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The DarknessThe Darkness
Dark is night,
Dark is fire,
Dark is the absence of the light,
Dark is a deep desire,
Night is calm,
Night is wish,
It's not something you can hold in your palm,
Night is the blackest of the pitch,
Black is the absence of colour,
Black is not always empty,
Black makes the waves of your body flutter,
Black is as black as it can be,
The abyss is darkness,
The abyss is strange,
The abyss leaves you helpless,
The abyss may have you forever changed.
Love?L is for left alone
O says I'm on my own
V is for vanished hope
E means the end of the road
H tells that heart is broken
U is for words unspoken
R is for reason why
T asks just for one more try
S is here to say goodbye
MindtravelClenching his delicate fingers and looking into his eyes, I almost felt like I'd faint. I did black out, but awoke in what appeared to be outer space.
I thought I'd die of the said asphyxiation that made you lose breath, but I didn't. I was breathing just fine. I thought I was alone, floating in this lovely space, but I wasn't.
He was right in front of me, black eyes gleaming in the sun. He extended his hands like he did before we appeared in this place. I held them and looked into his eyes.
Within those eyes, I saw everything. The truths behind lies, the feeling of being brought back to life, what truly happened before and the cloaked truths that were never before seen.
We let go and everything faded back to the room we were sitting in. I was poisoned, but that was merely a remainder of what was left of him. I'd remember him by this poison.
Birthday PoemBirthday Poem
Spring is a delight,
Summer is nice,
One year dies as a new one takes flight,
Your warm as fire but not cold as ice,
May your journey lead you to the best of things,
The birth of you is something to hold dear,
Take life that's fit for queens and kings,
Happy Birthday to you with a raised glass of beer!
My HeatYou mean everything to me
My heart has been locked
But, you now hold the key
My heart has been broken
I can hear it's pitiful plea
I want to love you
But, please don't hurt me
You have shown me a love I have never seen
Innocent and beautiful
You're what my heart has been longing for
You pull me out of my darkness into the bright light of your love
All I can do is thank the big guy above
I've been given a second chance on love
That's as beautiful as a white dove
I'll love you for forever
Hopefully always together.
By: Raven Star
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledMy favorite colors
The ones I haven't seen
The ones dancing from inside lightning shafts
Tiddling the sky
My favorite language
One spoken with the eyes
HE made them for me, solely
So i don't forget my home
When I get there she'll find me
Dressed in my favorite colors
The ones I've never seen
Then she'll say hello
Her lips never moving
ExpectationI can do it
no I can't
make up my mind
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
I think I can do it
I think I can't
WHY CAN'T YOU NOW?!
I said I think
I don't think
I can make up my mind
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
WHO HOLDS UP THEIR BARGAIN?!
How about some cigarrettes
for the ride on home?
did you tell him?
yes I did
except for when where
what time going to and
going from and
GO FUCK YOURSELF
YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM SHIT
ANYONE ELSE WANT TO
FUCK ME OVER
I'M SUPPOSED TO HANDLE IT RIGHT?!
I am willing to offer
although I might not
I might get back to you
in a few seconds
days hours weeks
THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF
WHO ELSE HAS THE TIME
TO FUCK ME OVER
I'M AS PEACHY KEEN AS EVER YOU FUCKS
Now I can do it
Now I made up my mind
Now give me those cigarettes
Now I know I can over
GO FUCK YOURSELF
FUCK YOU ALL
HOW ABOUT YOU'LL EXPECT ME
TO SHOVE A PUMP UP YOUR ASS
AND I'LL MAKE THAT PROMISE
A LOT MORE THAN ANY
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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