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The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.

When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.

'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.

When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his s

Victim of a John DoeDo you want to hear the story
of how I died?
I promise it won't be boring
so if you would
just take a seat, have a drink
and listen.

Past memories reach,
I met the most amazing man
who spun words of silver and gold
with a tongue more fine than silk.

He told me he could do no wrong
and I, young and foolish, believed him.

And when we went home,
his eyes shining with new excitement,
things were perfect.

Then it shattered.

Nothing more intense
than feeling my own blood
trickle down my body.

Cruciation
stares traveling down
blood spattered knife
a gaping wound

cries of shock
gleaming white smile
solid drops of blood
and

Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.

IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.

That's the number
she was told to make.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
paper butterflies.

It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just li

This is a poemThis is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.

So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.

This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.

For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.

This is a poem,
full of words
and rhyme
and meter
and emotions
and love
and hope
and fear.

This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to

The Siren's Call.The Siren's Call.

Bright pink lips,
booty shorts,
a bikini top.

She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.

Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.

Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.

I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.

This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
I'm hers.

Through a gap in the fenceThrough a gap in the fence
they saw each other.

Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.

Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.

Whispers of love
and no one else cares.

Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,

But of course
all good things must end.

The gap was closed
and their love was lost.

As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.

DystopiaDirty water,
corrupted laughter,
cracked dreams,
and broken seams.

Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.

Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.

Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.

Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.

Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.

Monster

Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.

Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.

Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.

Menacing claws
and razor sharp teeth,

children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.

Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.

Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.

One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.

Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.

And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.

HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end

Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.

Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.

Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.

Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.

They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.

History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.

The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.

Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.

Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.

When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.

She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
besides herself.

A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
w

The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.

The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.

Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.

It never lasts though.

She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.

And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.

She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.

The most she can do
is give off a little refle

The house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,
in that house lived an old man.

He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.

He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.

When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.

The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.

Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.

The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.

Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.

The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.

The children

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

DaddyDaddy,
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?

Daddy,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.

Daddy,
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?

Daddy?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.

Daddy,
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?

Daddy,
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.

Brave New WorldClose your eyes
To fight the demons in your mind

It's the moment of truth
The moment to live

In this scary
Brave new world

Fight for your rights
And what you believe in

Shake off your fears
It's a moment to fight

Fight the demons inside
Shake off your foes

Fight for everything
In this scary brave new world

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Pendulum

by =Oilux, Dec 23, 2012, 6:03:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides

Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling clock
rising bodies of sleepless thoughts
chilling bones.

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings