vulpes - Hello Poetry

I lean towards the evening sun My body feels beloved and warm My arms hold tight the wind's embrace In leaves and blossoms I have raised When flowers dance to breeze's chime In golden dark and crimson shine And night creeps over land and sea As happiness and sunshine flee My petals leave this bloom of me And waltz to my last elegy.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC

vulpes

Evening Flower

I lean towards the evening sun My body feels beloved and warm My arms hold tight the wind's embrace In leaves and blossoms I have raised When flowers dance to breeze's chime In golden dark and crimson shine And night creeps over land and sea As happiness and sunshine flee My petals leave this bloom of me And waltz to my last elegy.

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I feel her on my skin Her eyes piercing my walls Her talons scratching my wrists Her lips caressing my neck Her arm is wrapped around me Her hair strangles me Her fangs dig into my soul Her desire engulfing me Her urges rising inside me I am hulled in her sweet bliss Her scent fills my nostrils As I taste my blood And embrace the void I created. And she Leaves me alone. Only to return Tomorrow

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC

vulpes

Temptress

I feel her on my skin Her eyes piercing my walls Her talons scratching my wrists Her lips caressing my neck Her arm is wrapped around me Her hair strangles me Her fangs dig into my soul Her desire engulfing me Her urges rising inside me I am hulled in her sweet bliss Her scent fills my nostrils As I taste my blood And embrace the void I created. And she Leaves me alone. Only to return Tomorrow

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On a lonely pier at night Thousand lights dance in the distance Me, I'm dimly lit by nothing But a lantern near my side. Bathing in its warmth and glory, I look up to thank my giver- rotten. eyes. stare. back. at. me. dead flames piercing i. freeze i run run run. I feel my body fall off the pier w a t e r I sink into the lake I eyed as my soul flees from my flesh the lantern suffocates its spark and i hear the screaming noises of a thousand burning flames endless choir of countless voices singing 'long the sounds of death And I Remained quiet.

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC

vulpes

Lake

On a lonely pier at night Thousand lights dance in the distance Me, I'm dimly lit by nothing But a lantern near my side. Bathing in its warmth and glory, I look up to thank my giver- rotten. eyes. stare. back. at. me. dead flames piercing i. freeze i run run run. I feel my body fall off the pier w a t e r I sink into the lake I eyed as my soul flees from my flesh the lantern suffocates its spark and i hear the screaming noises of a thousand burning flames endless choir of countless voices singing 'long the sounds of death And I Remained quiet.

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Warm waters ripple underneath my feet, Mist softly caresses my surroundings like a fuzzy blanket, Nothing but a warm wrap on a deathbed. I'm flying. The sea beneath my feet freezes as I descend upon it. A catwalk to my judging headsman. I refuse to walk. I fly. Without destination. Without meaning. Until you touched my hand and I turned around.

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC

vulpes

Ghost

Warm waters ripple underneath my feet, Mist softly caresses my surroundings like a fuzzy blanket, Nothing but a warm wrap on a deathbed. I'm flying. The sea beneath my feet freezes as I descend upon it. A catwalk to my judging headsman. I refuse to walk. I fly. Without destination. Without meaning. Until you touched my hand and I turned around.

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I once had a great friend in my childhood years Back when my world was two blocks wide A wise owl, hulled in a cloak of gray feathers Tainted innocence that once shone like snow. One day, she called me to meet her again, But all that I could find was a dying bird, A being closer to death than life itself. A friend that had only one last wish. To share her conscience. To preserve her knowledge. I foolishly accepted her humble request, Fully aware of the consequences it brought, Foolishly waiting to carry her learnings in me, But shocked to received far more than knowledge. Realization. Realization is a funny thing. For some, it is power or fulfillment. But if ignorance is bliss, Then I have been cursed. I never played much before, Until I was given a blade, Playing the knife game every day, To feel the cool edge inside my skin. It was Exhilarating. Like the sound of breaking bones, Noise that invades my mind, Like a broken record, Screaming out its elegy. I have been smothered. Between the weight of living And the weight of realization. Realization is not a destination. Realization is the end. And beyond that There's no beginning.

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC

vulpes

Wisdom

I once had a great friend in my childhood years Back when my world was two blocks wide A wise owl, hulled in a cloak of gray feathers Tainted innocence that once shone like snow. One day, she called me to meet her again, But all that I could find was a dying bird, A being closer to death than life itself. A friend that had only one last wish. To share her conscience. To preserve her knowledge. I foolishly accepted her humble request, Fully aware of the consequences it brought, Foolishly waiting to carry her learnings in me, But shocked to received far more than knowledge. Realization. Realization is a funny thing. For some, it is power or fulfillment. But if ignorance is bliss, Then I have been cursed. I never played much before, Until I was given a blade, Playing the knife game every day, To feel the cool edge inside my skin. It was Exhilarating. Like the sound of breaking bones, Noise that invades my mind, Like a broken record, Screaming out its elegy. I have been smothered. Between the weight of living And the weight of realization. Realization is not a destination. Realization is the end. And beyond that There's no beginning.

