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The SongLike an old guitar
With broken strings
The soundless voice
That loudly sings

Forever silences
Of dulcet chords
Intoned melodies
Of fretless boards

Harmonious absence
Of shattered sound
Silence vibrating
Through the ground

Fueling the roar
Of the silent crowd
The absent song
Plays so loud
Broken And AbusedTurn your face, my friend, and look at me.
You'll see that I'm turned against you
You wonder why, but can't you see?
My dear friend, you are one of the few

The few that decide to use me for yourself and your pleads.
But no, if you look again,
You'll see that I'm not there anymore for your stupid needs.
But this isn't your bargain.

You think that you can use me whenever you want to.
No. Not anymore.
I've finally come through.
Even though I'm broken and sore.

I guess this is who I am and will be.
The person to be used.
But I opened the cage, and set myself free.
I was used to comfort you, used to make you feel better, but you st
BulimicWith every bite,
She glares at me,
Not everyone can be just like you,
Beautiful,
Bulimic,
I surely can't,
Wasting my good food,
My hair falling out in clumps,
My teeth rotting away,
A rail-thin body will never be my own.
But it's yours.
You wear wigs,
Have a porcelain smile,
Let your ribs stick out,
In an effort to be beautiful,
You have turned yourself into a starving monster.
Wind DancerThe wind is dancing,
Her hair is twirling,
Lost in the music of the air.

The trees mimic her stances,
While her fingertips scrape the surface of the sky.
Her toes are tinged with the dirt that line the pathway of the forest.

The flowers that frame her stage look up at her,
The skyscrapers made of bark open themselves to hold her.
And she moves like a petal being blown across the fields.

Leaves are falling, graceful like the snowflakes she has never seen.
Her mind is gone,
Lost in the music of the air.
BecauseBecause she was pink
When she sat in the window
Rosy plump cheeks, sticky with peach
And she laughed like a cherub,
Aloft in the clouds
Curly angel haired head, untroubled with thoughts.

Because when she smiled
Gap toothed and sweet
Her kisses so sticky and wet with
What fruit she had gobbled that day
Hands with fingers so small they could break
When you held them so tightly in your hand.

Because she was so small
And so innocent too,
That you couldn't believe when it happened
And you swore you could hear her soft little voice
When you came to collect all her things
That you'd keep all those memories
And hope that you'd see
When Sunset Turns to DuskWhen sunset turns to dusk and the pinks fade to a shadowy grey,
And when the light weakens to shadow and the trees become hostile,
When the moon begins to rise and the stars follow and obey,
That's when I flee to you, my love, my fear changing to a relieved smile.

When the creepy creatures
And the morbid monsters
Of the night come out to scare me,
And when the growling gargoyles
And the frightening fiends
Of the night blink their red eyes at me,
When the bloodcurdling beasts
And the terrible terrors
Of the night open their maws to whisper at me,
That's when I beg, I plea,
"My love, please stay with me!"

So we sit by the fire an
Nothing like the First LoveThere's nothing like the first love
And those early signs of bliss
Where heartache's still unheard of
And all you lust for is a kiss

When we're still so innocent and pure
Think with love, this world, we cure
But we're just so immature
Gave our hearts away without really being sure

There is nothing like the first love
No one could ever take their place
We may come across pure beauty
Only to find perfection in their face

Glistening,ever-changing eyes
And the thickness of their lips
Combine to form a perfect smile
Leave our hair standing on its tips

Nothing like the first love
Even if one day we grow apart
We will always keep t
CutAs I sit here I weep
Why can't my cut b a little more deep
I'm afraid of so much on earth
And sometimes I wish my mother didn't give birth

I can make small scratches
All though I try and batten down the hatches
I twirl my blade
With a gleam in my eye that I can't explain

When I go to slit my wrist
I cry petty week tears
I shake with fear
And my head spins with anger

I just fear too much to make the cut
I fear the pain, the lecher, the darkness
I fear that others will leave me alone
That they're seeing my tears of weakness
That theyll just send me home

Home where I don't belong
Back to where my name is cursed apron
Where
InsanityFrom the suffering I come
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agony’s so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.

Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
You’ve lost your will,
You’re getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.

Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
There’s no more pain,
No memor
I loveI love their sweet smiles
I love their tender words
How they are always together
Like bounded lovebirds

I love the way they shine
I love the way they care
I love their special dancing
I love when their happiness share

Their love is big
And brighter than any star
Their love seems endless
I hope it won't leave the deepest scars

I love to see them happy
When they dance together at night
I love their loving looks
And how together defend their light
I rememberI may not remember
Your sweet face,
Your calm voice,
Nor the warmth from your embrace

I do not remember
How we met
How we got along
Or the future we set

But there is something
Something so true
That I still remember,
I remember of you

I remember
Your gentle personality
The feeling you woke in me
And your special facility

I remember leaving
When you found your true nature
How you became cruel
And gave the devil your signature
Which Is Worse?Lazy dog am I,
I seem to have one lazy eye.
And there was a time when
I was prettier than now.

