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PassionFor when the daughter experiences a first
it is the passion she feels in the night.

For when the innocent is murdered against reason
it is the cry of a nation that can’t understand.

For when the son disturbs the peace of a day
it is the rage of parents that calm his youth.

For when the music carries upon the floor
it is the color of the dress the darling wears.

For when the veil drops and all is revealed
it is the pain of truth that becomes clear.

For when the last moment is seen
it is the suffering in the eyes that shows all.

For when the child breaks the toys they cherish so
it is the shade their face turns in anger.

For when

I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.

When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.

And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.

They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.

Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.

The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my

Bound and ReadyBound and tight, sitting
in a game of whips and chains
ecstasy on hand.

The Machine"How's your goddamn math going to help us out of this now?" she practically spat the words onto the soft earth that they were talking across. Their feet sunk into the soil, making dirt cling to their shoes and stick into the ground as they traveled across.

"Shut up," Jamie spewed back. It was just a harmless experiment, one that he was trying to do by following a guideline that he normally ignored before. Instead of looking at his numbers, and thinking about what calmed him, he went on through with his experiment using his numbers in a whole new way that he hadn't tried before.

Many hours ago, that it almost seemed like an eon ago.

Hours o

Our Yellow RoomWe used to talk of everything that needed to be said
when we sat under the canopy of gold rays
gorgeous declarations of adventures to be were spilt.

We were going to get married under gold lilies
and speak of vows that we wrote for each other
while friends and family loved us together.

But when I wake in the morning because I can’t sleep anymore
the bed is cold underneath me while the lights are off
my fingers reach for a being that isn’t there with me.

The bed sheets are amber like the necklace you got me
the bedroom painted in a fit of creativity that was never finished
the wonderful color usually bouncing but now it is dusty

I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.

Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters

I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent

I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist

I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due

I am an artist,
but I don't always get tr

Bittersweet DustSweet dust covered his lips as he kissed
those two dictionaries that wouldn't be missed.

He would read them as a child, just for fun,
but couldn't pass this hobby on to his sons.

For now, dictionaries simply sit on wood shelves,
alone and untouched, all by themselves.

Computers have completely taken over existence,
precious books and Monopoly left in the distance.

He would curse the day that they were invented,
and survive on in this wretched present, lamented.

With a heart as heavy as lead itself,
he forced himself not to place them back on the shelf.

Running his fingers over the pages once more,
he threw them in the fire, and smoke r

HomeThis is home
where there are white walls
and doors that open from the outside.

This is home
where a jacket
holds one in place.

This is home
where an injection of whiteness
into the arms is normal.

This is home
where shock is common
and not treated enough.

This is home
where white skin
is never sun kissed.

This is home
where family doesn’t care
enough to visit or cry.

This is home
where bloodless administrators
deem themselves ‘help’.

This is my home
and I cannot leave.

Artemis Of The Bow

Twin of my brethren youth,
This forest is thou own.
Sworn to the faces of the moon
And the silver, Divinity bestows.
Off the hunt, and above the hounds -
Life within the bow.
Fairest maiden of many calls,
This forest is thou own.
Archer of the gleaming dart,
My sister of the dualist two -
The nymphs have sworn their oath,
To the daughter who runs with wolves.
Favoured by Zeus and amongst all Gods,
Man played no part in this -
No part in the making of this maiden.
Thy fair Goddess, Artemis.

Celestial MemoriesOn silent lips the words let slip
Subtly dancing on wisps of summer breeze
In the imagination of a sleeping child

Sharp winter light guides doesn't pierce
Snow melting under the sun brings revelation
Of new life hidden within a blade of grass

Like a feather floating in the wind
Drifting from here to there
Happiness everywhere

A candle light flicking in the cold
Illuminating the dark in ways untold
To show the once unseen

My celestial memories drift on a cloud
Sparkle like a star and ride on waves of moonlight

These are my celestial memories.

HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013

February 28th, 2013

Dire desperation
A feeble whimper for help;
roar of these raw times.

February 27th, 2013

Gluttonous ash cloud
sucks the moon's blood
and swallows the night.

February 26th, 2013

Bark! An explosion!
Angry bodies escape the
network of lung cells.

February 25th, 2013

Silently cloning,
multiplying, honing in,
determined to kill.

February 24th, 2013

Tea and sympathy
readily available
for my dear sister.

February 23rd, 2013

I will hold my breath
as the north wind does the same
waiting for your love.

February 22nd, 2013

He hovers behind;
Hamletian apparition.
Always following.

February 21st, 2013

A lo

PersephoneI fed her
pomegranate kisses

and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.

With cracks in my heart
and souls
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.

MakeupThe sinks water dribbles out
and forms a pool where the drain clogged
bubbles spill over the edge soaking the counter.

Scrubbing away the dirt of the day
trying to wipe away the memories of past
yet the makeup won’t come off the skin.

Black rivets dripping down in streams
mascara and eyeliner blurring dark circles
making raccoon circles around the eyes.

