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It's nice to know I can no longer look to you for comfort
It's a pretty great ******* heads up
 Mar 2016 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
Mirrors are jealous creatures of candor;
beauty is reflected on a pane of self-hatred.
We are forever at war with ourselves.
Don't tell me this isn't denial.
 Mar 2016 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
...

"This is a big dream, it may eat you up."
I do not flinch in the face of chaos.


(Forecasters)
I counted as seven gods
ascended the iodine skyline.
We all call them "misfortune in the flesh."
They waltz in pairs but the very last is a composer;
Seven deities promised the sun would catch scarlet fever.
We danced to the music to summon fate and disorder,
building a coffin in the middle of hungry waters,
The sun is our noble sacrifice in ruby robes;
So lets just hope the sea was starving for fire.

(Brew)
Metal ghosts slip among the sky
and lock like iron gates to form an army of grey.
The weight of sober clouds are intoxicated with turmoil,
Unbalanced weight, scales faltering, "no sudden moves please"
Obsidian giants collect the welkin until it boils over
the edges, the pillars, the cage
Why does the dark taste sweeter?

(Beautiful downfall)
The raindrops are ashamed
of the bitter liars we're all becoming;
We've succumbed to narcolepsy by the hand of water;
within the jaws of hurricanes we were consumed,
teeth formed by the angry fingers of the wind
thunder rejoicing as the land buckles down,
rain feasting on the earth in ecstasy
hail and rain are merciless foes
lightning still swinging,
morbidly screeching
chaotic smile,
a sword,
a single,
a cut.

Yes,
I am the one
(☔)
who fed the sky
my name.
...

I guess my only company that night
was the black umbrella.
It's kindness was it's very own ******,
and I have always known better.

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 Feb 2016 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
Rotten turquoise hangs like
that promise I made to a
dead man.
I can hear the stars wailing
is heaven a truly peaceful place to rest?
In the fields of grief I found you,
picking dead flowers,
because you couldn't stand the sight of them
anymore
I asked you,
"Do you hear him?"
and the words fell like fists
into your silence,

"I died all alone."
What a pity.


© Copywrite Skaidrum
 Feb 2016 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
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 Feb 2016 LycanTheThrope
Skaidrum
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"No one likes your poetry because they don't understand it."

"Congratulations, welcome to reality."
.
I write for the soul fading out of my own skin.
I am not a popular poet.
 Feb 2016 LycanTheThrope
Nicole
she lives among the stars
a galaxy in her own being
drawing in each person passing by
making them fall in love,
with her eyes
and the stories they tell
with her body
and the magic it creates
with her soul
and the music it sings.
she is unknown to them all
but they still fall
harder and faster than ever before.
because she is a galaxy in her own being
a beautifully intricate mystery,
that they will never solve.
Talk about the way I loved you
Once upon a time!
I will always be kind to you,
But keep your valentine.

What good would come of an empty notion?
I won't sop in your love potion.

Keep your hearts of candy handy,
You might need a snack.
Wrap it up in cellophane,
Send your entreaty back.

We had our time, you had your shot.
Let's just be friends, or maybe not.

I can't think of reason one
That I should take the chance
On trusting that you'd ever change,
No, I am not entranced.

Learn the meaning of good-bye.
Walk away on down the line.

Don't look back, don't dwell upon it.
Give it no second thought.
To be clear,  I'm not mad with you,
But feelings can't be bought.

At the close, there's this to find -
I don't want to be your valentine.
I wrote the componants to this poem in early January. About halfway through, I realized the rhyming pattern of the verses had changed from alternating to four lines of couplets I worked on the arrangement to break the couplets into beidges between the larger verses, and reworked the content for continuity. I was going to keep sitting on it till the 14th of february, but I think it's ready to send out. This one really was just a fun write. It is not super serious.
Later on, I might play around with it and turn it into a song.
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