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Post by Illusionary Blademage on Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:23 pm

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Post by Zerifachias on Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:32 pm

Thanks for ruining my scam.

Nobody else said anything until now.

You just had to be that guy.

I'll have to kill you now, you realize.

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Post by Illusionary Blademage on Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:34 pm

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Post by Masquerade on Mon Jan 30, 2012 10:46 pm

The Sanctuary

In the deepest, darkest depths of night
full of everlasting fright
not for those with faint of heart
by specters ripped and torn apart.
No glimmer, not a speck of light--
hopes and dreams placed out of sight.
Only worries gnawing at the mind
and worthless fears to make you blind
will fill this void, the coldest space
a mostly cruel and uncaring place.
It'll make you see what isn't there--
vivid torture now laid bare
of which the mind will pray to forget
to erase the sorrows and all the regret.
And just when the brightest rays of sun
peek out from behind the grand horizon,
the beautiful golden beams of light
are swathed in the darkness of eternal night.
But no slumber comes with this time of day.
Only nightmares come to stay
to brutalize you from the inside out
and fill the mind with perpetual doubt.
They'll obstruct every path of life.
The shadows seek to shroud in strife
the young one who wishes to get away
but is captured again by the decay
of the fearful thoughts that aim to destroy
every single moment of possible joy.
The moon and stars are hidden by
the clouds that aim to conquer the sky
to keep one lost within the dark
through which the bravest would not dare to embark.
So where is the light within this land
just a beacon--a helping hand?
A place to rest the weary soul--
a place where one can gain control
of the myriad, seething, writhing thoughts
that placed a facade over what should be sought.
The sweetest slumber that one deserved
the future hopes that should be preserved
from being lost or overridden
by the foulest things that keep them hidden.
The light is closer than one would think--
you cannot miss it if you do not blink.
Don't give time for those fears to retrieve,
stealing all that you truly believe.
Fight through the darkness, there's always that one
who waits for you and summons the sun
to cast away the cynic's blight
which grants the clearest, unburdened sight
allowing the experience of utmost delight
no longer fearing for the night.
And if your thoughts may be contrary
just know that there's always a sanctuary.

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Post by Silver on Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:39 pm

Childish Dreams

Sitting here, wide awake
nothing ever seems to change.
Lost in unforgiving ache,
familiar feeling oh so strange.
Tears of sorrow, my eyes do fill;
No recollections to recall.
Surfacing memories bring sudden chill,
and more streams of pain do fall.
Dreams and wishes I look back on,
when eyes were closed, and mind was serene.
Now those dreams are dead and gone,
lost to all who may have seen.
Murdered and drowned by innocence's fall,
my eyes wide open; My heart is broken.
Now I lie, both weak and small,
with these words that were left unspoken.
Sitting here, wide awake
nothing ever seems to change.
My childish dreams have yet to fade,
I'm left alone to face the pain.


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Post by Masquerade on Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:02 pm

Horrid

Farewell, it is time to part,
oh dearest one with shaded heart.
Blackest blood, through veins it flows;
a nightmare act, so grandiose.
Storm clouds billow in the breeze.
The cold wind brings one to one's knees.
Fleeting thoughts of memories past;
the seething regrets, away they're cast.
Too weak to view the ones you've hurt?
Broken bodies beneath the dirt?
A bloodied knife thrown in the trash--
stabbed too many hearts; you were so brash
with actions driven by pulse most tainted
across one's mind the moments are painted.
For those undeserving, they're now dead.
For those who died, no tears are shed.
You say 'lay waste to the source of sinning.'
If so, this act should have a different beginning.
Instead of countless victims your knife does claim,
you should be the first, for you are to blame.
Into your gut, your neck, your eyes;
"She caused many pain, and now here she lies."

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Post by Masquerade on Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:15 pm

For The Pure Soul

The soul isn't shattered, just merely lost
from the aureate sunset to the morning frost.
When the dawn sun's rays uncover the blood
from a pierced and wounded heart that's misunderstood.
Filled with regret that there was no precognition
of a cycle of unrequited love beyond recognition.
Forced to love and never hate
pacifist by nature, never one to debate.
Over and over the soul had to endure
endless forms of the harshest torture.
At the periphery of everything, the soul had shied
ever nearer to the lonesome wayside.
Again and again it came to love without a chance
for it was overlooked and rejected in each circumstance.
Never considered for love, it was not deserved
but in spite of the sadness, it remained calm and reserved.
Its heart was stabbed with thorns and thrown in the dirt,
but as long as they were happy, there was no way it could hurt.
Their angry, sad, and anxious words were heard
by the soul who listened and always preferred
to carry their burdens, to alleviate their pain
despite the unimaginable, unbearable strain
it placed on the soul with no reprieve
forcing the soul to fall, break, cry, and grieve.

