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Uncertainty

I can't remember the last time we talked,
last conversation i stood and you walked,
away from my heart,
to my chest a poison dart,
lock all the doors and trash the key,
and then that there is the last of me,

toxic dagger in the night,
you'll never see the light,
the dawn of day,
is just so far away,
from the nightmare holding you,
dragging you through,
can't you hear the knell,
****, you're going down to hell,

to stitch a shattered heart,
you can't even start,
inevitable outcome,
ruined and outrun,
on route death-row,
innocence won't show,
Azure painted sky,
its about time you die,
Scarlett dyed vicinity,
in ruin for infinity,
pain from a lash,
atmosphere full of Ash,

come read this lament,
think of my heart's false content,
struck by a soul,
mindset control,
reluctant demise,
successful surprise,
undead reign,
excessive blood stain,
a brill decease.
crimson flow release,
depart my love,
holly and white dove,
an unhealthy strife,
covert peace in my life.
"The Twilight Thief"

Light will leave the shining sky,
Night on a cycle- rebirth and die,
Glance upon this twisted place,
Trance- emotionless blank face,
Dead- her life now has been souled,
Red are the words that made her cold,
Her heart now beats but lacks a flow,
Stir the water- down the red river they go,
He stands above- black blind vacancy,
Free no more- depart, shall we?
Bone talons grasp-- a fatal choke,
Stone are the bodies-- they should not have spoke,
To tell-- time ticks away the clock,
Few make it out from beneath the rock,
Sold are the lives-- many sit in grief,
Old is the tale- I told it brief,
Bold are the acts of the Twilight Thief...
All the words to my heart they bind,
The chemicals are out of sync,
Chopped down broken link,
Stopping all my flow and show,
The poetic words fight into the pen they go,
All being smoothing to one tone,
Facade of stone,
A genius drone,
Emotion built bone,
Cold mountain air that's dead,
Foundation crashing down like lead,
The tower has seen is day,
The castle rebuilds in order to stay,
The colours flash in a magnificent array,
you closer to its core,
The world in your hands witnessing life cannot bore,
Upon you the powerful force will be infinitely bound,
So heavy and strong that you stay on the GROUND.

Above in the sky with ultimate freedom to fly,
The symbol and signal that in theater one will die,
The RAVEN it sores in the shadows of life,
Screeching above striking through gravity like a knife.

The skies they grow black with the terrible roar,
AMIDST the chaos the raven will soar,
Up high in the world the beast will fly,
Its darts and it dashes above clouds in the sky.

The winds oh they change and turn the bird's fate,
Pick up VELOCITY and turn before it's too late,
The creature how it moves and seems to float,
The sailors of sky-- an aero-feathered-
Wrecked and Broken.

What has the world here come to these days,
The hype of some worry is just getting enough sun rays,
To fit in-- to be liked-- to be one of the group,
Doesn't even matter when they don't keep you in the loop,
They just keep saying about all this news,
Battle after battle-- is there any that man doesn't lose?
With the drugs and the hatred and the guns in the street,
Say something wrong and someone will get beat,
People act stupid and make up their mind,
One bad decision-- to life that poor record will bind,
What can you do when its all there about to occur,
In 1-2-3 seconds into motion blur.
These people do things beyond my comprehension,
All of them leave the house with the same intention,
"It won't be me"- out the words the drop like lead,
By the end of the day the very same teen is dead,
The endless acts the plague my vision,
From one stupid little avoidable decision,
All I'm here to say is put the thought before you play,
Wake up tomorrow early and plan out your day!
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I am from coffee,

from warm mugs and caffeine.

I am from the water in the pool,

Cool, soothing,

heavy scent of chlorine.

I am from the chattering birds

the buzzing summertime bugs

all the sounds hypnotically inducing sleep

every warm evening whilst drifting into dreamland.

 

I'm from support and jokes,

from Mark and Susan.

I'm from loud-talkers and long-laughers 

and proud people,

from tradition and habit.

I'm from He was looking out for us

with unconditional love

and the memorized word in His name.

 

I'm from Shovel-Town and the Little Town,

hidden stale crackers and homemade cappelletti.

From Papa's white hammock

for napping on Thursdays,

the playground and pond and church along the walk.

 

Under the layer of dust is the photo book

preserving the people long past,

a stream of days before my time

to ignite curiosity all throughout my mind.

I am from those people and friends--

the twists and turns and decisions they made--

shaped from the very same stone from long ago.
Adaptation and personalized version of I Am From
On this very day so dreary,
While I wrote poetry weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, there came a tapping,
As of some one gently r-r-r-rapping at my bedroom door.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'rap-tapping at my bedroom door -
Only this, and nothing, oh I say Poe Nothing- more.'

This is what happens when we improvise Edgar Allan Poe. on dark days.
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