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Lullabies of The DeadBarren as a desert,
is the heart of many
-They don't know what is about to come.
A crying child,
is the pleasure of many.

A raven sits,
upon the shoulder
-Eyes like fire to see the soul.
A master of disguise,
is this fine little advisor.

The sun rises,
and her lips move
-An intimidating smirk to bring down armies.
A raised hand,
will calm the storm.

Eyes will shake,
and bones will break
-A feared ruler to cast the first stone.
Shadows of the dead,
will sing the lullabies.

how to make love to a masochistHe never saw her smile.
She said she didn't know how.
He loved her.
She said she didn't believe in love.

He couldn't comprehend how she could say this. Whenever he looked at her, whenever he thought of her, there was a surge of emotion in his head, in his heart. There was an overwhelming feeling that made him feel like a fish out of water, made him want to rip out his heart and give it to her on his knees to express his love.

He was afraid sometimes, that if he looked at her too long, she would burn his eyes out like the sun.
She was that brilliant.
He was afraid sometimes, that if he touched her, she would vanish at his finger-tip

Here, and everywhere"And when you leave us," you ask me, "where will we go to find you?"

When I'm gone, I will come back to you in a myriad of things. From my flesh there will be grass, from my bones there will be trees. I will be there in the earth, in the sunshine, in the sea. Countless grains of me will tango with the snowflakes in the wind, mingling with your hair, caressing your skin. The butterfly that grazed your fingertip, that is where I will be. The deer that escaped from the corner of your vision, that too was me. I will be at the edge of the sky and at the corners of the earth. Look, and you will find me here, there, and everywhere.

"But we call ou

i do, i do, i doi. on this bright day

i saw you
sitting alone
on the library steps
with a book open
and i quietly
said hello

ii. monsoon clouds

hover above us
and i hear a distant
crash of thunder, see
a flash of lightning
and i wonder at
the brightness

iii. you speak

with a voice
like cotton candy
that's so soft and sweet
i could close my eyes
and just listen to
you forever

iv. we watch

the sun go down
behind the hills and
you get down on one knee and
ask me a four-word question
and of course i'll cry
and say,

v. i do, i do, i do

I would have touched the SunI would have touched the Sun
With hands that never knew hard labor.
If it brought back the tender smile of a man.
That’s sweeter than the gleam of amber.

I would have crossed the sea and then the ocean
For a quick glimpse of lonesome eyes of his,
Those look at me with such a strange emotion
My heart is conquered and soul in his sovereignty.

I would have reached and grabbed a star
To brighten anguished nights for him.
When bitter moon leaves deepest scar,
I’d chant away my hearted hymn.

DesireThe candle is lit,
and so it begins once again,
for the last time.

To sing the phrase
To speak the dialogue
To breathe the emotion

The desire strongly burns
with a flame that is hinted with
a dynamic sense of toil.

The notes pop off the page
Eying me, judging me

Brilliant yet haunting script
Divine yet tenebrous score
Pure intimidation but
nothing has touched me so.

Is it yours? No
Could it be? Yes

Flicker - Flicker goes the candle.
The flames lick me with a
crazed, devious feeling of wanting.

The piano begins,
ominous tunes hover
through the air, chilling spines.

Cracking notes exit my mouth.
The tunes, though reso

EidolonIf I missed the sun more fiercely -
If I forgot its face for a time -
'Twas only that I slumbered long, and well,
And the sun obliged.

I laid my pillow on the open eaves
Where sojourned moonless night;
I shared her silence, there, small and frail,
And the sun obliged.

I do not weep for hopes undreamt,
Nor dreams I held and lost in kind;
I weep that when I had no dream, I slept,
And the sun obliged.

WeaknessI found it.
It’s never been exposed,
and for a while now
I’ve doubted its
Existence

Raven hair blows
in nonexistent wind.
Eyes brighten with an
unfamiliar peace.

Sakura fall from
your illusionary tree.
You silently watch
and reach for them.

Were you real
and I an enemy,
this scene would
make for the perfect
Kill.

