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ScarsStanding in the shower
Skin turning redder

I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins

Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight

The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me

I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?

All their hateI look across the room
I feel their anger like a wave
Of too-hot air running across my skin
But even with all their hate
Its power almost tangible,
They will never hurt me again.

WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.

God in an Art GalleryI was walking by an art gallery last Saturday
When I started walking to the door uncontrollably
I got inside and started wondering and looking around
Then I saw God appreciating an art piece right next to me
I stuttered and asked him in disbelief what he was doing there
He told me he was appreciating art, so I asked him about the wars
He asked me back 'what about the wars?' and I just couldn't believe him
'You should enjoy art instead of killing each other' he said and walked away

FriendA person whom you can trust,
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So,

Weighted HonourUneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Turbulent eyes of the wearer cast down
With heavy heart, a burden yet stronger
How long will it take to break e're longer

The bearer must endure all in silence
The prince must wait and watch lest no violence
Please ensure continuation of line
For the hollow crown must surely have thine

For the ever hollow void must be filled
Else the crown and blood of the land be spilled
Heavy gold weighs upon the wearied brow
Oaths are tested with every new vow

With treacherous friends and devious foes
Trained with drawn naked blades and taught stringed bows
A bloodied mind of the battle fields planes

DelusionsWhen we talk I feel hope
When we're apart there's a longing
When we're together I feel content
Then we separate and I there's regret
I try my hardest to give up
I curse my emotions
There's no denying how I feel
I convince myself that there's a chance
Maybe you feel the same way
I tell myself that there's something there
That we could be together
Then I remember the truth
There's me and there's you
There's no me and you
No matter what I want
I know it's not going to happen
But then we talk and I feel hope

Life is tickingThe time is ticking, ticking away

Tik tok, tik tok

You are afraid of what will happen

Growing old is such a scary thought

Yet we all do

The morning will yet again rise

Another day, another life

Time's ticking away!!

(Out of hand,

Out of time)

Life is ticking where will it go...?

RevolutionPersuasions, delegations drowning in manipulations.
Drawn ideas, constant fears for moral obedience,
calculating moves for an intricate handshake.
Masquerading within a masquerade.

Obsessing by over compensating,
pressuring opinions into the infants mouth.
Behaviour control of a megalomaniac,
loose among the people.

Chained by soft words, harsh glares,
societies predicament.
Marshall the army of disreputable follows to the seat,
in Parliament.

Dinner With YouYou
casually bring up
that
you're eating
alone

I don't know why
but
it makes me
long for something

I long
to have dinner
with you

To have
one of those
special moments
when we share
our daily grind
and other
interesting news

When everything
just
falls into place

When
our heartstrings
reach out
and seek
a connection

When
my wandering days
come
to an end
and I have
a place
to call home

This moment
I wish
I could
store it
in a box
and carry it
in my heart

Then
this box
would become
my anchor
keeping me
in place

Keeping me home
next to you

Only Nine Thirtyit is only nine thirty
where will the night go?
no sound comes from an empty house
no words fall from chapped lips
no promises made only to be broken

it is only nine thirty
where will the story go?
melancholy fingers tap keys in rhythm
blood shot eyes scour pages of words
lips wrap around glass after glass of poison

it is only nine thirty
where will life go?
i hold on in vain to a soul untamed
i whisper, insane, to no one that is real
i grasp at the translucent arms of a ghost

it is only nine thirty
where will death go?
a noose knots itself into being
birds weep out songs of sorrow
i fall victim to the sounds of nothing

b

GoodnightThe sky was lost
The earth shaking
The moment you cried
I felt my heart breaking
Why are you here?
What have I done?
You have to leave now
Turn around and run!
The ground starting sinking
Gripping my feet
I guess this is goodbye
Life was too hard to complete
A single tear rolled down my cheek
I wiped it away
Trying not to look weak
Please don't cry
Everything's alright
I just won't be home to say goodnight

Doll HouseMy dusty old doll house,
all alone.
Butterfly wings beat silently by,
with Autumn around the corner.
The shadows reach it-
its only company.
Long forgotten, yet missed.
Later will it confide in a new love-
one that can share the adventures it once knew
of mine and fresh imagination.

The Fabled FableThe Fabled Fable

I'd like to tell you of a story, of sorts,
But I'm afraid that it would be a waste of time,
You see, my stories don't make much sense,
But continue reading if you value your ignorance,

Now some folks ask me, of long lost treasures,
And I look into their eyes and say,
You're wasting your time with foolish endeavors,
And that's why toads grow mushrooms in the day,

The trees sway back and forth, at night,
But that doesn't make them wrong,
What would make a tree wrong, you ask?
The fact that chairs don't dance without a mask!

Pirates don't swing their swords around,
And stags don't brush their antlers at noon,
Sna

GrowingGuide me, shaky-limbed, over to the ending of my youth
Against the row of common flow, Bring me closer to you, the
TRUTH! Start a silent renegade to the person I want to lose
My frightened kitten trapped in a tidal-wave, a rolling rues

Leaving bitterness behind me and eggshells in the bin
Hoping not to endure society, but to finally fit within
Not to be discouraged by false niceties (clearly lack-there-of)
To be strong enough to negate their insincerity with love

And if, by chance, they tell me I am riding a bit too high
I will grip my reins all the tighter! In time I will pass them by
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by ~Ozerax, Jan 12, 2013, 3:26:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

He could hardly breathe
But his heart was still beating
A broken rhythm
A Phsycotic tempo
Beat
Beat
Beat
Beat....

He didn't know the time
But he still heard the seconds go by
Swirling around him
Something was saying
His time was over
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick...

He didn't have wings
But he was flying away
I couldn't catch him
The wind carried him away
From me
His hands
Were cold and bloody
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip.....

And he bled
Dripping in tempo with the clock
It struck twelve
Like knifes and swords
And he bled
Away
Tick
Drip
Tick
Drip
Tick....
Drip....
Tick...
Tick....
Tick.....