So there it lay upon the ground
emotionally shaken and far from sound.
The soul begged for strength to continue on
to be battered and beaten by others as was the song
of the poor soul's life up until the moment
that the built up stress was the most potent.
But through the pleas, it came to pass
that the strain was laughed off, the whole horrid mass
of tormenting troubles and sinister strife--
the undeniable plagues of life.
And so the soul's heart was healed, though not all the way
it took the soul of another with a perfect display
of kindness and care and a heart so pure,
and a mind filled with wisdom, so strong and mature.
This other soul could not withstand to see the one so broken
unable to get out what needed to be, but otherwise remained unspoken.
So the pure soul listened to the first without a second thought
in hopes that the first would finally cease to be distraught.
And it worked beyond the wildest belief
which allowed the first soul to feel some relief.
But it was more than relief that this soul now felt
for there was also new love in the heart where despair once dwelt.

An untold passion, blazing red
no longer shall those tears be shed.
With newfound courage, I'll set you free,
and when I fall, I know you'll catch me.
We'll gallivant across the land
just two innocent souls, hand in hand.
Together onward, we shall go
and when the day is done, I'll let you know
that I want to hold you close to me.
There's no one else with whom I'd rather be.
This love of mine cannot be quelled
for in those gentle hands of yours I know you've held
my once wounded heart now fully mended.
With your support, my troubles ended.
Through the best of times and even the worst, this statement shall ring true:

I love you.

Your sweet nature caresses my very core,
simply this, and nothing more.

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Post by Masquerade on Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:39 pm

Mere Means to a Final End

Delusion of brilliant days
pressed by spring warmth's kiss
Injustice in everything
quaintly dreaming, oblivious
Thriving paradise, in ignorant eyes
realize not the absence of life's true bliss
Faltering world under the weight of lies
something there never was, they cannot miss

Shadow's hand upon the heart
the touched one's soul does fade
Their advancement brings about a river of trials
through which they all must wade
Just too much, and with loose ends tied up
spill forth the crimson essence, a farewell bade
Life melody ceasing tune, an eternal rest
Yet the world continues turning, no note delayed

Blind to thieves in darkness
they will lose what's dear
Reveling in tattered world's remnants
their vision becomes crystal clear
Overwhelmed by the grasp of despair
regrets of every unshed tear
Dragged into the throes of chaos
means to an end, most mere.

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Post by Silver on Sat May 12, 2012 11:05 pm

That which will never be

My heart to you,
Shall fall through your hands.
Slip through your fingers,
And proceed to shatter.
But you shall not notice,
You will pass me on by;
And I will stand there,
moments replay in constant loop.
Standing there until I realize
That which will never be.

My heart to you,
Did not fall through you hands.
Nor slip through your fingers,
But shatter all the same.
You did not notice,
And did pass me by;
Yet now I know,
All the reasons why.
Standing there when I realized
That which will never be.

My heart to you,
Fell freely to the ground.
Broke to pieces before my eyes,
And at first my eyes deceived me.
I thought you stood,
With arms wide open.
But I was wrong,
For you passed me on by.
Left me standing there to realize
That which will never be.

My heart to you,
Should have been yours.
But the simple fact is:
I am not yours,
Not lost as I long to be.
And you will never notice;
Nor will you hold me,
As you do in my dreams.
You will not know what I do of,
That which will never be.

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Post by Silver on Sat May 26, 2012 10:09 pm

Memory Lane

Take a trip down memory lane
Come with me, take my hand.
I came on in to your world
With worries only you could understand.
You called me over and smiled,
Asked me if I'd stay awhile;

Take a trip down memory lane
Come with me, take my hand.
I chose to sit and stay with you
And watched as life began anew.
You wrapped your arms around me,
We became a family, just us three.

Take a trip down memory lane
Come with me, take my hand.
A family of three, the two of you and me.
Closer and closer we quickly became.
Memories to be made, filled with laughter.
Soon I forgot what would come after.

