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SeptemberI don't know why,
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,

I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,

Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,

Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years togeth

I Want To Fly Ever So HighI lay in a field,
On a blanket,
Looking up at the sky,
What a cool fall day,
What a lovely sky,
I wish I could fly like a bird
And be ever so high
I want to touch the clouds,
And feel so free,
I know it will never be,
No reason to stop dreaming,
It passes time,
And makes me feel so alive.

Sunday MorningPoles hung like partial crucifixions,
Throw out lines to catch congregations
of small chattering birds,
Irreverently waiting for a miracle.
A lone seagull coasts through the grey,
Searching for the Atlantic,
that rocky shore a thousand miles away.
Will you settle for a lake
that imagines itself an ocean,
or pine until you are dust
for the salt-stung air?

ConfessionsMy throat is choking
Closing shut at the thought of these words
I'm choking on myself and I can't breathe

Although you're far away
I can still imagine you here
Where these words would choke me to silence

Tonight I'll use these fingertips
And send these thoughts intentionally
I'll rebuild what I've destroyed
I'll be better than I was before

How will you love yourself?You have too much insecurities and

too many judgments on yourself

That blocks acceptance.

Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-
We watch the others run:
Our race is a different game.
Not as much a contest,
More of an art

So take my hand in yours
As we begin this masterpiece;
Without opinion -
Pure beauty
Pure love.

perceptionwould you cease to be awed by the ocean by a drop of it?
or gaze at the night sky with less wonderment because of a single star?
you would not fault a river by a single bend,
nor the wind and rain for the shape of each stone.
we have such a fractured perception of ourselves,
we see individual parts and pieces,
and we hang our worth on the smallest curve or line.
we weigh, we measure, and far too often we find ourselves wanting
but look into the mirror,
and see instead how each line falls together,
how each piece you perceive flows in to the next,
constructing a singular and unique creation.
a building is not judged by a single br

Born Of A FlameIt all started...
With a spark.
One that ignited
The first flame.
A flame
Whose red-hot light
Blinded those
Who witnessed its creation.

And with it,
Heat and cold emerged.
Light became separated
From everlasting dark.
Life arose from within,
Shutting out
Eternal death.

The first in existance
Claimed dominance.
Took up the rolls of
Leading the future waves
Of new-born beings
Across a world
Of stone, fire, and steel.

One after they other,
They forged onward.
Dirt smeared across their faces,
Cracks in their skin running deep.
Together they worked,
Tirelessly slaving
As brothers and sisters,
Toward bettering
The land around them.

Creating, fo

I Wish I Could FlyYou are part of the memories
That I wish I could erase
And I always see your face
Because it haunts my very dreams
So I hope I can finally say
"I'm happy I'll never see you again"

Alcoholic tastes feel so fine
My nightmares scream one last time
Cause I want you out of my life
Since you've done more damage than good
It makes me wish I could die
But I just can't drive

Blue blood squeezes through my eyes
Blackbirds flying in the sky
I wish that I could fly
Because then I could be free
From everything that you say
Oh well good day

So I hope I can finally say
"I'm happy I'll never see you again"

You take the piss out of everyth

Indecisive SicknessHow much more can I take of this?
Can't I just leave this alone
Like I have for a year and a half?

I'm going to fucking explode
I want to smash the face of the earth
Rip its heart out and burn mother nature to the ground

Where the fuck did all this come from
You were in the wrong
But perhaps I will always be wrong in everything as well

I want to call you a demon from hell
But when I look back I suppose we were both that type of thing
Wolves cloaked in the blackest night and wading through infants blood

On the bridge of despair
Approaching the dark crypt meant to imprison us for eternity
Pull out the shackles and snap us in
Lock us down un

Scarlet PulpThump

Do you hear it?

Thump

It hammers against your chest.

Thump

Do you feel it?

Thump

It smacks against your breast.

Thump…

Thump…

Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.

Thump…

Thump…

Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.

Thump

Do you hear it?

Thump

Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.

Grief of a GhostThe light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?

All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue

Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace

As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist

I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my f

Dance of DeathThis Dance that keeps me to a beat,
Sweltering under the heat,
This Dance that keeps me in the cold,
This Dance to which I'm sold.
This Dance of Death,
To which I'm bound,
Always spinning 'round
Set me free,
I cry,
Let me be,
Icy Fingers,
Grabbing my hand,
Forcing me to stand,
Dance, dance!
My world spinning,
My senses battling,
My last cry,
It's time to say,
Goodbye.

Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.

Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.

Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity

The bloody red shoesEvery where I walked
Following a path lain red
Where everyone talked
And I listened to what was said

Where the limestone met gravel
And the gravel met dirt
In the grave yard of hell
Full of the dead ones words

I wore the shoes of crimson
To walk the beaten path
Waiting for the one
To end the worlds wrath

Angels and demons made of stone
Folded hands in prayer to some god
To leave me all alone
Drifting through the fog

Laces white but faded
Sunny rays all gone down
The one the angels hated
The awful wrenching sound

Soles eaten through and worn
Souls crying in the wind
Stained with crimson gore
The shoes on till the end

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The Curtain

by *HeadmistressMercedes, Sep 12, 2012, 11:48:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Rain.

Crystalline curtain.

Freshness ever-falling.

Dreams encased in diamonds.

Enchanting.

The Curtainby *HeadmistressMercedes

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 *HeadmistressMercedes

The next entry in my poetry anthology, in form of a cinquain, about the rain, something I love dearly, but the Maritimes has had far too much of lately.

A cinquain is defined thusly: Poetry with five lines. Line 1 has one word (the title). Line 2 has two words that describe the title. Line 3 has three words that tell the action. Line 4 has four words that express the feeling, and line 5 has one word which recalls the title.

Comments and critiques are always welcome! Please share your thoughts, I does loves to hurr 'em!!

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~theWitchofGrich Sep 14, 2012

beautiful

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank yew, dear ^.^

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~theWitchofGrich Sep 14, 2012

you're welcome

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~Winged-Wolfie-Chibi Sep 13, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

When it starts to rain outside, I like to go for a bike ride. I think everyone enjoys rain in different ways. Some like to fall to sleep to it, some love to watch it, I like to dance around in it.

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, I always love to take walks in the rain! It's such good imagination fuel! I pretend I'm a lost explorer and I've stumbled upon a camp of runaways in the woods ^.^

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~Winged-Wolfie-Chibi Sep 13, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Exactly! And then I have my pet Pikachu toast some chickadees!

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

...stay away from me.

Always.

Never speak to me again.

Unless you come armed with an apology.

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~Winged-Wolfie-Chibi Sep 16, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

*evil laughter* NEVER!

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*HeadmistressMercedes Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Go fall in a pit and stay there.

Always.

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~Winged-Wolfie-Chibi Sep 17, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

No problem, I'll just have my Pidgy fly me out.

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