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Love tainted from bileThe shivering grip of emotional death hovers above me
Icy breath, Cold steel, Frosted blood:
A vile taste rages among the bittersweet memories of your breath
The soft caress of wind wakens my memories of your fragrant skin
Your portrait is a plague to my mind, destroying the innocence and kindness
I hear the boiling waters, and fearful drought of your self proclaimed serenity
Spoiled meat, in an angered heat, details the wrathful smell of your vampiric feast.
A budding rose of hate, anger, sorrow, betrayal, and tears
You caused me pain, but yet you survive with ignorance to your sins.
You claim righteousness, yet your heart perceives a luminescent black.
You say your intentions are childish innocence, but deceit curdles all.
You're nothing better than the ooze you persecute;
Oh, Watcher of Woe, rain down your mercy on me.
Sometimes...Sometimes life can get you down.
Sometimes your heart can tell you lies.
Sometimes situations can make your head spin around,
and other times, your mind is sent to the flies.
But Sometimes, that one person who seems to always be at your side is no where to be found
And life will get you down, your heart will tell you lies, and your head will spin around.
But always remember, sometimes that someone has you on their mind. <3
The Unmistakable HateIt roars
It lives within me
A crimson ball of fury. Of Hate.
It springs up inside me like a freshly tapped Oil well at the mention of your name
The animosity. The chaotic feelings. The Mad-man inside me screams when I think of the pain
The Pain you dragged me through.
I never wanted this; I gave you my heart and you ate it like lamb, fresh from the slaughter. Innocent and pure, with not a regret. Not a single bit of distaste. No bitter thought, word or taste had ever caressed my nerves. You're a monster. Not human.
You turned my kindness into a teatime croissant. You turned my love into a tea, which you'd let slide down your lips in a lust for flesh
You're no queen.
You're no Lover.
You're no Angel.
You're the epitome of everything I hate.
Your best friend is the chains around my hands and feet, which binds me from harming you.
Do you think you're special? Do you think you're mighty? Just because this hate bottles up because of you?
You're a plague.
Streak Of Light In the NightShooting star,
Look up and pray.
And beaming through the sky.
Make a wish,
Before it closes it's eyes
And forgets you all together.
Since that is the moral,
Quick and forgotten.
Just like we all will be,
Once we close our eyes.
So be fast with your choice,
Since once it comes round
Again, we shall
All be fertilizer for the
Grass to consume.
...of a blissful HeavenEver dreamed of what heaven was like?
Maybe it's a wide field of evergreen grass
surrounded by the lurking forest trees,
where all you could inhale was the damp leaves on the ground
and pines from the trees above, an intoxicating smell
that leaves you high after the rainstorm
Maybe it's in an oasis located within a desert,
however, it is not scorching ablaze,
but it's warm and you feel your skin tingling
a whole new sensation is evolving inside of you
and the warmth wraps you up in a blanket of sunshine
Or maybe it's at the peak of a mountain
where you reign over the world on your solid throne of boulders
the invisible wind is your invitation of escape
and while the slight breeze passes by
you begin to shiver with an adrenaline rush
I could be wrong and you might be right, but tell me dear, what is heaven like?
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
Theme Prompt - AirIt's a study in duality
Like so many other things.
Calm, gentle, soft, kind
Feathering over my skin.
Rough, wild, sharp, angry
Destroying all in its path.
Air is all of these things
And so many, many more.
Its the pulse of my lungs,
The storm lashing my home,
The thing I need to live,
Though it slowly kills me.
To harness it takes skill,
To use it takes vision.
Take the invisible and
Make it completely tangible.
That is the basis of me,
The core of who I am.
How Smiles Were Born"How Smiles Were Born"
By: Ulrich J Edelstein
Deep underneath the crystals lies beautiful gems of starlight.
The temptations to capture them are beyond imagining.
Only few have been able to reach into the jaws of the creature to possess these magnificent stones.
Underneath the blue swirls
And the reflection of moonlight's grace,
Are the pearls of time.
They have been sprung up onto those who are fortunate.
They have been formed to create a crescent moon of happiness.
If not taken care, they grow weary and decay.
They crackle and shatter
And no one admires them any longer.
It is important for them to be handled with gentleness.
For the future can be presented by gleaming smiles.
For all to admire, for all pearls to aspire to be.
That is why it's important to smile everyday and take care of your teeth.
Citron SunriseDimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
Evening Windwhistling wind blows in the evening
it carries on the cobalt throne
the ghosts are singing in the winds
as Banshees gather dusk’s fell dirge
life in shadow and joy in night
subdued colours feed the mind
under stars the spirit wanders
as the rain taps gently down
clouds are dancing in the heavens
bringing life and liberty
can you feel the Goddess tremble
as she sheds her sacred tears?
Winter's BloodSnow falls like blood trickling down
until it reaches the ground
Winter's Blood isn't red
It doesn't symbolize pain
but it shows strength
"Another year we have endured"
said the four seasons
"And you should be rewarded"
praised Winter, in all her glory
"I'll give up my blood, and offer up another year"
"Another year for joy. For Sorrow. For Anger..."
The Four Seasons drank the blood in unison and formed the icy bond
That lays upon the world by night
The Four Seasons
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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