Take a trip down memory lane
Come with me, take my hand.
Now 'after' is finally here,
And the words are catching in my throat.
Tears are streaming down my face,
As you give me your old place.

Take a trip down memory lane
Come with me, take my hand.
I don't want to see you go,
Deep down I surely know:
It is time for you to leave,
And I really shouldn't grieve.

You're not leaving, you wouldn't dare.
No matter where you may go,
You've made sure I'll always know:
You're never gone, no matter what;
You'll be here, in my heart
Just a walk down memory lane.

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Post by Silver on Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:39 pm

Finding Myself

I once led a life dictated by others,
My rules left unfollowed in the stead of another's.
I was prodded and poked and primped and polished
'till my image was fully and thoroughly abolished.
I was pushed here and brought there,
My life was easily a public affair.

I yearned for the freedom I had never known,
Oh how I longed so for a life of my own.
I dreamed a life in the nights gone by,
Always I would wake up with a sigh.
I thought that I would never know,
Oh how I believed I was lost to this woe.

I broke free, one faithful day
And ran till I felt it was safe to stay.
I sang and I danced and I cried with glee,
So happy was I, to finally be free.
I never did stop, least not on my own,
And I never would have, had I not fallen into unknown.

I was tripping out, spinning around;
Yet I kept on falling further down
I awoke in a strange upside down daze,
My vision still spinning, mind lost in a haze.
I was freaking out and and crying out loud,
Yet there was only happiness to be found.

I had not noticed until much later,
After my mind had cleared, and my knowledge was greater.
I climbed back out from the unknown,
Fortunate to have found a life of my own.
I was able to find life itself,
After I went about finding myself.

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Post by Silver on Mon Jul 09, 2012 6:06 pm

Torn by the Sea

Off the port and past the coast
The sun shone down on one town the most.
And in the town, the town by the sea
Once was there, a small family.
A man fit for work on the water,
Young wife, so kind, and their beautiful daughter.
Happiness fluttered in their humble abode,
Though trouble could be seen, just down the road.

The sun did not shine on that faithful day,
And the water bound man chose not to stay.
"So long, my darling, I'll be back soon."
That's what he said when he left that noon.
Little did that poor woman know,
Her husband would never again show.
She sat through the night to see his return,
Her brow permanently furrowed with concern.

A visitor came the very next morn,
The message he brought caused the wife to mourn.
Lost was her love in the forsaken water,
Alone was she now, to take care of their daughter.
But live on without him she could not,
Nor take care of her daughter, she was distraught.
Depression sunk in and thoughts filled her head,
And so she left home, destination unsaid.

The daughter went after the grieving other,
Only to watch as the waters took her mother.
A stone bound by rope, tied to the woman,
Brought her down under, never to be seen again.
From that moment on the girl stood alone,
Left to fight and fend for her very own.
And this tale was spread by those that knew she,
The girl whose parents were torn by the sea.

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Post by Silver on Thu Jul 12, 2012 1:36 am

Cerys' Lullaby

The lights are fading, the sun is falling
Hold onto me, listen while I sing.
Close your eyes and let yourself fall away
And when you wake again they'll be here to stay.

Soundly sleep here, in my arms
Tranquility, you will feel no harm.
Dream in my care of the peace that will find you
Awake to find your dream come true.

The lights are fading, darkness surrounding
I'll hold you tight, continue singing.
Shadows such as these can not pierce my light
While you're in my arms I'll continue to fight.

Soundly sleep here, in my arms
Tranquility, you will feel no harm.
Dream in my care of the peace that will find you
Awake to find your dream come true.

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Post by Silver on Sat Aug 11, 2012 10:38 pm

Hanging

I reached for you, held your hand
You pulled me close, squeezed me tight
Sweet nothings whispered in my ear
Fluttery feelings, love

Our hands woven tightly
Your fingers entangled in my hair
There's a sparkle, in your eyes
There's rosy pink painting your cheeks

I'm lost in you, feels like falling
Clinging desperately
So afraid of losing my grip
You're too good to lose just yet

But... what? You're... fading?
No! Please don't go!
I reach out for you
But spite, no longer can I feel your touch

Free falling, my arms flailing wildly
And then... feeling?
Grazing something... familiar?
It feels like you

Still I fall, but there's also you
A calming feeling
Relax myself and take ahold
Grab your rope

Your embrace around me, is still felt
I wish to see you, darling
But you are lost to me
The image of you seen no more

Yet still I feel your loving touch
Holding your rope
And it seems, I'll be okay
No... more than that.

