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Lay your LoveLay your love over me; I wish you well.
I am no more than bone now, the rats fed
on my ruined remains; you have no care, tell
them your sorrow has shown, kiss my new bed.
You have a heart, a heart that thrives on guilt.
Neglected my only sixteen years, who
are you? Surely, no man of worth. You built
relationships with your rogue-like charm to
deceive and con others into your fraud,
so good. You are going down now, friend. Chew
on your last deceitful words; I applaud
your valour. Laze across green, sip your brew.
I know where this is headed to, you cheat;
you are just going to sit back and beat.

My Bleeding Bodymy chopped fingers
lay askew on the floor,
my cut off feet
sit plainly on the table,

my bleeding body
lies limply in your arms.

a stab to the chest,
my still heart exposed
to you;
drop it in the box.

no time
for last words,
last breaths—
drag that dripping knife
where it belongs.

only you know.

and I can breathe along with youMy fingers too cold to grip and my
head, swollen with thoughts
of drowning

not in water but in a bath
of my blood
mixed with yours.

I am flowing in the wind
along with the pollen
and the bees, the sun is happy

like me.

I am free
and I can breathe along with you,
alone.

The nurses don't know
what it's like to be trapped in your own air;
just let us be

free.

The blood still stains
my pallid skin
but your touch wipes it clean,

pure.

I can feel the pinch
on my wrists
and I am exposed.

I need to stay fresh
and happy
in the sun with the dandelions;

stop them!

A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.

But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.

"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,

save yourself before you drown.I promise you I'm trying
but I'm slowly breaking apart.

I never knew that life was like a game,
press one wrong button
and you'll be broken forever.

I've had enough of you,
but I can never let you go.
You've always owned my heart,
I might as well just save myself before I drown.

You may as well just forget me
because I'm just another chord to a broken song.

Inner PeaceI gingerly rest my eyelids over my contented eyes and inhale deeply.
I have found it.
All I must do now is hold on to it.

I must never let it slip away from my eager fingers.
I must do my best to let this feeling linger.

I feel the trees begin to sway simultaneously with the even beat of my heart,
I hear the gentle click of the world finally piecing together, forming a piece of beautiful art,
I hear the gentle giggles of the inner children in every man's soul,
finally reaching to their surface, making their hearts whole.

A grin begins to bloom, my eyes begin to light...
I begin to dance.
However my feet are stuck to the ground

Haiku #3Tempers burn like wick
Voices compete with harsh words
Tide swells; Passion glows.

Silly ScarecrowLike silly scarecrows, we decided that maybe hearts weren't such bad things, after all, and perhaps, we might try to have one. Some weeks, years, texts, or phone calls later, we have decided that hearts were a bad idea, and put our particles into Swiss vaults for safe-keeping, because they are exactly the sort of things that people love to steal.

For a time afterward, it's always the smells that catch you off-guard. You can look away from their face, you can walk out of range of their voice, you can block them online, only think of the bad times, and delete their number from your phone to keep you from anything desperate, but you can't stop

the moon gorges the sun in oneSurrounded by a cloud of darkness
as you sit in the light
in the hopes of disappearing
as the moon does
when the rooster sounds;
painless.

In the dark, they can see you;
always missing the air of death
written, scarred
all over your body
for the world to weep
over.

Why
is your pain exposed, naked?
They are blind, unaware
of the constant destruction
you cause upon yourself—
think.

Sorrow sweeps over you;
the moon gorges the sun in one
and steals
its presence, the happiness
yet the dark, the moon
is your contentment.

Out Of The FogOut of the fog the outcasts swarm
No way to enlighten, no way to warn
Some will be shattered, others reborn
Through windows and doors that weren't there before
At one seam or another, reality tore
This is all your fault

They feed on our wishful desperation
Fishing from the icy lake of damnation
Ancient horrors that refuse to fade
Begging you to come and stay

A haven for guilt and reflection
Washing away each lie and pretension
Only one thing matters once you're out this far:
Are you really who you think you are?