To YouI never noticed the stars until I gazed into your eyes.
You fill the empty canvas of my mind with rainbow worlds of supernatural glory.
You speak galaxies into existence when you move your mouth.
When your lips first touched mine, I swear that was the first instant I became alive.
When I first saw you cry I thought the world itself would collapse because of the weight of your tear.
I never noticed how beautiful nature was until I started using it to create poetry about you.
The ocean's relationship to the moon exists purely to describe the pull you have on my heart.
You are the bridge across the void, the healing ointment on my cuts, t

Burning.B – I really like you.
G – I'm not ready for that.
B – I'm sorry, I really can't help it.
G – Try.
B – Why?
G – Because a boy like you burnt my insides up
and the flames are still burning.
B – I can extinguish the flames for you, just give me the chance.
G – Will you take the time to repair all of my damages? Because
I don't think you're ready for that.
B – I'll rebuild everything in you and give you an
oceanfront view if that's what you want.

SinWe grow into adults
Some at young ages.
We acknowledge kindness
At much different stages.

We are given the choice
To choose our own path.
Raise children in happiness
Or raise them under our wrath?

Drugs, booze and denial
All considered a sin.
Parents caving in at the choice
To choke their tears in a bottle of gin.

Life goes around
And death knocks at our door
The road that we choose
Is not always what we beg for.

AchingI'm a good person
But I'll be bad with you

I'm the indestructible girl
But I'll let you ruin me

I need to feel a little pain
my body's been pure for far too long

I don't mean to rush you
But baby,
It's Christmas

Just beat me down
And let me see your face in the television

I need to feel my own demise
But "I cannot self-terminate"

I want you here
You have your family

But baby,
It's such a shitty time to be alone

Come slide through the shadows
And force your way to my body

But leave your evidence
I need to remember

cardiogenocidelet me beneath your black t-shirt;
i'll soak up every inch of ink-
if you need me then come and
take the madness away and let me
fill in all the gaps

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 3

We walked onward,
Into a forest dark and nearby.
without lacking of hesitation.

Forward and never looking back
did my curiosity take me
Unto a realm of more woe

"This place", Asked I
did feet was walk these forlorn woods?"
He halted, gazing onward...

His silence to my discord,
gave answer to my question...
And his feet carried on.

"These woods were the resting place of my misery.
Alone and like you." stated he to my ears.
Though places are kindred to my own,

Yours is the journey that shall marked with your name,
Descending first into the retribution of your humanity.
Know you shall, the lamentations of all souls you find."

H

Sweet or SourThe crisp autumn air nipped at the noses of gallant children as they wandered throughout the reticent fields. Hands aimlessly searching for the faultless lump of cabbage whose thriving carcass lay dormant within the rows of vegetation.

A girl, no older than seventeen tugged at the edges of the rags she had draped about her shoulders in an attempt to warm her fragile frame. Her vibrant ginger locks swayed gently in the breeze that danced throughout the valley. Her emerald green irises were veiled by a slip of fabric tied firmly about her thin face; her hands digging at a mound of dirt surrounding the sole purpose for her being here.

"Evelyn.

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When she cries
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When she cries
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fields of good
fields of evil

fields of everyone
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To Death

by =NobleQueenOfLothaire, Nov 5, 2012, 3:02:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

With the withering storm,
the tulips grew
-long and beautiful were the stems and petals.

Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.

Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
-To leave a tulip
is to love a friend,
To pick a tulip,
is to welcome death.

To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.

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*0hgravity Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I like the sparseness of this piece.
a nice read.

=NobleQueenOfLothaire Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much

*0hgravity Nov 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

welcome

~redd093 Nov 5, 2012 Student Writer

I'm a big fan of imagery, so you get kudos from me!

=NobleQueenOfLothaire Nov 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much

I'm a visual thinker, words alone don't work for me

~redd093 Nov 5, 2012 Student Writer

Yeah, it's hard for me to get down exactly what I want to say. It always manages to come out a tad bit off.

=NobleQueenOfLothaire Nov 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's a process but as long as you write it for you it's a win.

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