Hanging from your rope this high above
It's just like before, when I grabbed hold of you
Remember? You pulled me close, squeezed me tight
You whispered with an unknown warmth; I clung to you and all you are

Hold me tight, so I don't fall...

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Post by Silver on Mon Aug 13, 2012 3:43 am

Made of Glass

Chitter chatter, gossip lover
When I enter a room
There's a grin you smother
Change the subject a little too quickly

You can't hide from me...

Look at me and then back away
Hide your face with a mask
From your conversation stray
Don't want me to know what you've been saying

I know what you were saying...

Cover your shame, petty liar
Say what you will, I heard
Everything you said prior
I'm stronger than you give me credit for

I'm not made of glass, no sir.

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Post by Silver on Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:42 pm

"Woah!"

I once knew what it was to love.

I'm fairly certain I still know,
But love is not here, just an empty hollow;
In this moment I have not heart to show.

But it's not lost, no, I know where to look.

It's in your hands, the heart of mine
With yours it's been intertwined.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

See, it was made for you and only you.

You'll have it till the day you die,
Even though we've said goodbye.
And we both know the reason why.

If you wake up missing me, I'm right there.

Heart in hand, you'll know where to go.
And I, in turn, will follow also.
You'll run back to me and a kiss you'll bestow.

All I'll be able to say is "Woah!"

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Post by Silver on Sun Aug 26, 2012 8:17 pm

Smiles

A smile is just a smile,
This I've come to learn.
It's become hard to discern,
What one really feels.

My smile is no different.
This I've always known,
Turns out I never was alone.
Everyone else is just the same.

We all smile through the pain
Of scars ripped open once again.
We smile every now and then,
So tears from our eyes won't shed.

A smile is just a smile,
Our mask to hide the pain.
It's a way for us to feign,
So it looks like we're okay.

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Post by Silver on Sat Sep 15, 2012 10:32 pm

i dont know how

bruised is the apple of your eye

wounded by your very own hand

scarred each mark a memory

tortured by what youve said

harmed brutally by what youve done

abused thanks to everything you are

damaged far beyond repair

utterly and entirely misused

ultimately broken because of you

i dont know how but i still love you

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Post by Durn on Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:32 pm

Over the Bridge

He told me once,
About how I sowed
That infant seed of resentment
Into his heart.

And back when we spoke,
About how he anchored
That tousled and tangled noose right
Around and cross my throat and nape.

And he advised me twice, after the first,
To never

not in the least

dream again
Of that long gone esteem
We tossed into the seas so lost.

And then he spoke in tongues,
Tongues so familiar and so acquainted,
Yet so far away and gone with the wind,
About how he’d water that seed.

And then he looked at me with
Those eyes so bitter-green and gone,
And stung such a sour feeling his words would make:

That seed of resentment,
So deep and so personal and so hateful,
Would grow so dead but so true a tree,
And from its branch, said he,

I would hang.

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Post by Durn on Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:35 pm

Fours in Death

A crimson rose, a clove
So devastated but still blossoming,
Still blossoming and flourishing
That is a flower:

Temporary, yet essential,
That blood red that keeps it coursing,
Keeps it alive and important,
Remembering that it blossomed and went.

A first leaf, red as the bud, bloody
As the flower’s calice drains itself of all color,
Of all color, all that one color:
That blood red that keeps it coursing over all four,
All four petals in death.

That sunset-mimicking, sunset-posing brooch,
It’s that flower that rests itself upon the dead man’s
Chest:

That blood red that keeps it coursing goes gray,
Goes gone and away,

And then the dead man dies
As it pours down as it may.

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Post by Durn on Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:36 pm

Eccentric Psychoanalysis of a Family Man's Last Thirty Seconds

Shriveling throat-frost and sharpening tongue,
The valves, the throat, entrancing each with a blistering,
Benumbing chill that rips and bites and rips
At my breath and my air.

The hum and whisper, it runs and courses
And carouses over and behind my
Nostrils, once, twice, and thrice and
Every five seconds once more, the hum
Whispers no longer its
Harp and its drum.

The beat has stopped and
My heart has throbbed, bursting and
Overflowing with the silent beat of
An existence frozen over by winter winds.

