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The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealed
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie

Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throne
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage

Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred

He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
Peering jealously
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and

*Skeleton Leaf*Skeletons in garden rubbish
Hard to believe they did flourish
Fallen leaves, surrounding trees
Gentle patterns blown in breeze.

Delicate vision of lacy leaf
Looked in amazment, disbelief
Beautiful, belonging to yesteryear
Nature at work, have no fear.

Time to lite, clear the ground
Smoke filled eyes as flames abound
Nature's magic has come full circle
'Till spring appears, thinking Myrtle.

2013 Delice1941
9th February2013

The True Death(Inspired by Chapter 54 of The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel; Book 3- The Sorceress)

Someone needs to remember
The person who loved
The person who cared
The person who lived

The person whose sweat
Drop by drop
Shaped his life
His future, his destiny

That future is now a past
His hopes and wishes
Are gone
But he needs to be remembered

Remembered for his deeds
Remembered for his misfortunes
Remembered for his actions
Remembered for his sins

He laughed, he smiled
He is now ash
He played, he worked
Now he's gone

He was varied
At times blooming and bursting
Other times
Sullen and depressed

His spectrum shines on

I Prayed For RainDear God,

I prayed for rain yesterday.
Rain to rinse the sprawling greens that lay across my home,
To wash the coats of the goats that graze there, so peacefully,
To clean the mildew from that rotting hut where the old man lives.
To cleanse my lips, for they are dirty with half-hearted lies.

I prayed for a warm, soft rain.
For a cold rain would make the grasses shiver and shrivel, and
the goats to mewl uncomfortably as they retreated into the darkness.
The old man would simply turn and hide in his aging hut of cold, cold stones.
And my lips? They would harden with the lies I coat them with.

I want a shower to dance in.
So the gras

*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.

Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.

Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.

Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious ma

Silent DeathOlder and wiser,
Knowing my pain,
Feelings remembered,
Severed the vain.
Long to forget,
Past to leave,
Into the distance,
Blood soaked sleave.
Feeling the cold,
Chilled to bone,
Darkness descends,
Stifled groan,
Vision blurry,
Curtains of flesh,
Closed the world,
Tears fresh.
Sounds ever distant,
Fading with time,
Silence at last,
The end of my rhyme.

IllusionsHow crazy these delusions,
That arise in sheer confusion
For half-asleep it sets in my mind,
An eternity where thoughts are unconfined
Sense it makes when in this state,
But soon a reminder follows
A quick awakening brings reality, returns normality
To this half-deluded mind
As if to ever find,
Some sort of conclusion
What is normality, but an illusion?

Are You Missing"Are you missing
anything?",
she sighed

-as she watched
the snow-ghosts
at night
with her hands
on the frozen
glass, leaving
fog prints
that pressed
and reached.

-as he sat quietly,
breathing in
that summer
rain.

The Unholy RiderThe unholy rider came,
To deliver you to mourning and majesty.
Discarded fate and desire drove him,
To that cold desert where you lay.

The ancient weapon at the ready,
He stepped into your faithful fortress,
Cold bliss and perpetual wrath stand,
In those timeless eyes of his.

White moon flew after summers set,
Watching for that moment of grace and glory.
His cloak flowed long and heavy,
Woven of shrieking fire and slumbering shadows.
His mare screamed in coldest night,
Mane ablaze with undying fury.
You waited, patient and silent;
For that unholy rider.

He raised a dark sword,
Flashing with flawed perfection.
You never shook

Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouring
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow

I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky

O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny

What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish

Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight

Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch

Lest it blo

BrughIn the dark depths of the dank castle
Starts the single solitary sound of the silvery notes of a violin
Flowed by the fluid feeling evoked by a flute
In the cavernous hall, filled with chandeliers and bedecked with candles
The Lords and Ladies dance lithely
Their magnificent magics mingling
Interweaving to create interesting, inspiring images
Top hats twirling, tailcoats swirling
Dark dresses of damask dancing.

