stained poet of seventeen,

whose bruises take the shape of africa
or thailand or italy,

and the ones that don't look like anything
she presses on until the blood pools up

and blackens the map of her skin.

ii.

she wanders from
one filament of conscious thought

to the other,

sailing through time and space
as though it were a vast ocean

just for her.

iii.

sometimes she sits before the sea.

"who am i?"
she screams to the waves
that drag her under

and fill her mouth
with

small, wet sand.

iv.

she finds beauty in

wine glasses and
cigarette butts.

v.

roman numerals were never her friends.

she preferred

The Second ComingI.

I struggle because God told me that he doesn't like slackers,
and it is almost winter, and I have to believe in something.
His desk is so tall, I like to sit under it and stare up at where
the edge of the desk meets the ceiling and his hand tapping.
I don't like the cold, but God says that it builds character,
so I trek through it to get to something I once loved and it only
leaves me feeling small.

II.

I was never a child, I told the interviewer when he climbed on
top of me. I was never born, I just appeared.
He wasn't listening anymore, but I kept telling him.
God sank into my skin when I was sleeping one night,
in a ch

Our Garden's BeautyAnd in my hands, I hold thee
My moonflower, petals translucent
Bringing me dreams dearly
When I recall her lovely smile

If it was not for the ring, that
One offered her first, did he
Give her a peculiar flower, claiming
She was not aware of her beauty

One morning she awoke, from
Those dreams complete in all glory
And found her curtains rustling
On her bare feet, went on her balcony

Did she forget the love we had?
Even now she enjoys the fruits so sweetly,
Did I not sow and show her primroses?
Now she loves not, but cries for eternity

To us, our love became silence incarnate
She weeps, as do I, because of her pity
She goes ba

I Carved Out My Heart TodayMy soul was aching deep within,
Full of sorrow, fear, and sin.
Broken at your feet I lay,
I carved out my heart today.

It was not mine to keep you see,
This injured bleeding piece of me.
I beg you not to turn away,
I carved out my heart today.

Better hands to hold it I know none,
It beats now for only one.
You will accept this gift I pray,
I carved out my heart today.

My soul was aching deep within,
I carved out my heart today.

GambleA roll of the dice
A landing of a ball
Wait for the coin to fall

Life determined by chance
The cards we're dealt
Ours to keep

Dealt a two, seven
Not even the same
Why must we make due?

Stick it out
Try to change
Just to be shoved down

They say make the best
Of what you got
They didn't tell,
That they'd just pop the balloon
That they'd laugh as we fall

Well why must I get up?
Is there a reason for me to try?
Spiting you has lost its thrill
I'm tired of being your favourite kill

Why can't you go on?
Left with nothing
I'm destitute, desperate to win

If only once
Just one success
To keep me going

But you kick me everyda

BeautyBut I will cry for you
who do not see your beauty,
that you are perfect
like so many can only say;
dreams will bow down to you, and you
will be the greatness we aspire to.
The brilliance in your heart
only takes
a moment before the flash illuminates our love
and you
still stare into the mirror
searching
past the beauty,
for something that doesn't exist

StainsI.

You burned the eggs and wrote scripture
in the shadows of a lunar eclipse.
I haven't slept for years, but it took the far away
scream of a siren to convince me that
the moon is a liar.

Body bags are filled with better men.
There are rivers of oil where I can't seem to break
The mirrors that flaunt your reflection.

II.

You couldn't dare me to walk across that bridge.
You couldn't ask me to sit through a full sermon
and still remain humble.

I'll never be home before the street lights come on and
you'll never hold my hand in the day time.
We're both clinical fools.

"The only difference between poison and medici

Aujourd'hui - 'Sally' previewShadows of trees give me cover
From the Sun, whose rays I cannot stand
But I find myself alone, no lover
Would my true one of two lend me a hand
To guide me to their passions
The extreme, the regularity
Of my thoughts in different fashions
I cannot grasp in their celerity
Find me the truth, find me
The one that kills to love me
Please let my thoughts free
And bring me back to aujourd'hui

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It carries mine away
Unlock your worn door
If I could enter I may
And we should dance and I'd stay
(We need not talk per say)
(I'd swallow my bitterness if asked once more)
And to us the world would be a bore

In the golden delicacy of this state
Now we wouldn't rest
Accept our faded intertwined fate
then together we'll reach our crest
Here our love will be expressed
(It need not be professed)
(I'd listen, wherever to your stories may relate)
And you could pick us a final date

For whomever I may have been or will be,
And I know it was hard, but plain to see
That I will do my utmost best, to your heart's

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Ocato's death had been swift, even though she had taken the liberty of toying with him, switching from fire to frost spells and back to fire again. The agony on his face was a remarkable sight, the expression of being burned to death had been fixed in the heavy ice crystals that had formed all around his body and face. It was a scream without sound, an acknowledgement to death

Untitled (2)Would they have the nerve to
demolish everything built
Would they have the heart to
remove themselves from all guilt?

And if so, what of us?
We'll keep calm and carry on
And if thus, what breaks us?
Be there and never be gone

We'll dance along the wreckage
of the soul of what was
what is, and never will be
to all locks we'll find our key
and we can never pause
for 'tis unheard, our message

If in our radiant light
we should die, then drear not
If in a cold moonless night
For your warmth we have fought

Truth we have been pursuing
And this'll be their undoing

Taken AwayThings invisible to see
such as a vain attempt
to reconcile with thee
before I suddenly went
Or the crickets in the night
singing their song
marvelling in their shrill delight
so did they before long

It filled me, thrilled me
with fantastic terrors, never felt before
and this gave life to thee
Kingfishers caught fire no more
nor drew the dragonflies any flame
The day no longer dawned upon me
after the brandishing of blades came
to take me away from thee

A Pagan's LoveThe soft melodies playing insist on being heard
On being whispered until being sung by all

Lovers come to declare their love
And what else is more divine or pure?

It is us who answer and heed every call
and dance to the music, the Gods' allure

And united we dance to the continuous effort
Of the pulled strings as they pull pranks on our minds

And the sun in all its gold is shining to us
Until it sets and makes way for our Lady the Moon

Of happiness there surely are no different kinds
Than those days and nights when we swoon

Don't forget, milady, you are truly sublime
And forever will be through the passing of time

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Birds - Sonnet

by =NiallCloud, Jul 16, 2011, 6:50:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

Tranquillity set in her eyes
As if all her prayers had been heard
And she said, "His answers never are deferred.
They will come whenever he wishes you to apprise."

"He is there to hear your passionate cries,
But he will not always grant that which you preferred.
His presence is in every singing bird,
In every verse, the truth He must chastise."

And when men learned of these words,
Spoken so loudly, every bias surpassing,
They clung unto Her, a Goddess arisen.

She wandered the forests, listening to Her birds,
Every tiny song she was amassing
When done, She ascended, and left mankind forgiven.