The windows fog and my eyes soggy and
Breath-defied breath-lightened heart cannot
Breathe. The left lung falls and the heart collapses and
Cannot breathe and cannot breathe and cannot breathe because
It died and still lives, yes, still lives in the cabin,

So frozen shut and welded into a prison, so oaken
So aged and so trapping I scream.

But I cannot breathe and cannot breathe and cannot scream.

My eyes so mudded and sogged and soggy and I can’t even see more than I can’t breathe.
I claw and I claw and I claw them and the sour taste
Just keeps running back to me, back
To the roof of my mouth where it just won’t come out.

I won’t move, my legs won’t move, but I move
So little and so painfully. After the next evening-day-morning-I-don’t-even-see-what-the-time-day-morning might be. I don’t
Mind the legs nor the eyes but that stringent
Stringent taste that just won’t come out

It won’t leave me.
The tears, they freeze my shriveling throat-frosted vocals,
And it’ll burst and burst and, unharmed,
But still bursting with that one feeling that, that I
Can’t even feel anymore because I’m too dumb to even think.

And everything, everything everything so finally comes
To that inevitable untimely-time death splatter and my foggy
So foggy so soggy fog mudded
And sour-stained heart; can’t see.
It’s all red and red and what’s blue-green-orange red it’s all red.

All red and red on my cheeks so pinkish like
That one frostbitten maiden so dead since last week so frozen
Almost as frozen as that dog from two weeks earlier.

I am alone so dead, so alive but not breathing and sour-tasting
Stringent alone and dead.
Alone atop in the midst of the Everest and atop the Appalachian in this cabin I will freeze.

I matter. I am at the top, alone frozen and freezing but miserable and sour.

That’s okay. I’m at the top.

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Post by Durn on Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:38 pm

Deathbed Bells

We’ve never met.
Me, and her, and those
White-lined checkered pale-
Hospital vanilla corridor floors.

I can’t remember the color.
The only color was for naught – nothing.
And her eyes, a grayish green-amber, maybe
Hazel blue.

They were colored. Some color.

In that folding chair, I saw and heard.
I saw the blood drained and blood drawn. I heard the beat and
The drum-rum rhythm of her heart.
That manufactured, not-something-natural, but
Hospital-like vanilla heart.

She came to, and my eyes found hers.
She looked, and she stared red-iris dried
And stained of tears and of terror.

“Are you sure we haven’t met?”

Her lips cracked and whispered, and
Yawned and turned. So lost and so forsaken
By those white-lined checkered pale
Hospital vanilla corridor floors.

“No. I’m sure.”

Not like this.

I sat, and I stared back at those some-colored,
Some-shaped eyes. With the white-pale,
Vanilla floors. And her skin, and then I fell.
I fell over her and I caressed that skin, that
White-lined checkered pale skin, so akin to
Those hospital vanilla corridor floors.

I told her she was fine.
And then visiting hours were over.

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Post by Silver on Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:01 pm

Obsession

I cried when you started to walk away.
A life without you was too much to bear.
(I love you so, I wish you would stay.)

A broken heart formed when I watched you stray.
All alone, with nothing left, in despair;
I cried when you started to walk away.

My life is falling into disarray
Because you and I were the perfect pair.
(I love you so, I wish you would stay.)

When you yelled, my world turned to shades of gray;
I felt lost and broken beyond repair.
I cried when you started to walk away.

Your harsh departure made my life give way;
I yearn for you and your passionate stare.
(I love you so, I wish you would stay.)

If I was in your arms I'd be okay
Cause when you hold me I'm no longer scared.
I cried when you started to walk away;
I love you so, I wish you would stay.

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This took me sooooooooooo long to write! Stupid villanelle! :<

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Post by Silver on Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:48 pm

Adieu

Feeling like a fool
since I fell for you.

Honeyed words, false glances, tricks
of the trade–those games you played–
The ones I've come to know so well.

Realities' icy touch stirred the restless
dream.

Shuddering sweetly, slumb'ring
softly–quiet resistance–
Shifting in sleep to remain.

A look at my paradise–
the one lost to void.

Burning deeply, so very
strong. The flames extinguished
by one misstep. I sigh. Alone again.

Now you've gone I feel the pain:
Feeling like a fool.

Is it really time to say
goodbye?

Adieu

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