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RainRain trickles down my window pane
Sparkling glass
Crying diamond tears

Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph

Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Glistening dewdrops
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses

A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love

I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed

I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle

Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me

Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
An

My Forest AfireFire twitches and rolls like waves,
I see it eat away my trees,
Are the children hidden inside?
I notice their quick frantic waves.

I see it eat away my trees,
It burns and swallows hungrily,
Are the children hidden inside
Waiting for the land to vanish?

It burns and swallows hungrily,
I observe it swerve like a snake,
Waiting for the land to vanish,
My body trembles and spasms.

I observe it swerve like a snake,
Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
My body trembles and spasms,
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears.

Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
Are the children hidden inside?
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears,
Fire

Dream.Is it just me,

Or is it just you?

I don't know if it's true

So please give me a clue.

I don't know what to think

So please give me a hint,

Cause the way that you've been

Is too good to be real.

If youIf you were the sun, I want to be your sky
If you were the moon, I want to be the stars
If you were a performer, I want to be your stage

If I was the moon, you’d be the sun
If I was a leaf, you would be the gentle breeze that blows me away
If I was lost, would you look for me?

If love was the opening act, we’d be the main event
If there was a painting, we’d be the colors
If you loved me, my world would be all light.

Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.

Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart

The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time

The Moving StaircaseI look up at this moving staircase wondering just where it will take me.
It moves slow yet with so much purpose.
I put my first foot on and then my second feeling a little lighter.
I don't see an end to the the moving staircase yet I don't see a beginning either.
Everything seems a blur, or is it just me?
I begin to see images, of what?
I see my friends and family.
My loved ones and my hated ones.
I reach out to touch them but they fade away right when I get close.
I see tears coming from the eyes of the ones I care most about.
Why are they crying?
Why do they seem so sad?
The moving staircase seems to be going a little slower as I see myself playing catch with my dad,
Getting hit by a car,
Kissing my parents good night,
Hugging my friends as they comfort me,
The moving staircase moves faster as I see a gun at my head,
Hear a shot ringing though my ears,
Hearing cries from multiply people that have blended together to make a profound mourn of sadness.
The moving staircase stops to show

Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of her
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a wi

Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be

Burnyou've run blind for miles on inches i handed you,
cut the road to ribbons with your crooked teeth.
driving through the night with your lights off
like a strung-out junkie with an apathetic death wish.

you're setting everything on fire and i'm tired of putting you out,
this time i'll let you burn because i've got no fucks left to give.

you drag your cocaine fingernails down the hallway walls
like an asylum patient taking the time to read your horoscope in the chipped-paint Braille.
the vacancy signs in your eyes contradict the medicated Chelsea smile,
tomorrow they'll find you hanging from sheets knotted to your bed rail.

you've bl

Butterfly Kisses kiss my scars, baby

because i’m a bleeding heart

just promise me one thing,

please miss me when we’re apart.

Shock WavesFaces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the citie

If Earth Ceases to TurnWhen hell freezes and heaven burns,
When mountains tumble and Earth ceases to turn,
Where will you stand?

When the oceans rise and wind roars,
When the walls tumble and each breath is war,
What will you do?

When madness descends and chaos reigns,
When the plight of man cannot remain,
How will you leave?

When the ground rolls and splits underfoot,
The forests and cities burn, covered with soot,
Will you run?

When screams can be heard under the falling sky
And the whole world looks out from dead-man’s eyes,
Who will you be?

Nothing Like That MomentWhen with one hand
We hold each other's head
And with the other
We pull each other close
When our soft lips lock
Under passionately closed eyes
We embrace

It's that moment
That the world doesn't matter
Our worries, nonexistent
And all there is
is each other.

To Paint the MoonAnd now the days all stand still,
like trees after the wind of a violent storm
falls and dies.
A silent prayer hangs in the air
waiting
to be snatched up by some forgiving god.

Under the dark of the night sky,
no one is able to hear the strangled cry
of the unwilling sacrifice.
Her blood became
the color of your ink.

learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.

i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.

trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.

every release from my
heavy lungs
looks like smoke.

i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.

"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.

i imagine a tongue
unwoven, unbound;
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
words -
unheard by angel,
by beast.

my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
in fli

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The Passing

by ~RancidToxicity, Nov 16, 2012, 4:03:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

I hear Bells crying
In my head,
I hear Bells knell
For those passed.

The thrum goes on
For those left behind.

How often do you
Take the time to listen?
How often do you
Soak up that second to see?

This melody called life
Can you taste it? Hear it?
Inhale.
Spices enter your lungs,
Close your eyes.
The ocean envelops your ears.

You only have so long,
Do you spare time to listen?
Do you bring yourself to see?

The thrum goes on,
For those left behind.

The Passingby ~RancidToxicity

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Just a little something out of a stack of poems I wrote this week.
Freewrite, really, with minor editions.

~TheMoorMaiden Nov 18, 2012 Student Writer

I really like the lines:

This melody called life
Can you taste it? Hear it?
Inhale.
Spices enter your lungs,

There's something quite sensual about them, and I like that aspect of it a lot.

Personally I don't think your last two stanzas are quite as strong as the rest of the piece, but that's just my opinion.

If this were mine, I'd change them to just one little stanza with the lines: 'You only have so long,/ The thrum goes on for those left behind', as I do think those two lines are strong. ^__^

~RancidToxicity Nov 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I just realized I said the word 'poem' a hundred times in my last comment. Sorry about that

~TheMoorMaiden Nov 19, 2012 Student Writer

I didn't really notice, so don't worry about it.

~RancidToxicity Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much for the critique!
I'll actually fix up the poem since you suggested it. I believe you're right, the poem does sound better if its ending is simplified into those two lines.

Also, I'm glad you liked that part of the poem, it's my favorite part as well. It flowed out much easier than most of the poem (:

~TheMoorMaiden Nov 19, 2012 Student Writer

You're welcome.

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