Rubbing into skin until vision blurs
the mirror reflects what is to be seen
a lonely girl with makeup that won’t come off.

Red lipstick is smeared on chin
and harsh soap turned pink and grey
the skin is gone turned brittle and dry.

Water balls and doesn’t form
nothing m

Perhaps Life II

Perhaps life is like a fairy tale
where all your dreams come true
it exists to give us memories
most of mine will be of you
and when we fall and stumble
yes, when we lose our way
our memories of life will save the day

Perhaps life is like an open road
perhaps a narrow path
some will experience happiness
while some are trapped by wrath
and when we're troubled and confused
and when our spirits sink
our memories of life can be our link

Oh, life to some is like a curse
to some a gift from God

For some it comes with healing
and some just feel the rod

And some say life's worth living
and some say that it's not
and some say life'

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Prisoner of love
Just a prisoner of love
I'm just a prisoner of love
A prisoner of love

With a straight face
I've told countless lies
Laughing
In a sick way
I've tried my best
To avoid
Wearisome things

Francis stood there with a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. He listened to his boss go on about wars and England, how he was fighting and how Francis should be trying more. Francis went through this almost every day, and by now he could just sit there and ignore his boss.

Two hours later he was back in his room. With an exhaustive sigh he pulled his hair out of its encasing ponytail, letting it

You said...Blood pours to the ground
Staining the concrete

A maddening laugh
Rips through the silence

My heartbeat slows
As I watch my blood
Form a pool around me

You said you loved me.
You said cared.

When you said
You had a surprise
I didn't think it would be this

You know how I hate knives
Yet you stand over me
Holding one
Covered in my blood

Your eyes stare down at me
I can see insanity in them
And my death

It's getting harder to breathe

I cant do anything
But stare at you
As you smile at me

That smile that I used to love
Now makes my stomach turn

Everything's starting to go black

You lean down and kiss me
Your lips ar

Dare to DreamI'll dare to dream.

I'll dream,
That the world can be a better place.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream ,
That things will change.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream of peaceful times,
Where people are nice,
Where everyone can speak freely,
Where everyone is loved.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that people change,
Where there is no more heartbreak,
Where people feel remorse,
Where people try to repent.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that people are safe,
Where there is no more crime,
Where no one commits murder,
Where people can walk the streets at night.

I'll dare to dream.

I'll dream that everyone is equal,
Where there are

A True GentlemanA true gentleman
Knows what is wrong
And what is right.

A true gentleman
Knows that
No means no

A true gentleman
Holds the door
Open for a lady

A true gentleman
Accepts defeat
With grace

A true gentleman
Walks away
From a fight

A true gentleman
Wont ever
Make a girl cry

A true gentleman
Cares for
His family

A true gentleman
Is proud
To call you his girl

A true gentleman
Cares for others
More than himself

A true gentleman
Apologizes
Whether he's right or wrong

A true gentleman
Gets along
With your parents

A true gentleman
Works hard
For what he wants

A true gentleman
Tells you
The truth

A true gentlema

The one that got awayI don't want to look
At you and your new relationship.
Because you were the one
That got away.

We were high school sweethearts.
Meant to be.
You said I was the one.
But look at us now.

I was your Romeo,
You were my Juliet.
We were two lovers,
Fighting against the world.

It was us against everyone.
We were so happy.
Without you though,
I'm just a half of a whole.

If I had the chance,
To make you mine again.
I would take it,
Without a second thought.

We were simply meant to be,
Now look at us now.
In another life than
What we thought would happen.

Now you're with him,
And I'm with her,
And all I can do,
Is sit here

Say you willSay you will follow me.
Say you will stand by my side.

Watch for my
Footsteps.
In the sands
Of time.

Say you will care.
Say you will always be there.

When I leave
I'll leave no regrets.
Come with me
To the end of the world.

Say you will understand.
Say you are okay.

I love you.
So don't judge me
When I have
To leave so soon.

Say you will come with me.
Say you will never leave.

Always remember
How I loved you
How I lived
And how I was here.

Say it's okay.
Say you won't cry when I'm gone.

When I'm gone,
I won't be gone forever.
I'll live on in your heart,
And your memories.

Say you love me.
Say you will never fo

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Ebony Girl

by =Oilux, Jan 23, 2013, 9:16:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

For when she enters the room of music
the people turn to stare at her in awe.

As the music plays without a hitch
she moves around and dances with grace.

The men trade and all night they dance
the light of candles casting great shadows.

The beauty of her is greater than all
coming forth when she dips low in elegance.

The men dance and the women envy
and the elegant girl has a mask of ink.

The calls of night are too great to hold
and she slips away when the music is gone.

Men disperse but women still talk
elegance of woman is nothing to be heard.

The girl is gone but the music still echoes
before tomorrow even dawn the rumors start.

Of the girl in the ebony dress that danced by night
but was never seen by the charcoal people again.

Ebony Girlby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is my first piece in the color series. I decided to start out with the color black.

An entry for the Colors contest by DLD: [link]

-Other colors-