To live, you must destroy yourself
The parts of you that brought you here
Out of the fog and into the dark
Out of y

Black DoveBlackened wings with bloodied feathers,
Scars that never completely fully recover,
This creature stands for many,

It has tried to give a sense of peace in purity,
Now it sits within a manner of sinfulness in obscurity,
It is blinded from the light it used to see so clearly,
It's purpose is left unfulfilled,

Peace has no purpose within the game of life,
The need of the dove in it's purest form,
Is locked away beyond many rusted chains,
It transforms into the wicked bird it is now presently,
Harmony has a definition that becomes alien to this brute carried by wings,

Death engulfs it's knowledge of all that was accord,
What it used to be, has

Her ManiacsThe tears shake from her undying self
Almost as fast as her head quivers, leaning
Against the cold glass, soothing
Her ached and burning visage.

Closing her eyes,
She attempts to fall
Into another land
Where she's not being scrutinized by thirty
Odd perfects; where she belongs.

The maniacs inside her mind
Speed up undesirably as she attempts to drift.
Why would they be so kind
As to quieten, just for a minute. Or three,
When they could continue on terrorizing

Until she cut them out
But only in her grounds;

Eight hours remaining of this constant carnage.

The Path of TearsThe Path of Tears
A road walked in the years of the past
An unbearable sadness
The dropped tears shall fill our ocean

The Path of Tears
Walking a long way, we hope and we pray
My people's skin gets darker
A beacon to the white men

The Path of Tears
Our pride and dignity taken from us
Our home kidnapped and into unknown hands
Our land to be profited from

The Path of Tears
Leading to an unwanted home
The home of my spirit has died
As have thousands of my people

The Path of Tears
Leading me away from a stolen life
Leading me toward a new, harfer life
This is the Path of my Tears

Guardians WithinSkin etched with bleeding wounds,
Weary breath exhaling effortlessly,
I sit beneath this matured oak tree,
The bark is uncomforting as it caresses the back of my head,
Feeling broken within pain,
The struggle between our blades has left me scarred,
I can't see my reason to go on,
And yet looking at you, and how you are by my side,
It takes me beyond the hurt, and I keep going,
I drift and then I return, for agony flashed from my earlier torment,
I grasp it as I exclaim, eyes closed within the distress,
I later look up to the azure, the deep blue,
Apparently, only an illusion,

Sheets of of water pour into our surroundings,
Dirtyi

A Creaking GateIt matters not if sunshine is cast, or the moon falls.

If there is an absent breeze, or abrupt stream of gust.

Whether there are sweetened scents, or fallowed breath.

Iron.

Steel.

Wood with latched gates vicariously hum equal morbid melody.

Has one let their on mind run astray, held captive by it?

Conjured from an adolescent mind or apparition in ancient psyche?

Heard children sing and dance as they watch in torment.

Place your hands over the gate, and let it creek.

Whispers impending a oracles foresight into planes un-traveled.

Reality bends at the sound, wrapping your mind and light fades.

The creaking drones out slow, physics a

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by ~PheonixCrucifix, May 3, 2012, 12:23:35 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The poisoned vines that tie my mind up are too thick to cut,
I sharpen the knife for what seems forever but it's still too blunt.

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~Sigma-Echo-Seven May 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Minimalist and experimental. I like it!

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~silvertitan93 May 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This could describe so many things. Its amazing.

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~HappyCo May 4, 2012

can I recommend using song lyrics and doing pictures or typographies about them?

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~PheonixCrucifix May 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Not sure what you're getting at there, to be honest. What do you mean?

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~HappyCo May 5, 2012

well, here's and example: I listened to/fell in love with Single Perfect Raindrop by Things of Stone and Wood and came up with this: [link]
I'm still working on a bunch of pictures that are hand drawn about Exile Vilify. Since January.
Just listen to shitloads of music, trying new music helps me, and dry and dredge out some inspriation.

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~PheonixCrucifix May 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ohh, well that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I might just do that.

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*The-Hephaestian May 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Artist's Block, in a nutshell.

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