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MarionetteStrung up in gold thread
Dancing to some other tune
The slave begs again

The branches reflect off the sky
Like a soft layer of reverie
Refreshing, revitalizing, a new rain nears
And the clouds are no longer gray

Distant memories become purified
Making the reality almost too surreal
All shimmers of the bitter past
Oh, how I wish such things would last

Wandering through the core
Seeing a existence that I haven't known before
The true identity of myself
Mirroring back into my orbs

Thoughts twist around and around
A nearing truth never to be found
Oh, how I wish that I could comprehend
And see at last beyond the winding branches again

For it shimmers a brilliant light for a moment
Into the dear

A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams

— Arthur Crow © 2012

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

Happy PlaceI lay on my back in a field of soft green grass

The shapeless clouds hover over reminding me that I'm still alive

The breeze rustles the leaves of the maple tree that shades me from the scorching sun

I feel so happy here

No worries

No obligations

Just me and this simple paradise

Who I am and where I am don't seem to matter anymore

All that counts is here and now

Then suddenly the world stops and I'm thrust violently back into reality

Just another droplet in the river of life caught in it's endless flow

Chemistry Lives

Our minds are glued to skin & bones
Attached to arbitrary forms
Souls borne through green and blue lives
Eyes colored, a chemistry like skies
At different times
Different lives

goodbyewhat did i do
i miss you
i love you

miss you

i should have tried harder
reponsibilty was mine
and mine alone
i should have been stronger
for you
i dont place blame
i only place it on myself
i desire forgivness
but i dont deserve it
i miss your voice
i miss your laugh
finding myself will be hard
without you near
if we meet again
know that i will always miss you
even through harsh words bandaged in pain
i wont forgive myself

Fear the Mayan?Fear the Mayan?
By Mongoose Van Dunkelschreiber

Fear the Mayan,
As they say.
Fear the Mayan,
What boney.
Fear the Mayan,
We are doomed.
Fear the Mayan,
I’m no silly fool.
Fear the Mayan,
Everyone’s in fright.
Fear the Mayan,
The sun burns bright.
Fear the Mayan,
We’re all done.
Fear the Mayan,
The world spins on.

Winter MorningOn this winter, with the snow white as lies
Crunching under my feet, and the air feels
As cold as the giant corpse that had died
On the sword, like his friend died by his heel.

Through the frost-crown'd woods I stroll, knowing trees
Like these had been cut to build th'Wooden Horse,
Housing the fall of both sides, and I see
The sun's hidd'n by cloud, still feeling remorse.

They lost their men beneath the now frost'd earth;
The disgrac'd giant, with sword in his gut,
Died disgrac'd, as far as the Greeks could see.
But from white death are born new colours,
Like red of th'Christmas suit and spill'd blood.
But does this man've burial

A Southern Desire

Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.

Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?

It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.

This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.

Hand-Me-Down ConfidenceA waste
keeping me here
unwanted, clinging to pretenses of expectancy

Why not just leave
waiting has hurt us
not to mention
what shall happen at the end of all this

All eyes on me
their fierce gazes pushing me farther into the floor
I need to stand taller
chin up, chest out

Confidence keeps slipping off my shoulders
like a hand-me-down jacket
it will never fit right

And the one who could lift me up
has not found anything worth looking at in me
warm chocolate eyes focused on more important things

A feeling of insignificance settles over me
ripping my jacket to shreds
falling to the floor in a pile of defeat

Every-Day Reality Triptych. Part I. CoffeemakersJanusz Grzywacz
Has created a cult song about a coffee grinder
Poets are silent, when it comes to coffeemakers
They lack of an olde-worlde charm
Of sentiment
They're just useful and overly functional
Nobody imbeds into their spiritual life
In the end they're not cucumber soup
They become attached so quickly to our habits
That we ignore them
And we remind about them only when we have to make coffee

But it will come the time
When the coffeemakers will make the quickest decision in their history
About noticing them
Just like small beings discovered by a good-hearted elephant
They will quietly clamor
We are here
We are
But they

The X-factor

She is the x-factor
The only individual
The one that is inconsistent
With that of the natural flow

They say that she is related
By the blood they can not tell
For she is the one that always hides
Shielding her heart from the shadows

If I could say that she is different
From all of the other rest
That would a truthful turnout
Of the lies that have set apart

Her heart is made of crimson glass
All marked and barred by steel
For without such a barrier she would just be
Not another x-factored victim deed

They have rejected her by the crowd
For she does not follow their mindset
Rather she would rather walk
Oppositely of their

aimlessI know there is a sea of words in my mind
and if I can be the moon and pull their tide in the most exquisite way,
I can make hearts ache with the beauty.
But I'm so aimless, for a moon,
and my sea of words won't ebb and flow
without purpose.
Having no limits means nothing without direction
and I've lost mine.

Une si belle mort"Quelle belle nuit!
Je n'ai jamais vu un ciel pareil, ces étoiles à l'infini, je crois que je connais chacune d'entre elles."
Je le regarde, avec un demi-sourire, je crois bien qu'il dit la vérité.
En tous cas il dit sa vérité, le vieil homme que j'accompagne, en amour et en amitié.
Il a créé son monde, un univers, un univers entier.
Et ses yeux encore pétillent devant tant de beauté.
Il m'a laissée entrer, une belle nuit comme celle-ci, et je suis restée.
Pas enfermée, mais libre au contraire, libre de tout rêver.
Ca fait maintenant de très longues années que nous regardons nos galaxies, nos planètes et leurs soleils naître, évoluer, exploser.
Mais un grand trou noir nous rejoint, il le sait et moi aussi, c'est bientôt la fin.
Nos mémoires disparaissent et engloutissent les souvenirs les plus légers, les fardeaux, les douleurs, l

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Jill's DanceConvulsing sobs shook her body,
Snarls and chants sang in her head,
Long arms grabbed at her through the veil of safety
Into her inner circle of protection and sanity.
This was her final dance.

