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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of

The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

all of the things

Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this

Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.

WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.

Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
fleeting,
evaporating
through the cracks of
my fingers and high

above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
words,
silences,
or actions
could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
or stretched
so far
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo

BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare

untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received

Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

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SecretsI hate secrets
There always there, always following me
Why won't they leave me be
They make my friends leave me
Why do you keep secrets, am I not good enough?
Why won't you trust me
Stop telling them things you won't tell me
I'm right here and I want to know, stop hiding from me
Can't you see you're stabbing me with every word you tell them and you won't tell me
Look at all these cuts, one for every secret

Am I the Only One?I look around and I see all the smiling faces
But I don't feel a smile on my face
Why am I the only one crying
I walk up to one of the smiling faces and I grab their shoulders and shake them and I shout "stop smiling, why are you so happy"
He just keeps smiling
I am all alone in this sea of smiling faces
Why can't anybody see my frown
Why won't they notice my tears
Why am I all alone
How about you? Are you all alone?

It wasnt mei look at my hands and see that there covered in blood
I look at my fingers and there just bones
I look at my walls and see the words "im sorry" "im ugly" " why wont you love me" written in blood
There are claw marks evrywhere
I see the cloacked figure dressed in red standing next to me
its my anger, he has finally won
I look at the floor and see my freinds who hurt me laying on the floor
They are all dead, their hearts have been torn out, their eyes ripped out, drained of all their blood
"Who did this" i gasped
"it was you" states my anger
I look up at him and he disapears
Their was no longer a need for him to be here, i had final

My FlowerI look down at the flower
I look around and see its the only one
So strange to see such a thing of beauty in a world so dark and dank
I look down and i see in each of the petals the faces of my loves
I feel a tear run down my face
It drops onto one of the pedals and the pedals dissolve
" No not another, i wont lose another" i cry tears now streaming down my face
More and more faces disapear from the flowers petals
I cry out and touch the flower with my hand and it dissolves completely
"no, not again" i shout, i fall to my knees and start sobbing
After my tears subside somewhat i look around me and find that there is just one pedal l

Forever Chasing youI can see you on the edge of the horizon
But you're too far away to see me, to hear my desperate cries, to see the never ending tears fall onto the pavement
Why do you continue to run from me?
I am right hear stop looking for a new love
I offered you my heart and you stole it, I want it back
I keep running after you, I keep reaching for you but you're always out of reach, always on the edge of the horizon
My heart won't accept any other but you
You see that void right next to my heart, it's were your love for me goes
Stop running away, I won't hurt you (much)
Maybe if I kill your new love, you'll remember me
Maybe if I carve myself

My heart is floating awayI look at my chest and i see the whole i carved into it
I look at my hand and i see my heart in it, still beating, still alive
I offer it to you and sy " please take it, i dont want it"
But you shake your head and walk away
I feel the never ending tears beggin to flow from my eyes
I drop my heart and wacth it fall
But just before it hits the ground it stops falling
It begins to float away and then i realize that i want it back
I reach for it crying out " come back hear, im so sorry i was so careless with you" as tears stream down me face
But its to far away to reach
I collapse on my knees, sobbs racking my figure
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Deaths Song

by ~thegreatpoetnick119, Mar 24, 2011, 6:26:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Here I come, my fetid souls
I have come to end your never ending nightmare
To shepherd you to the empty void
To sing you this lullaby
This is the song the reaper sings
Isn't it a cute little number

Deaths Songby ~thegreatpoetnick119

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

something random i came up with

love 1 1

~~joy 0 0~~

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~kitt0hokage Mar 25, 2011

I like this one more that the other :3.

~thegreatpoetnick119 Mar 25, 2011 Student Writer

wich other one?

~kitt0hokage Mar 25, 2011

the one i commented on before this one xD

~thegreatpoetnick119 Mar 25, 2011 Student Writer

oh ya

~Haboui Mar 24, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

The only little number,
that you needed as a reminder,
Was taken by the devils hand.

And with that number,
That precious precious number,
It was shattered to several pieces.

And only then did you realize,
You never needed it in the first place.

MAN, I never write unless i read your stuff, AND YOU SAY PEOPLE DON'T MISS YOU!!!

WE MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!!!

Whoops, forgot to appologize about the random poem. I'll upload it cuz i haven't in a while

~thegreatpoetnick119 Mar 25, 2011 Student Writer

ok and thx u annd im glad i inspired you and trust me nobody did

~Haboui Mar 25, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Well that's why there are so many opions in the world

~thegreatpoetnick119 Mar 25, 2011 Student Writer

so many wat

~Haboui Mar 25, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Each person has a different view in the world. And yours is one and others is the well, other's.

~thegreatpoetnick119 Mar 26, 2011 Student Writer

k, coolio

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