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But my heart is in shards.

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Nov 23, 2017

Nov 23, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC

vulpes

I am whole

But my heart is in shards.

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Chopin's Nocturne opus 9, number 2 A sonorous performance, The mellow yet melancholic undertones of the masterpiece reverbates through the meadow From the reflective rubato streaking past the flowerbed, To the passionate conclusion in a whim, echoing through the garden, The garden in which a willow rests Its twigs holding a chalice in its embroidering, Twines glowing in the shimmering of the silver moon, Its dark-red fluids seeping from the cracks It gazes through the dark crevasses for an eternity, A panorama of planets and stars dwindling to dust as it stirs its nebulas, Clouding its view as in parallel, Universes as large as needle tips deteriorate to nothing There's just naught, nothing, nothingness, The black mass piercing, Puncturing the veins of the solemn soul wandering through the canyon Rubato, stringendo, it walks its own pace and in its solitude The moonlight its guide, the music its guardian The darkness its friend The walls enclosed - an impasse clad in an aural hue descending from the stars An eternal mirror flowing accross the pond It took a gander in the deep lagoon and saw the galaxy unfold Sparkling candenzas fluttering through the sky like fireflies Ever abiding, expanding galaxies within the grasp of its cortex The moon flows, the stream flows The sound of drizzling water emanating from the distance Timeless endeavour snaps back to reality I found myself sitting in a dim-lit room, glass in hand The mellow taste of the blood-red wine A bouquet of fine grapes with cherry undertones In the corner rests the mirror I gaze in occasionally Seconds pass and I gazed into an abyss Minutes pass and I gazed into an abyss A murky shadow lurking Hours pass and I gazed into an abyss A murky shadow along two red stars Days pass and I gazed into an abyss A silhouette hued in rubescence grimacing with hollow eyes Weeks pass and I gazed into an abyss T H E E Y E S W A T C H M E W H E R E V E R I G O Months pass and I observed a whole new universe As I looked at the crevice staring back at me It smiled and reached its hand Years pass and I gazed into an abyss The opaque mass piercing my glassy veil as familiarity reminiscences A supernova of grief and destruction strokes my back, pinching my neck The willow is dead The moon is red A brittle chalice crusted with blood Then it fell silent and yet the nocturne faintly lingered in my head As I stared into the mirror for the first time in centuries It stared back, bearing the most unnerving grimace

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vulpes

Nov 18, 2017

Nov 18, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC

Niitiuu

The fellow reflections

Chopin's Nocturne opus 9, number 2 A sonorous performance, The mellow yet melancholic undertones of the masterpiece reverbates through the meadow From the reflective rubato streaking past the flowerbed, To the passionate conclusion in a whim, echoing through the garden, The garden in which a willow rests Its twigs holding a chalice in its embroidering, Twines glowing in the shimmering of the silver moon, Its dark-red fluids seeping from the cracks It gazes through the dark crevasses for an eternity, A panorama of planets and stars dwindling to dust as it stirs its nebulas, Clouding its view as in parallel, Universes as large as needle tips deteriorate to nothing There's just naught, nothing, nothingness, The black mass piercing, Puncturing the veins of the solemn soul wandering through the canyon Rubato, stringendo, it walks its own pace and in its solitude The moonlight its guide, the music its guardian The darkness its friend The walls enclosed - an impasse clad in an aural hue descending from the stars An eternal mirror flowing accross the pond It took a gander in the deep lagoon and saw the galaxy unfold Sparkling candenzas fluttering through the sky like fireflies Ever abiding, expanding galaxies within the grasp of its cortex The moon flows, the stream flows The sound of drizzling water emanating from the distance Timeless endeavour snaps back to reality I found myself sitting in a dim-lit room, glass in hand The mellow taste of the blood-red wine A bouquet of fine grapes with cherry undertones In the corner rests the mirror I gaze in occasionally Seconds pass and I gazed into an abyss Minutes pass and I gazed into an abyss A murky shadow lurking Hours pass and I gazed into an abyss A murky shadow along two red stars Days pass and I gazed into an abyss A silhouette hued in rubescence grimacing with hollow eyes Weeks pass and I gazed into an abyss T H E E Y E S W A T C H M E W H E R E V E R I G O Months pass and I observed a whole new universe As I looked at the crevice staring back at me It smiled and reached its hand Years pass and I gazed into an abyss The opaque mass piercing my glassy veil as familiarity reminiscences A supernova of grief and destruction strokes my back, pinching my neck The willow is dead The moon is red A brittle chalice crusted with blood Then it fell silent and yet the nocturne faintly lingered in my head As I stared into the mirror for the first time in centuries It stared back, bearing the most unnerving grimace

