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Evan Crow Jan 2017
Never let the voice that whispers softly in your ear .
Dictate the direction of your soul.
As in his embrace you find passion but do you know truth?

Make no diffrence between the two.
For a fools logic often allows passion to blur the reallity .

For in blood promises writen agreements seem easy till the price need be paid.

Locked doors will not shield you from a end simply create your tomb .
On full moons and othet dark ocassions often there is light even within the darkness.

Did the promise not live up to the truth my dear.
Did that temptation just seem to sweet to deni .
We can ignore are nature but we are carnal animals just the same.

Death finds us empty as alone we must enter to whatever may be .
Never make promises your not willing to keep.


And so in your demise the whispers softly as they were spoken from a forgotten lovers release .
Were still lies just the same.
Luke Nagel Jan 2017
Hung by aching twine,
She rests in silence.
Shadowed eyes sinking into leather skin,
Like craters dredged into stone.
Born from the trembling fingers
Of a withering spirit,
Colors bleeding deep into a tortured canvass,
With brushstrokes harsher still
Than the coarsest grains of blackened sand
Or the whetted edge of a spiteful blade.

With malice and fervor
She studies the room.
The magnetic draw of her malignant form
Capturing the pensive gaze
Of every visitor in her domain.
What began with timid laughs
Of misguided reassurance
Turns into anxious peering
Over quivering shoulders,
For a hesitant view.
Just one subtle check
To rid the feeling
The feeling that someone is watching.
Watching with wicked intentions.
Repeating a desperate mantra
"It is just all in my head”
Repeating a desperate mantra
“It is just all in my head”
Jade Melrose Dec 2016
Little birds often fly to me here
whisper in my ear and tell me
about the sapphire skies, endless fields, and flowing rivers
out there.
Out there, the wind kisses your cheeks
Out there, the music from the trees sings loudly, with harmony,
along with the bees
Out there, there are no walls
no fences
no shackles
nothing from keeping you free
But I wouldn't know any of that
sitting here,
with only a little piece of heaven mocking me. unobtainable.

Believe me, I've tried.
Bruised feet, ****** hands, bleeding back, all gifts I received
And when you are like me, you know when to stop trying
They have strong whips
Yet day after day my little friends make the impossible trip, flying higher and higher
until they can bite the celestial morsel with their beaks
In my dreams I fly with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks
But when I wake up I am greeted by the familiar smell of dirt and concrete

So when they forced me up this morning
clanking with ease
I was relieved
I could feel a gentle breeze as I floated onto the scaffold
I smiled
looked up to the same piece of hope
I hear voices but I can't understand them
my head is already half-way up in the clouds
When the necklace is placed
I see my friends circling above
The next second the ground is far beneath my feet
And I'm flying with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks.
SabreLi Dec 2016
The day is here, my time has come,
I feel myself growing numb
How I longed then for the gift of expression
I look above but see no sky,
I look below and there I lie
Caught in this moment of deep admiration
Like most things from the past
I’ve learned it will not last

I hear my name and look around,
My friend walks in, I have been found
It’s times like this your best memories emerge
"Do not fret" I say from near,
I look at him, he does not hear
Why now is there no meaning to words?
Absorbed in tears, he sinks below;
"I wish you well, I have to go"

My last breath escapes from me
And I am gone –
For now at least

"Although I’m gone, my dear friend,
I’ll be with you until the end…"
I now find the words I needed before
But like most things, it came too late,
This life is done, my next awaits
Still unaware what I was here for
"We’ve been so close; I know you well;
There is so much I want to tell…"

Now I can see, I’m not blind any more
There’s a light ahead, I’ve opened the door
"I’m so close to peace, so close to calm,
So close to never feeling harm…"
I hear them calling, it is my time;
Do not fret, we’ll both be fine
I’ll wait for you on judgement day,
Although for you that’s far away,
Now I leave you, I say goodbye;
Do not worry, do not cry"

My last breath escapes from me
And I am gone –
Eternally.

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written at a difficult time I was going through; imagining the reaction of a friend who would be left behind if I took rash action helped to ground me and to put things back into perspective.
SabreLi Dec 2016
How things change; I’m not a little child any more
No need for someone to hold my hand
To shield me from the truth
No more reins – I’m all grown up for sure
Now I’m ready to understand
The bitter feuds of my youth

Lately we’ve gotten so close
I feel like I’m losing the one I love most
How can it still hurt so much?
We’d only just got back in touch
And I’m losing you again

They say lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice
You and I know that’s not true
I’ve already lost you before, that’s not luck of the dice
You shouldn’t have to say goodbye more than once

I won’t make it back in time
But that doesn’t change the way I feel inside
Wherever you are now you’re fine
It’s so hard to grasp all the time that went by
Look at it this way; it’s better late than never
We’re not so far apart, I’m just south of Heaven

How things change; you’re not there any more
You won’t be there to hold my hand
To shield me from the dark
No more reins – you’ve moved on from here for sure
Now I must understand
It’s okay to be apart

I’m just coming to terms with the thought
That of all the battles you’ve fought
This one finally defeated you
It wasn’t fair the way it treated you
And now I’m losing you again

They say lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice
You and I know that’s not true
I’ve already lost you before, that’s not luck of the dice
You shouldn’t have to say goodbye more than once

I won’t make it back in time
But that doesn’t change the way I feel inside
Wherever you are now you’re fine
It’s so hard to grasp all the time that slipped by
Look at it this way; it's better late than never
We’re not so far apart, I’m just south of Heaven.