Along comes Arrogance, alone
He hunts hungrily, high and low
For knowledge he knows he must find
But the result is radically, ridiculously different
From what, from who, from when, from why
All of these pale into a pallid

Neutron StarBeacon in the hollow dark
For ancient travelers of space
Once lit with a great birth spark
Now shines like emptiness' face

Many worlds she's seen arising
And many of them burn and fall
But without loving or despising,
Her light she gave to one and all

But then came a day of mighty fire!
Though cool inside, a light explodes
Out of nothing, arises a great pyre
As a Phoenix from a burning globe

This fresh inferno shortly lives
But all may witness from afar
How the galactic power gives
To Universe, a Neutron Star

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

Periwinkles and Black HolesPeriwinkles and black holes
Resting underneath suns as dark as coals
An arm signed by a razor
Caused by a heart covered in craters
A field of violet abyss
Swallowed by black amiss

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No Man Left BehindThe wind pounds sleet into my face, drenching me in freezing water yet again. My gloved hands clutch the rope tightly, the only real thing in the swirling blizzard. At a lower altitude, I'd have climbed with bare hands, but at this height, not wearing gloves meant losing fingers to frostbite. Despite my thick gloves, I can feel the blisters on my hands. My entire body feels numb, the heavy-duty Gore-tex jacket that I wear over two other layers of clothing doing little to prevent the chill from seeping in. I shiver, and suddenly lose my footing, stumbling into the snow.

"Careful," my climbing buddy, Mike, says, his voice muffled by his scar

NiggerWe raced together, you and I
Through those v a s t fields of barley and rye
Twirling and prancing
As free as the wind

Away from those of your violent kin
From those who look at me
With naught but scorn for my skin
For them, my mere existence be sin

I lay with you
In the shadows of that maple
Counting the seconds as they passed
Not knowing the peace couldn't last

They found us then
The two girls of harsh black and purest white
No, their fuddled minds said
No, this is not right!

The screams

The shouts

These Three WordsShe hears the words
But cannot accept them
That cherubic face
Those pearly eyes

Uncomprehending, disbelieving
So insecure of the blind truth
Why she can't see it, I wonder
I'm certain everyone else can

The mirror on her wall must lie
Jealous to the point of treachery
For how could it compare?
To that shining face, that flowing hair?

I whisper those three words
Slowly, deliberately
So that she may not doubt her senses
I whisper them so that she may know

I whisper them
And the blood thuds in her ears
What did he say?
It must not be true!

Each syllable rolls off my tongue
Sweet and innocent
As the morning dew
On a blade of

Flames of PassionYou walk through my flames of passion
Unscathed, unharmed
Unlike those
Who came before you
You take a step
And then another
Walking into my heart
With confident ease
You know how this’ll end
But still you dare
To change our paths
And challenge fate
Unafraid of the fire
That burns, out of control
Sweeping through with ease
You command it utterly
Engulfed in the blaze
At your prime, your zenith
You enjoy this
You exult in it
I watch in stunned silence
Mesmerized by your elegant dance
Bobbing and weaving out of the inferno
Flowing with liquid grace
Now the fire rages like never before
But you leap to safety just in time
You leap to me
And the fire boils down
To a slow smolder
I just hope that one day
The flames don’t side with their master
And turn on me instead
For then I will burn.

Pain (Cinquain Poem)Pain
Consuming, obliterating
Wracking my body
Please, make it stop!
Agony

The Price I PayThe price I pay
Is not the price that's fair
This shouldn't be
My burden to bear

I've been blessed
With things that I don't want
But I won't rise
To my Creator's taunt

I've sacrificed
What I've never had
I've sacrificed it all
For this triad

Injustice, Fear, and Solitude
I'm swept up, lost in the multitude
Staggering, uncertain, betrayed and alone
Wasted, sick, rotten to the bone

Maybe it's karma
Maybe it's fate
Whatever it is
It's put me in this state

I stare now
Into Fate's cold eyes
Into pain and suffering
Hearing long-forgotten cries

Searching for the truth hidden inside
For an answer, for verity
An autonomous gu

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Watcher of the Night

by ~Avix215, Oct 26, 2012, 8:40:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

He waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning

An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition

While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station

Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight

He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally

He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks

He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win

The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night

Watcher of the Nightby ~Avix215

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is...
Well, i'm gonna be honest with you. I have no clue what this is meant to be about. Just popped into my head xD
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=EvelynTaliette Oct 28, 2012 Student Writer

Nice job! I honestly can't find a single flaw with this- the rhyming is perfect, the story goes full circle, and the ending makes you want to reread the whole thing all over again.

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Thank you~

~Lightnin2011 Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thats beautiful!

and it kinda reminds me of slenderman

~Avix215 Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lol thanks!

~Lightnin2011 Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

yup!

*MusicAddict26 Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is a really good poem! I enjoyed reading it a lot!

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