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 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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a                        
bit                          
of a                          
smile                        
on the                  
face of          
the night
                          bright sky

or a      
candle              
getting              
brighter            
as sweet          
   winking      
        stars go by
                           xoxox

       xox
xo
a half a
ghostly gleam        
partly covered by            
black veil xoxox          
xoxoxoxoxoxox        
xoxoxoxox
           xoxox


   gibbous
moon arises
wan and deathly
pale xoxoxoxoxoxo  
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo  
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo  
xoxoxoxoxoxo
­xoxoxoxo
     xoxox


full as a
great gallion is the
most important phase!
for she looks down upon
us with a tender, loving
gaze! the lady in the
moon a shining
beacon be

she pulls us and she stills us
and beneath her we are

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soulsurvivor

been on and off site
preparing for
Mother's Day

Have a great one all you
moms out there!

~~~
 May 2015
josin137
The moon and the sun,
When one is up, the other is down.
...
Just like our **love
We were always there, but we never meet.
 Apr 2015
Devashish Kumar
What if I tell you that
This world is going to end
And that end is not too far,
You probably won’t believe me.
Allow me to take you to a journey
A journey to the end of the world.
A world without a hint of greenery.
A world with all sorts of armaments but no food and water.
A world congested with people.
A world infected with diseases.
A hot world on the verge of a cold war.
A world with numerous machines but no fuel to run.
A world with no shred of humanity.
 Apr 2015
PrttyBrd
Sugar sand beaches reach the horizon
Water so far it is naught but a glimmer in the distance
Sitting in the warmth of that powder-like earth
The sun seems to set over a desert
Purple and pink in smoking swirls of Heaven
Sopping up the beauty in open pores
Ready to receive all that is offered
Watching the sun begin to slumber
As Luna's light begins to shine in bulbous splendor
The glimmer seems to twinkle as brightly as the stars as they awaken
Multiplying by the moment
Mesmerizing, as the lights seem to grow
The air changes, a little cooler now
The sand turns to black glass glistening in the moonlight
Slowly taking over the horizon
Watching the twinkling onyx reflect the night sky
Almost hypnotized by the melodic whisper
The only evidence of life within the breezeless air
As black meets gray, the warmth of the water glides further
Swallowing the shore inch by inch
Blanketing all as it comes upon its farthest outstretched reach
Bathing in the warmth of black water,
Stippled with the most brilliant twinkling reflections
Wrapped in the heat of the night
Consumed by the darkness, by the stars, by the very heat of the earth
Slowly, deliberately, the water rises
Basking in the beauty of a sea that came to greet all who care to notice
As the ripples and waves wash over the footprints
Erasing the day and birthing it anew
The moon smiles its bright smile
The sand swims by unseen
And the stars shine like the brightest diamonds
in the light of the moon
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 Apr 2015
Michael Humbert
She was the only lighthouse in a roiling sea of black

My rowboat upended
As the waves enveloped my screams

Gasping, reaching
As the foamy pitch swallowed me whole

CLANG mourned the lighthouse
Her yellow beam helplessly revolving

CLANG  *CLANG
 Apr 2015
M Crux Alexander
Who am I?
Alive at dawn
when hope is gone
cursed to forget
when the sun has set
a monster
a vampire
a thirsty wolf
in love with fire
Who am I
that cannot breathe
cannot see what needs to be
I want to bleed
it would be nice
to take a flight
into the night
end this life
that can't be mine
Blood & wine
Blood & wine
endless circles
in the bleeding sky
night comes quick
as a razor to skin
I open myself
to see within
to feel the sting
across my skin
self control
slowly sin
deface the temple
I live within
Sanguine satisfaction
for deadly rites
blessed blood moon
be with me tonight
041104~11.41a
fighting impulses, self-searching for meaning and peace.
 Apr 2015
cv
why search for constellations across the sky, darling?
when you have more beautiful and intricate ones
carved on your lithe body

why fawn over the stars in awe?
when you have those hazel eyes
that tell of so much tragic stories
but nonetheless, sparkle with ecstasy

why be amazed of planets and new discoveries?
when you, yourself,
are exotic,
unique,
and a puzzle on its own.
sleep, child.
 Apr 2015
Charlie
we slept to drugs and loud music
hopping in cars, drinking beers, cutting our hair
with stick and poke tattoos that faded and
lips that's touched each other's and the taste
of salt from tears and she's a sunset,
she's the greeting to the moon coming home
she's the safety and comfort of a lover and
the anger and hope of a parent

we fell to soft, kind boys at the same time
with bandaged hearts and arms holding to