Copyright © 2016 SabreLi
Written after the loss of a family member who I hadn't had much contact with prior.
SabreLi Dec 2016
I had no idea
Until it happened, how much pain I’d feel
Each and every day
I think about you, ‘bout what I would say
If I got another chance
But chance ain’t on my side
And no matter how hard I try
I just can’t get you off my mind

I keep trying to be a bigger person
It’s not working, inside I just keep hurting

And through your rose tinted glasses
You may think that the grass is
Greener on the other side
And so you say goodbye
Think it’s your time to fly

But colour doesn’t always mean
Beauty, hope and evergreen
So I cannot let you go
And the harder you pull
The harder I will hold

If I could turn back time
I’d do whatever that would save your life
I’d stay by your side
Remove the pain and tears from your eyes
If I got another chance
But chance ain’t on my side
And no matter how hard I try
I just can’t get you off my mind

I keep trying to be a bigger person
It’s not working, inside I just keep hurting

And through your rose tinted glasses
You may think that the grass is
Greener on the other side
And so you say goodbye
Think it’s your time to fly

But colour doesn’t always mean
Beauty, hope and evergreen
So I cannot let you go
And the harder you pull
The harder I will hold

All I feel is guilt
Stuck in the shadow of the hole you built
Wish that you were still
Around me but I know you’ve grown your wings
You won’t get another chance
Cause chance has left your side
And no matter how hard I try
All that’s left is to say goodbye

Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Written after the loss of a friend who died by their own hand.
<soft spoken intro>

Descended to the pit,
and threatened the Seven,
demanded back He,
the light of heaven...


Threatened curse upon life,
no more babies born!
Sent back with her hero,
but cursed for Her scorn.


And there's no light...

<musical intro>

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

loud
And I'm prowling...

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

louder
OUT AT NIGHT!

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

The shades come calling,
darkness crawling,
heroes fallen,
females sullen...
and, uh, and uh,

<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant

...there's no light.

Louder
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

<musical break>

And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

Where is the Sun?
Pain has begun,
fearing the One...
heroes fallen,
Nightmare calling...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light.

Raised of the Earth,
from blood in the dirt,
screams to be heard.
And there's no light...
...there's no light.

THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!

There's no light...

There's no light.

AND I'M PROWLING...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!

There's no light...

...there's no light.
Ishtar, Astarte, Easter threatened the gods with a curse on all mortal life stopping babies from being born and rising the dead to inhabit the earth if they did not give her back her lover.

They did as she asked and the vampire was born.
Amanda Shelton Oct 2016
I woke with chills
shivering down my spine,
like a scratchy shadow
clawing at my skin,
I trimmer from within.

My fears consume
and devour,
as my mind goes sour.

These night’s I fight with monsters
from my nightmares,
deeper and deeper
I slowly approach
my darkest dreams,
only to find my tortured screams.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Happy Halloween everyone. This one's written just for the creepy holiday coming on October 31. I am excited.
Mozalios Sep 2016
When you look at the night sky
see my despair
And dream on
to remember when you wake
because I'll be there
The ghost of despair
This poem is from my book "The dark poetic march" (TBR 2017)
I wrote it because I hope that those who cause despair remember the agony they have caused.
Aaron LaLux Sep 2016
Las Meninas

Dementia makes a great creator,
sacrifice your sanity for the greater splendor,
it’s interesting how insanity makes a great inventor,
all the greatest were/are/will be crazy now and forever,

just ask this to Francis Ford Coppola the director,
or bat ****t (no disrespect but pun intended) Christian bale the actor,
or Vincent van Gogh who cut his ear off all creative geniuses are tortured,
so I suppose Picasso's no different in his portraits of torment as a painter,

what a mad medium the Expressive Arts are,
as if every artistic creation is it’s own emotional provocateur,
a window to the soul of a lunatic lit by the light of the moon,
and shown through the manifestation of a painting in living color,

abstract dualities uncovered,
a crack in the cement of our foundation,
the wooden frame of our reality begins to splinter,
like window panes in the winter open to interpretation,

ascending,
up a spiral staircase into the attic of an artistic addicts mind,
find some time then misplace it,
then replace it with a twist of fate and sprig of thyme,

face it fate is what we face when we're outta excuses and out of time,

I’m,

writing words,
like oil painted on canvas,
in a race no one wins,
even those with the most advantage,

brush strokes,
art works,
we are all tainted,
just look,
at Picasso,
and all the pain he painted,

this is the ballad of the obscene lick the palette clean and get wasted,

drunk in love,
under the influence of,
colors of pastels and multi tones,
high off life,
we’ve got a show tonight,
but for now I write in verbose undertones,

at the Picasso Museum in Barcelona,
in an insane world only crazy love seems sensible,
with Jay and Beyonce they say the circles get smaller you go,
and we’re at the top of the pyramid circle so small it’s a point at the pinnacle,

paining portraits in our own ways,
some sing some dance some actually paint,
and I’m not the Devil that that accuse me of being,
but I’m also not exactly a patron saint,

paint,
a portrait of this torture,
name,
it ‘Maids of Honor',

create,
an entire series of misery and maybe it will be your zenith,
make,
Hell as beautiful as Heaven & then when it’s finished call it Las Meninas,

then release it all and they will call you a gothic prophet an artistic genius,

love the art,
but not the artist,
love the hate,
but not the haters,
love heart,
but not what it harbors,
love the work,
but not the workers,

people love,
what they’re told to love,
like people love Picasso,
because that’s what they’re told,

rarely is greatness recognized,
while the artist is still alive,
no one wants to take the time,
to truly appreciate and recognize,

and speaking of time I know I’m late,
but better late and I apologize for my lateness,
but a true creative type can’t be rushed or hushed,
so please if you want to receive you must have that virtue called patience,

life is the canvas passions the paint it’s time for action let us paint this…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Picasso Was Fckn Insane... ∆
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