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The BowThe clock has stuck twelve, my departure is now, I must bid you farewell, it's time for my bow.
My life is a show, the curtains now shredded, the stage collapsed, and the cast beheaded.
The crowd loudly shrieks and roars at my lines, they find them paltry and without "proper rhymes."
They cease to find beauty in my works of art, all their eyes see is a grievous heart.
And as I utter my final words, all falls silent and my soul swiftly bows.
The Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.
The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.
Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.
Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.
Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.
Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
Her Crystalline EyesHer crystalline eyes in the blood-lit moonlight, spread such and fear to all.
Their silver-blue sheen entrances many, it shadows the stolen, until they fall.
Countless slaves born from her captivation, none dare to object thus her eyes foresee.
You seem to love her, you pitiful moron, why hast thou left a beauty like me?
Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
I do not see you, have you left me behind?
Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?
It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.
To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.
Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
How Do You Like Your Eggs In The Morning?Sunnyside up.
The pan was still warm when I dropped it into the sink. We had eggs. You had them sunnyside up, but I couldn't bear runny egg whites and so I had scrambled. Just in case. You found your right shoe and left. I sat at the kitchen table drumming my fingers against the buttercup plastic cloth and thought about Life with a capital L. What was it all about?
I started to think of breakfast as a metaphor for us. You had it all together. Sunnyside up. I was scrambled. A convoluted tick of a person. I started to consider my life as being thoroughly forked. I watched the birds outside the kitchen window for a while and did not relate them to what I had just eaten. After a long slither of time had passed I got up and washed the pan until the eggs were gone. You never came back. I learnt not to mind.
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
Mass RealityPlastic society
Isolated streams of consciousness
Creations that do not matter
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls
Your place in the world
The fakeness of your existence
Assimilated self destruction
Buried by acquired wishes
Its mindless billions of brains
A crafted mass reality
Human Nature.Human Nature.
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodges
Stories aimed to defame, name, claim and shame.
Assuring and securing that the harsh reality still remains.
DaleHear me read it
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
A Dark Artist's HeartNow take me down to my dark and sombre place
So I can write woeful words such as this
But don’t leave me there to give life to my thoughts
As I’m cursed with such soft and slender wrists
And hands that are capable of mastering
The medicine bottles infant safe lock
No more than three a day the prescription says
I peel off the label and down the lot
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where skies are as black as a raven’s wing
And with no potential to spread them out wide
With my meek, melancholic offerings
Just a pin prick of light in the sable sky
Like the raven’s eye within its feathers
And as it blinks moments before taking flight
I am cast into darkness forever
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where each word I write feels like burning wax
Slowly dripping over my eyes, nose and lips
Till it sets into a full facial cast
Leading to paralysis of countenance
Or at least indeed the absence of one
The candelabra embellishes my plight
But this w
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rain falls harder
as it falls faster
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
i pray it takes me with
Just A CrushIt's just a crush I swear,
There's nothing more than empty feelings there!
Oh, I can let go and try not to care,
But I can't keep lying to myself...
When you're near my feelings are there,
It's just a crush, a crush I swear!
You can tease me no end,
And I'll pretend that it's just a crush.
I can't help but miss you when you're gone,
You made me weak when I wanted to be strong.
Crushing on you,
Crushing on you is such a unique thing.
Crush, it's a crush nothing more!
Break me and take me, but it's only a crush,
Oh please just let this be a crush,
Only a crush.
You helped me write this beautiful song,
You've been guiding me through this melody for so long.
It's getting harder and harder not to care,
It's only a crush right? Oh man it's only a crush...
I can't help but look at your profile over and over,
Hoping that maybe you'll just talk to me.
Liking some one else is hard,
When you're starting to be all I see.
Where did I go wrong?
When did this crush get so strong?
Why can't I leave yo
ThemBefallen was her mother, burned within a cancerous lake, her skin torn from her body, her head shoved on a stake.
Annihilated was her father, driven mad by a knife, suffocated wearily without a single tear of strife.
Enticed was her hypnosis, stricken with a pact, one of pure immortality without a single crack.
Lost was her soul, in a brewing cauldron of pain, nevermore to witness the beauty of her reign.
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