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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached by Mrs-Freestar-Bul
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
feed the masses (starve the girl)'eatfeed the masses (starve the girl) by insomniaplague
there are starving
children in africa'
'so being fat will help
give the dog some bones
that's all she has
zero-zero and your
tasted like cold toast
(rather bitter, really)
she told her
to porcelin & water
(she keeps the
to drown out the noise)
stretch your fingers around
& the heater goes on
(the coats are good
no one can see the
but she's chilled to the
& everyone sees
'i'll never be beautiful'
Mark the DayTime comes to mark the day,Mark the Day by Op7swimmer
Dont listen to what others say,
Play the epic music in your mind,
Lay all your fears and troubles behind,
Stand triumphant and stand tall,
Be defiant and never fall.
Never shake when the cold hits,
Walk calmly out of hells pits,
Tell yourself that you dont care at all,
Breaking expectations like the Berlin wall,
Tear apart every failed belief,
Allow yourself some relief.
If anyone should ever doubt,
Dont sulk just refuse to pout,
Focus your body and your mind,
Leave your agony far behind,
Be the one you want to be,
Take a chance and make them see.
Sadly AloneLoneliness and sorrow were sitting at the parkSadly Alone by JellyBeanBullet
When sorrow noticed it started getting dark
So he leaned down to lonileness and he said
"I'm going to go home, and cry in my bed"
Loneliness shook her head, and whispered a plea
"Just a little longer, would you stay here with me?"
With that said, sorrow wouldn't leave just yet
They both sat and watched as the sun began to set
Then loneliness said, in a cheerful tone
"when you are with me I'm not so alone"
Sorrow laughed gently and said with pure glee
"when we are together you make me happy"
So happiness and friendship sat at the park
After the night became very dark
They spoke with each other up until dawn
And now loneliness and sorrow are forever gone
Levender EyesI slink on the boatLevender Eyes by RancidToxicity
To the river Styx,
Charon cackles, bobbing his head,
Coal waters pull us away.
“Short lived,” my guide rasps.
Pincers implant themselves in my iris,
My eyes pop like turquoise cherries.
Eyeless ruts breathe out dust,
My lips part, I vomit moths.
Look lavender eyes.
My chest cracks open
Rickety doors on rusted hinges.
Sensual BreakfastSensual BreakfastSensual Breakfast by Calicara
Every morning I arise to the scent of a thousand dying orchids, and I wince as I take my first breathe, of the defiled morning air.
My eardrums are shattered at the sound of the brushing of the bird’s nest, as she viciously tries to untangle the unruly knots in her scalp.
I open my eyes carefully in order to avoid her Medusas gaze. My vision jumps around her figure and quickly to my side. I dare not gaze upon such a woman, lest I turn to stone.
I touch the floor gently with my toes as I slide off my bed, being careful not to cross our invisible boundary. It is an unspoken chasm that separate’s peace from war, and contentment from chaos.
As I saunter over to my desk I can taste the bitterness of her arrogance in the air. She ignores me, and says not a word. I wait patiently for the beast to leave her lair so that I may be alone, away from my roommate.
SwallowedEyes, eyesSwallowed by TheEnglishRider99
The wondering eyes
Old eyes, new eyes
Brown eyes, blue eyes
Watching, watching, watching you
Through the bushes through the branches
Staring out into blue; every single eye on you
Count your flaws and count your blessings
Every single eye on you is nesting
Planted there, planted on you
Digging in your skin and winding through your ribs
One, two, three, four
Feet pounding on the floor
All their love is in recession
Like your very own funeral procession
Continue to the waterfall
All the martyrs dancing around and letting out wild whoops and calls
Let them fill your pockets with stones; adorn you hair with flowers
Only so they can lay you down and let you sink into the flood
Losing your lungs and all your blood
Once you've been swallowed by the liquid glass
You'll be among kings and queens; gypsies and thieves
That were swallowed many suns and moons in the past
You see them lying next to you
Covered up by the blue
And with every passing hour the sky gets darker and casts shadow
Eventually... One of us may make the other cry. Not intentionally or maliciously but in the finality of all things, sadness may replace solace. The world will seep into the perfect beginnings of what was there and we may forget the lingering tingle of butterflies within. Those days where no wrong could be found in us may dim and we see each other as flawed mortals once more. Eventually... this may happen.Eventually... by ArtbugCarl
But for now....
I would prefer to let my mind stir in the newness of us. To ponder if your kiss will taste of pink lightning. To savor the scent you leave on my shirt as I fall asleep wearing it. To allow every thought you share to evoke music in my soul and awaken the passions I fear to feel. Should these wishes be made real, i will pray our energies will turn the faces of gods. Perhaps as they look upon us, they will find pity in the moments finality and stop time. For if time is allowed to continue... well... eventually...
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Paper DemonsScarred skin made of parchment,Paper Demons by peanutman27
Blackened ink inside their veins,
Their souls formed from the essence,
Of my pleasures and my pains,
A deal with the devil gives them life,
Written in my own hand,
Where others see angels I see demons,
I can not understand,
Within each letter a cut,
Behind each word a tear,
Below each line a scar,
Inside each poem a fear,
They give my nightmares life,
Bringing only death upon my hope,
This pen and paper suicide,
For they create my hangman’s rope,
My heart pulls swiftly at its strings,
My mind forever its puppet slave,
Lies and secrets burden and bury me,
Deep inside this unmarked grave.
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