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The FallingThe Falling

Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow

Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul

Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra
Silent DeathOlder and wiser,
Knowing my pain,
Feelings remembered,
Severed the vain.
Long to forget,
Past to leave,
Into the distance,
Blood soaked sleave.
Feeling the cold,
Chilled to bone,
Darkness descends,
Stifled groan,
Vision blurry,
Curtains of flesh,
Closed the world,
Tears fresh.
Sounds ever distant,
Fading with time,
Silence at last,
The end of my rhyme.
Empty MemoriesA resounding silence takes up the space
rebounding off unfilled walls
gliding through empty halls
nothing more than empty memories

Your incessant talking interrupts my thoughts
wearing down on my paper thin tolerance

Trying to stuff the void I left open
the quiet I hung there ripped down
torn up by your noisy complaints

My vocal cords are rubbed raw
by words waiting to be said
stuck in my throat
they can't be pushed down
but can't be forced out, just yet

Allow me to go back to my unforgiving  memories
silent betrayers of my tired mind
unkept tendrils of forgotten knowledge
brimming over the sides if my head
pouring onto ungr
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of her
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a wi
History RepeatingFists with impecable aim
glares deadly to perfection
snide remarks subtle enough for only me to understand

When will you give up this childish game
There is no need
for the pain you make me feel

It is not my fault that your father used you
as a champion boxer worthy punching bag
every time you cry was seen as another victory
playing on your childhood emotions all the while
but that doesn't give you the right to do it to me

This has turned into a cycle
passed down from one generation to the next
making everyone in its path seemingly forget history
and let it repeat itself yet again

Let go of your angry fists
and pent up grief
I Fear LifeI do not fear death, I fear life.

More pain in living, life,

nothing more than an extended exit strategy.

Life, a means to an end.

Life, kept in place by bookends of non-existence.

Too many options, too many paths.

Love is fleeting, happiness never lasts....

A horrible day can feel like an eternity..

and life has too many days.

Death just happens....if you have a second.
Turn On The Dark
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side

I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.

Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vane
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.

Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.

The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover
Independence
I'm tired of being pulled around,
Hung up and put down
By a string of contradictions,
The string being held
By the cold puppeteer's hands.

I'm tired of this type of existence.
Tired of being forced to live like this
With a fast jerk of the string
The puppeteer makes me act.

I cannot do this any more!
I cannot be this prop,
For anger and stress relief!
I cannot be held back or brought down any longer!

So with this blade,
I'll try to take my freedom back.
And with a slash
The strings of confusion and control will fall...

*******************************************************************

And as I lie here...
Motionless on the floor...
Real
The Knight
With bated breath,
I lie in wait.
Waiting for the fire,
And brimstone to fall down on me,
And cover me in ash.

I lie under the cloak of night,
Brandishing my steel sword as if it were my soul.
My iron clad body,
Holding steady,
As I wait for him.

The dragon of my fears.
With gleaming white fangs,
And a hard, cold stare
That burns flesh,
Like a winter's storm.

The dragon of the earth.
With such a brilliance,
And majesticness,
That it is unmatched by all other creatures.

The dragon,
With the jaded soul,
Jagged scales and strong legs
That carry his agile frame effortlessly.
The dragon
That is thought to be perfect and lethal;
Inescapable and
Rising Up
**** be warned there are some gory bits (they are very short).  If you do not like gore, then do not read the this.****

Part 1 - The Crater

****

I rise up.  Shaking the rubble from my shirt and the cracks in my fractured skin.  I wipe the blood and sweat off of my forehead, breathing hard, trying to remember exactly what happened.  Next to me, a disembodied hand lies, though the fingers have been crushed by something that is no longer there.  As the clouds of fog, ash and smoke thin, I realize... the arm was not a one-off.  Strewn all around me are limbs torsos, chunks of burning flesh that no longer bear any resemblance to the part of th
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.

Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.

What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
An
The Thin Line
Walking the thin line,
'tween plain and sublime.
That's where you see me fall.
So tall until I fall.

Struggling to hold on.
Struggling for so long.
Tiptoeing across the line.
Just waiting for my sign.

In the sunless day,
watch me fade away.
I'm always in between.
I'm there but never seen.

Walking on tight rope,
'tween dispair and hope.
The centre of the two,
Wishing I'd follow you.

Wanting to move on.
Wanting for too long.
To move towards a side.
To reach it 'fore I die.

In the moonless night,
I feel fine, alright.
No light to see what's lost.
No ache to feel exhaust.

From my perch up high,
See my spirit fly,
Between
Rising
This is it
and it is time
for me to wake up
and bring myself back
from the edge

I feel myself
keeping calm
and continuing forward
with nowhere to look
but straight
into the eyes of hell

I'm waking up
emerging from the earth
that had covered me
for far too long
I'm on fire
with a liquid soul

It is time
to stake my claim
This is it
my final chance
to prove myself

I suppose
this is your final chance
to voice your opinion
not that I'm going to listen
This is my revolution
my rebellion
feel free to subscribe
but don't expect me to care

So as I rise up
and reclaim my birth right
my right to freedom
I realize
With t
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,
and love
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
lungs
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
strives
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
as immortality
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Eat The SunOnly to the sentiment that life is only an illusion can I scorch my eyes and oxidize my inner ear to feel how things truly are: vacillating and finite. With palms raised to the sky, and my fingers spread wide to grip the sunbeams which wash over me, I long entirely to engulf their radiance. At least once, I wish to feel their warmth. Because the world is too icebound, so much that I cannot feel my own heart pulsating and shaking the jagged icicles deep into my stomach and dousing what ever is left of the gusto which ignites my very spirit. For too long am I left shivering, yet I am no slave to the frostbitten demons that have trapped themselv
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See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

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Close your eyes
and count to three
If you can't see it
it's not there

Floating in a space that does not exist in your world
watch the black on back of your eyelids
as it paints a perfect childhood
there are no bruises to be seen
when your eyes are closed


Cover your ears
scream at the top of your lungs
if you cannot hear it
there couldn't have been a sound

Sound waves canceled out
sent back to where they came
bouncing off the back of your hands
swallowed up by your gaping mouth

Yelling in the kitchen ceases to exist
smashing beer bottles and cries to stop
are only things of the imagination


If you don't talk about it
it never happened
broken ribs and black eyes
aren't important

Suppressed memories can make the silence deafening
after watching her bleed out on the floor
there is nothing left to say


Maybe I see broken glass scattered around her
maybe I hear him disappear
maybe I say goodbye

Before he left me to clean up his mess
he taught me how to cope

If you can't see it, it's not there
If you cannot hear it, there couldn't have been a sound
If you don't talk about it, it never happened

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See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evilby ~LyingViaPoetry

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Critique by ~LibraryTechChick Dec 1, 2012, 12:54:56 PM
This piece took me back to my own traumatic childhood, and I couldn't help but feel again for one brief moment what I once felt my whole life. I can't help but empathize with the speaker of the poem. Though in my own life no one was killed, I remember believing it was only a matter of time, and wondering if it would be me or someone else, and what would happen after. This poem speaks to that fear and the raw emotion behind not wanting to believe it was real. It reminds me of one that I wrote several years ago in tone, but not in style.
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Mood: Love *Perianth5 Dec 1, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
This is so sad and so chilling... it gave me goosebumps and almost made me cry!!! Awsome poem!!! :clap:
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~LyingViaPoetry Dec 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!
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*Perianth5 Dec 1, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
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