each other for strength and love
with big ideas and dreams and
stars in our eyes to match and
i am the sunrise, the kiss goodbye when
he leaves for work or school or for
another woman and i am the joy of a
child for exciting news and warmth of a
mother for devastation and we're full of
so much love.

she the waxing moon and i, waning
and we compliment each other to make
one big light that floods the ground with
sparkles in our energy
for my soul mate boo-bestie-baebae: maddi
 Apr 2015
DaRk IcE
She howls at the moon in the midst of the night. Seeking lost souls trapped and screaming in fright. Her cries play melodies of melancholy trials lost, her spirit stolen callously at a grave cost. Roaming the dense fog on hallows eve Watching the dead rise, I'm sure many were known to be wise. As she so gallantly skips past ancient tree's they whipser vintage stories about Victorian times and all its glories. Tree leaves construct reenactments of ****** wars riddled of death and destruction among differences of the people, only wishing to gather and come together at the church steeple. Her howls are searched among the hollow lands above makeshift graves of innocent people seen as second rate, not suprising of their final fate. Beings born with no guidence for a undeniable ratchet societies views, she howls as she hears the news. Her ravaged heart however battered still beats, I am She Wolf.
 Mar 2015
Ant
A warning mist spreads
as the full moon casts its spell
beware of the moors
Haiku 5,7,5
H e l l o   t h e r e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
I   s u p p o s e   t h a t   I   a m   o n   y o u r   m i n d .
Y o u   m a y   t h i n k   I ? m   a   t a d   u n k i n d .  
A   m a n   w h o m   i s n ? t   s o   r e f i n e d .
A   t o t a l l y   i n t o l e r a n t   s w i n e .  
P l e a s e   t e l l   m e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   w a l k   t h e   h a l l s   o f   S c o t l a n d   Y a r d .
Y o u r   t h i n k i n g   r e a l l y   v e r y   h a r d .
O f   h o w   y o u ? d   l i k e   t o   m a r k   m y   c a r d .
Y o u ? d   h a p p i l y   s e e   m e   e n c l o s e d   a n d   b a r r e d .
P e r h a p s   t h e   t w o   o f   u s   a r e   t a r r e d .
I s   t h a t   t r u e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   t h i n k   d e e p   d o w n   y o u   l o v e   t h e   w h o r e .
T h e   o n e s   I   t a k e   t h e   t i m e   t o   l u r e .
A n d   a l l   o f   t h e m   a r e   f a r   f r o m   p u r e .
U n t i l   t h e   n e x t   s l u t   I   d o   s k e w e r .
Y o u   w i l l   n e v e r   b e   q u i t e   s u r e .
W h o ? s   n e x t   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

H a v e   y o u   f o u n d   i m p o r t a n t   c l u e s .
I t s   I   t h a t   g o t   y o u   i n   t h e   n e w s .
B y   t r y i n g   o n   t h a t   l i t t l e   r u s e .
M y   m a r k i n g s   t h a t   y o u   d i d   n o t   u s e .  
T h e   o n e s   t h a t   b l a m e d   t h e   b l o o d y   j u w e s .
I s   t h a t   s o   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   k n o w   y o u ? l l   n e v e r   s e e   m y   f a c e .
F o r   y o u     w i l l   n e v e r   s o l v e   t h i s   c a s e .
I   a m   t h e   m a n   y o u   c a n n o t   t r a c e .
A n d   s o   y o u   l o s e   t h e   f i n a l   c h a s e .
P e r h a p s   r e t i r e   i n   d i s g r a c e .    
Y o u ? r e   l o s i n g   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   k n o w   t o   c a t c h   m e   y o u   d o   p r a y .
A n d   m y   b o d y ,   y o u   w o u l d   s l a y .  
I f   o n l y   y o u   c o u l d   g e t   y o u r   w a y .
B u t   t h e r e   w i l l   n e v e r   c o m e   a   d a y .
F o r   I   a m   g o i n g   f a r   a w a y .
G o o d b y e   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .  

A n d   a s   y o u r   a g e   a n d   s i g h t   i m p a i r .
Y o u r   r e c o l l e c t i o n s   b e c o m i n g   r a r e .
T h e   c o l o u r   w h i t e   i s   i n   y o u r   h a i r .
W h i l s t   s i t t i n g   i n   y o u r   r o c k i n g   c h a i r .
W e   b o t h   a r e   f r e e   w i t h o u t   a   c a r e .
R e m e m b e r   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
    
A n d   s o   i t   i s   t h e n   t h a t   y o u   d i e .
F r o m   m o r t a l   c o i l   s a y   g o o d b y e .
W i t h   s p r o u t e d   w i n g s   o f f   y o u   w i l l   f l y .
U p   t o   y o u r   h e a v e n   i n   t h e   s k y .
A n d   f o r   y o u r   s o r r o w   I   m a y   c r y .
I   m i s s   y o u   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

P e r h a p s   i n   a n o t h e r   l i f e   w e ? l l   m e e t .
A n d   i t   m a y   w e l l   b e   m e   y o u   g r e e t .
A s   y o u   c r o s s   t h a t   b u s y   s t r e e t .
A n d   a s   g r e a t   f r i e n d s   w e   w o n ? t   b e   b e a t .
N o w   w o u l d n ? t   t h a t   b e   q u i t e   a   t r e a t .
M y   b e s t   f r i e n d   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e
Part of my Jack the Ripper Series
Posted 18 March 2015
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