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I stand tall on a pillar of bones And I look towards the sky As magnificent wings tear open my back Emerging from my spine The splendour of these white feathers That I have been gifted for my efforts I will cherish them greatly For they are my new pride and joy I spread my wings and look down These bones I stand proudly on The lives I've sacrificed for my lord I did everything I had to for this gift I have slaughtered my enemies I have slaughtered my friends I have even slaughtered my family All for the glory of my lord I have assembled this tower of bones So I can become closer to my lord So I can bask in his grace So I too can become a god To swim through the skies And be free of the horrors of down below No sacrifice was too great for this moment I have finally broken free I throw my body off of my pillar With my wings spread, I glide I soar through the skies with pride I flap my wings and begin to ascend But I notice that my wings start to feel heavy They start to grow stiff My wings are turning to stone... My wings are turning to stone! Please, my lord, why is this happening!? I did everything for you! I gave you my entire life! Please, please, please, let me fly! I don't want to fall! I don't want to fall! I don't want to fall! I don't want to... Regardless of my begging I plummet towards the ground Engulfed in a ball of flames I am an angel of stone Sent down to the ground so soft My impact will bring holy fire I am the divine intervention To bring an end to those who walk the same path I did.

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vulpes

Nov 18, 2017

Nov 18, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC

meanwhile_0

"Wings"

I stand tall on a pillar of bones And I look towards the sky As magnificent wings tear open my back Emerging from my spine The splendour of these white feathers That I have been gifted for my efforts I will cherish them greatly For they are my new pride and joy I spread my wings and look down These bones I stand proudly on The lives I've sacrificed for my lord I did everything I had to for this gift I have slaughtered my enemies I have slaughtered my friends I have even slaughtered my family All for the glory of my lord I have assembled this tower of bones So I can become closer to my lord So I can bask in his grace So I too can become a god To swim through the skies And be free of the horrors of down below No sacrifice was too great for this moment I have finally broken free I throw my body off of my pillar With my wings spread, I glide I soar through the skies with pride I flap my wings and begin to ascend But I notice that my wings start to feel heavy They start to grow stiff My wings are turning to stone... My wings are turning to stone! Please, my lord, why is this happening!? I did everything for you! I gave you my entire life! Please, please, please, let me fly! I don't want to fall! I don't want to fall! I don't want to fall! I don't want to... Regardless of my begging I plummet towards the ground Engulfed in a ball of flames I am an angel of stone Sent down to the ground so soft My impact will bring holy fire I am the divine intervention To bring an end to those who walk the same path I did.

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I used to have a puppy, I rang a bell once before I fed him, every day, I knew he loved me even if he bit me every night, Until I couldn't raise him any longer. The puppy grew larger and larger and ate more. More. I rang the bell two times. More. More. Three times. More. More. More. I never rang the bell again. I lost everything and couldn't afford any more food. Then one night I abandoned him. Years later he came back home. A bony old stray dog. He looked at me with puppy eyes and I, I couldn't resist and fed him once more. Just one time before sending him out into the cold again. I held out my hand and he bit off my fingers. A starving animal will always feed. And I had nothing. He ate parts of me. I didn't let him leave. I cut the dog apart. And ate him. I felt alive.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

vulpes

Stray Dog

I used to have a puppy, I rang a bell once before I fed him, every day, I knew he loved me even if he bit me every night, Until I couldn't raise him any longer. The puppy grew larger and larger and ate more. More. I rang the bell two times. More. More. Three times. More. More. More. I never rang the bell again. I lost everything and couldn't afford any more food. Then one night I abandoned him. Years later he came back home. A bony old stray dog. He looked at me with puppy eyes and I, I couldn't resist and fed him once more. Just one time before sending him out into the cold again. I held out my hand and he bit off my fingers. A starving animal will always feed. And I had nothing. He ate parts of me. I didn't let him leave. I cut the dog apart. And ate him. I felt alive.

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Grab a feather to heal your heart. Grab some light feeling a suns spark. And a small feather can release dark With intent you'll fly like a lark. Grab a feather to take off like bird Grab some love to integrate loves word. And a small feather comes as bird’s gift. With prayer in peace you’ll drift.

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vulpes

Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC

star-bg

A Feather

Grab a feather to heal your heart. Grab some light feeling a suns spark. And a small feather can release dark With intent you'll fly like a lark. Grab a feather to take off like bird Grab some love to integrate loves word. And a small feather comes as bird’s gift. With prayer in peace you’ll drift.

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