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Success can't sustain happiness

Failure can't sustain misery

Why bother!
 May 2015
Olivia Kent
Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay  

All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling,  Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.

Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.

A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******.
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.

To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.

Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV
 May 2015
Mike lowe
I want to explore the stars in your eyes
                               and
get lost in forever with the galaxies in your mind.
                                   Infinity will always seem impossible, to the average people.

                       We could
  creat a love that not even infinity
                     can contain.  

      But while I'm gazing at the stars you're too busy waiting for the sunrise.
○☆♢☆♡☆♢☆○
She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother
that holds her dearly
pressed deep within layers
crystalline veins
become fingers of light

beneath the surface
precious stone
purple points of symmetry
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams she remembers
She sends Her Heart
Heart Pure

She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother  
that holds her dearly
millenniums of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

layers upon layers of
bones, stones n' trees
leaves laden with mud
pressed dense n' deep
beneath the surface
orbs of precious stone
purple points of symmetry

crystalline veins
become fingers of light
tunnels of silver
copper and gold
milleniumms of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

stones trees n' bones
mud laden with leaves    
pressed deep n' dense  
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams She remembers
She sends her Heart
Heart Pure

fingers of light
Illuminating
the Warm Core  
Beating Heart of the Mother

  ☆○♢☆♢▪♡▪♢☆♢○☆

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
She Sends Her Love
A Mantra
 May 2015
Madeysin
I'll pin you up against a wall, because darling you're a masterpiece. And it's easier to bite his lip, because you're not afraid to let it bleed.
Make him moan, you won't have to say anything tomorrow. It's easy to fall in love for the night, he's not the guy you were dreaming of. So wake up & realize you're shallow, & empty. More importantly numb. This room a coffin, terrible wonderful ***. Getting rich off of fake love, never having to get out of bed. They say it started with daddy issues.
I hate this poem
 May 2015
ryn
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you are
|the lone guardian•|
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||           ><           ||
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standing regal over-
looking the ocean •
as your light spears
far over the echoing
ripples•i must have
misread your beckon
-ing signals•they had
warned me of impen-
ding doom •  should i
come too near to where
deadly rocks loom• but
strangely enough, i find
myself drawn   so much
closer• like a siren's call
that  could not  sing any
sweeter•now it's too late
to even look back  •   i am
now before you under skies
of black•torn asunder by the
ravenous rocks hidden below
• still I'm mesmerised by your
enchanting glow  • waters here
have been the      grave of many
hulls and bows • but...these last
few moments it's just me and you
••••as my love, my beacon,••••
••••••••my lighthouse••••••••
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 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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Once upon a time
In a land so far away
There was a wretched kingdom
Were a vampire held sway

He was very ancient
Handsome as a knave
Dressed in black and silken garb
Was said to be quite brave

But such a cruel creature
He devoured the towns
The soldiers were all petrified
Would not defend the crown

So the King of the castle
Searched both far and wide
For mighty men of valor
To defend the countryside

Finally up north
He found a daring band
Of golden headed Vikings
To defend his failing land

The company of Norsemen
Could not be laidback
They rallied their army
And decided to attack!

They put no garlic round their necks
No ash stakes did they carry
They knew not the vampire ways
And so they were not wary

But oh! What valiant men!
They made quite a sight!
Scaling the vampiric castle walls -
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT!

The vampire, Vlad the terrible,
Made a crimson flood
Destroyed every one of them
And feasted on their blood!

It was before morning
The darkest witching hour
Vlad finished dispatching them
His countenance was dour

Then a light came streaking
From the pitch black sky -
It was a Valkyrie!
She made a fearsome cry!

"You! Vlad the terrible!"
The ghoul looked up, aghast!
"You feasted on my Norsemen -
But I am here at LAST!!!"

The mighty female warrior
Shook back her golden mane
"You've killed many villagers
But won't do it AGAIN!!!"

The brilliant armored woman
Faced off the evil lord
He laughed, "You cannot slay me!
No! Not with that sword!"

"And for all your armor
What do you suppose?
Your sweet delicious throat
Is slender... and EXPOSED!!!

The Valkyrie laughed
She threw back her hair
She let fly her sword
It scissored through the air!!!

The dreaded Vlad was impaled
But NOT through his chest
Through his very garments
The great sword came to rest

To a TREE the monster stuck
Like a fly caught with a pin
He could not free himself!
And he saw the rising SUN!!!

He struggled against his cape
He'd have none of THAT!
But Vlad could not break the sword
So he became a bat!

Up he flew to escape his fate
But a ray of sun broke through
With an arc he burnt to spark
IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!!

The Valkyrie, triumphant,
Cried out, "it is I!!!
For when there is a battle,
I decide who lives and dies!!!

I decide the outcome!
Tis not by happenstance...
Won't see you in Valhalla
You never had a chance!!!

So ended the battle
The Valkyrie WON.
The outcome was decided...

...Before it was begun!!!


SoulSurvivor
5/6/2015
In Norse legand Valkyrie's decide
Who lives and dies in battle.

Inspired by The Masked Pimpernel,
From his poem entitled "Bloodbath"
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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Extemporanious
Off the cuff
We are freestyle
Can't get enough!

Write on!
Write on!
Throw away the notes!
Quit all the rewrites...
The headaches! The quotes!

Write on!
Write on!
Scribble a few lines
Essentially we're NEVER happy
With what grows from the vine...

Just put pen to paper
Let the ink be
Then make a paper airplane...

... let fly POETRY!!!

SoulSurvivor
This is not really a challenge.
It's more of a prompt.

Write FREE!!!

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