I could tone these muscles
And stretch this skin,
And what's more I probably will,
But what's within
Will sag and turn ugly
Like Dorian Gray.

That's a curse!
Or am I befuddled?
Do I already have it,
That curse,
But in reverse?
Don't hateTwo girls
One heart
Blood swirls
Violence is not art.

Don't hate
On love
We're not all straight
Give peace a little shove.

When you judge
We will say:
We won't budge,
Cause we were born this way!
11. WelcomeWelcome into my home
Welcome into my heart
Welcome into my life
Watch it fall apart

Welcome into my zone
Welcome into my light
Welcome into my darkness
Watch it ignite

Welcome into my garden
Welcome to my path
Welcome to the gates of hell
Welcome to my blood bath

Welcome to the aisle of lost souls
Where the paper gods do see
Welcome to the gallows
Readying the guillotine

Welcome to the paper church
To the melting pot of doom
Welcome to the justification
Welcome to the interrogation room

Welcome to the battle field
The gladiator ring
Where you are my slave
Where you dance and sing

Welcome to the never ending brick road
Keep FightingKeep fighting,
And never let go.
Just hold on a little longer.

The time has come to prove what your worth.
It's time to show them how much you care.

Keep fighting,
For what you want,
You might just get it.

Keep fighting,
Even when you feel like giving up.

Never let go, never give up,
Just keep fighting.

It's time to take control,
It's time to make it right.

Come on we can do it,
Let's do this together,
And fight for what is right.

Keep fighting,
And never let go.
Just hold on a little longer.
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Poison

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There’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…

Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…

The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…

Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…

Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…

A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering excuse for a heart,
malady oh so stubborn, refusing to depart…

Thoughts and dreams of just one image:
a face – dragged from the past’s muddy dredge –
once sweet and dear, now loathed and despised,
a face which hid a black heart well-disguised…

He fills my head, my heart and my soul,
for my ignorance, my innocence he stole,
leaving me empty, alone and searching…
seeking, questing, looking, but never finding…

I fear my heart will remain vacant and closed
until the One, my doctor, calm and composed,
can come to drive the poison away forever,
replacing deadly disease with loving care.

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Poisonby *MistressofQuills

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finally a post!!:wow: it feels like it's been forever since i've written (much less posted) something, and i missed it so much! lol but anyways...
so this is a poem about a topic that i often write about, a bad relationship that i was in about 8 months ago....it still fills my mind from time to time, hence the concept of a slow-working poison=P haha anyways, i'd love critique on this! even a short one:D

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Critique by =EclecticQuill Aug 27, 2012, 2:44:22 AM
The multi-layered imagery draws you in to a deepening sense of depression, the vivid metaphors adding colour and dimension to the poem. The descriptive attention to the physical and mental symptoms adds a depth of realness, making the piece highly relatable.
Technically, the poem is of a consistently high level, throughout. Demonstrating a good grasp of poetic principles, language, and vocabulary. The poem is direct, not deviating from the theme, nor becoming convoluted.
It's difficult to be original with the reams of poetry, on this, and similar themes. However, the poem remains a distinct interpretation of the themes used; reinventing cliches and using them to good effect.
Overall this poem is quite striking, especially in the final stanza. It's brighter, more optimistic tones benefit from the darker, colder tones of the rest of the poem, giving far greater impact.
In summary, a brilliant work of poetry.
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~zaberith Mar 9, 2013  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
Beautiful and touching piece!
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*MistressofQuills Mar 9, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you very much!:D
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~MeishkaBokeh Mar 8, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Very wonderfully written!
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*MistressofQuills Mar 8, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!:D
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~Wiku2707 Mar 8, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Great. Love that.
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*MistressofQuills Mar 8, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!:D
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*Lara-1992 Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
great
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*MistressofQuills Mar 7, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!
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*Lara-1992 Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
u welcome
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Mood: Love ~Eevee1999 Mar 6, 2013  Student General Artist
Most poems I see (including some of mine) do not give a well enough hook at the beginning to draw me in to read the rest, but yours... by God, I just couldn't stop reading! Very amazing imagery, especially with the little sprinkle of optimism (that's when you "look on the bright side," right?) at the end.
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