A battle to the end against the beast itself.
None shall win without succumbing to it,
None shall lose without being consumed by it.
It's a dangerous game with only one ending.
A rotting carcass breathing foul breath into life's face,
A feast for the flies your body becomes.

Screaming she claws at the darkness that
Masks these horrors and camouflage death.
Yet she knows the truth and she quickly goes insane,
Hiding from the beast in vain

DancingAccept my apology once and for all.
Listen to my plea,
Watch me move,
Showing that I care the only way I know how.
My eyes are on you,
They're on you,
And I hope you see that you meant everything to me,
That you still do.

Your moving forward breaks my heart,
It's the only thing that lets me know time still exists.
The pain lies heavy in my chest,
Tears burn my soft cheeks,
But it's all I ever want,
All I ever need.

She's all I wanted to be,
She's perfect in every way.
She's all I ever asked for you,
All you need.
Forgive me for asking,
But may I have one more dance,
To end this for my heart.

Accept my apology once and fo

God's DefeatIt's the devils victory
And God's defeat.
While others cry,
Lucifer reveals in his power,
Horrifyingly turning her against Him.

She turns selfish in her pain,
Cold to the touch.
Her lips trembles with the anger she faces,
Anger for the world,
Anger for herself.
Bitter words escape her lips,
Violent actions trail behind her.
An unrecognizable force she has become,
Turning against herself in the end.

No thought to her actions,
Heedlessly she believes the devils lies
He whispers in her ear,
Making her numb with every word he mutters.
Dangerously she tilters on the edge
Of a blade of the knife,
It's large butcher's blade too b

Their VirtuesListen to the lost,
Take from their wisdom.
See as the blind do,
Act as those strong.
Break the bonds of humanity,
Steer the horse to your own destiny.

Breathe in through your lungs,
Breathe deeper and purer air.
Bask in the beauty of the green,
Smile at the fancy,
But admire the simple.

Create your own joys through your humble words,
Water the olive trees that line your path,
Don't neglect them,
Over look them,
Or kill them with fire.
Water them with patience and time,
Harvest them for the use of mind.

Ride the briny waves,
Embrace the change that flows with the tide,
Make yourself fluid,
Make yourself untamable,
Make y

The Domino EffectBreaking her bones again,
Crushing the hope she has,
One little silver edge.

Losing her faith again,
Lost in a maze of lies,
Never again will she see the light.

Drawn by her hand she dies,
Incrusted in diamond tears from her eyes,
The handles the only evidence she ever lived her life.

As the pendulum swings,
As the last second ticks
She's stared a chain with one flick of her wrist.

As the community falls at the hand of the devil,
As the broken lose hope,
As the strong lose their faith,
One girl changed their world with one deadly mistake,
Ending humanity with a suicide note.

FlamesThe flame flickers,
A subtle motion,
Shaking the earth to its core.
Darkness creeps,
Wind swirls,
Flames die.
The old flicker that was her beauty,
The heated bond that connected them,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
Broken by something so futile,
Yet so completely monumental.
The wind whispers,
The shifting world cackles.
Nothing last forever.

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Kawa

by =dawn181, Dec 8, 2012, 11:40:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

You told me water
Ran only in the summer
When wind currents stormed.

How can that be if
The earth always rotates and
The wind always blows.

Kawaby =dawn181

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

So I've kind of decided to unofficially participate in the December Form Challenge

Today the form is Sedoka and this is my rather mediocre take on it. (Haiku's may be the only fixed form of poetry I like, but I still cannot write a good one)

The Sedoka is a Japanese form. It centers around the
idea of Questions and Answers. The syllabic count is
that of haiku (5,7,5) and there are 6 lines, 3 in each
stanza. The content can be of any theme but one
must question or mention something in the first, and
then either contradict or answer in the second. It's all
about leaving you guessing and making people think. I have also
read that each verse should stand alone as a haiku. Others say
it should be one verse of six lines.

I think I did the whole question and answer thing 100% wrong. But oh well. Practice makes perfect I guess.

~~Oh and the title , Taiga, means river or stream in Japanese (at least, I think it does. That's what the internet tells me)~~ So I've been informed by you lovelies that the appropriate title for this piece is instead Kawa. Thanks my Japanese speaking friends!

^{You may not use this, under any circumstances, without my permission. Kawa (c) dawn181, a.k.a Taylor (me)}

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*Mumikansou Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

And I've moved this to the Haiku Poetry folder. Just FYI

=dawn181 Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Alright! (:

=dawn181 Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Alright! (:

*Mumikansou Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Taiga (河) refers to a "great river" and is used as a the "river" part in things such as "riverside" (河岸) and "mouth of a river" (河口). The word most often used for "river" in Japanese is kawa (川). It is used in most names of rivers and is the oldest Kanji of the word and, as you can see, it kind of looks like a river as well.

However, the complete encapsulation of "river" in Japanese is kasen (河川), which uses both Kanji for the word. Just thought you might want to know.

=dawn181 Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Huh, that's super interesting. I find it so cool how languages work like that. Thanks for letting me know.

_{I guess I'll be changing the title to kawa}

*Mumikansou Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No problem! And that seems fitting.

Great piece, by the way.

=dawn181 Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

*IAmPoetry Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm in awe of this one.

=dawn181 Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you(:

*TheDorsai Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think this is better than you think. I like it.

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