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PrimevalIt was the sort of night that one with a somewhat mild and oppressed sense of security or adventure would not like to be out on. The moon was full, casting wan branches of light to the ground in the hope that it would be the same as the sun. Its silvery light did nothing to hide the shadows of the trees, however, and it futilely sent night breezes to ruffle the dense leaves so that its glow might permeate everywhere. Despite the well-meaning light source, the winds were chilled, and clouds roamed the horizon with a growing scowl, advancing and retreating again as if probing the deep gaps of empty space. There was a sense of imbalance abPrimeval
by ~Zaphy-Has-A-Pen
PrisonInside These prison wallsPrison
They let the light in But let no dark escape; And yet why do you try and fight your way through? Is it not clear to you That these walls hold no joy? I can see through them To the outside I see you struggle to break through To break into the dark This endless space in which I exist Wings folded To wait for the moment of my release Even though it may never come
You say you want to free me? From what? You would ensnare yourself in the shadows That hold me within The blackened fog that curls around &
by ~Zaphy-Has-A-Pen
Think AgainSomething small inside I can feel it It sits there like a cloud Consumed by anxiety Born of love Captured within a body Of one who willThink Again
Never understand its potential
Sometimes I feel When it moves Does it know anger? For that is what it is Fed, what it is
Sustained by Anger, regret
I can’t comprehend Why it came to be This tiny manifestation It saps all I have, A bundle of negativity
I want it to stay But I also wish It would leave That it would die Wither away, cease &nbs
by ~Zaphy-Has-A-Pen
IcarusThe sun, it never seemed so bright A moth drawn to a lone streetlight, casting a veil of cadaverous beauty on twisted reality Crimson silk fettered in blackened threads Unraveling, fluttering ceaselessly in the slow breeze Broken wishes harbor empty hope, a bleak shell Lies brittle against a slowing heartbeat Stumbling; flickering lamplight lining the uneven road, paved with feeling and worn from countless feet, unshod, treading upon it.Icarus
Where summer nights set in, bring isolation, desolation And the starlight grows cold against the windowpane Small comfort achieved by coals that steadily
by ~Zaphy-Has-A-Pen
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My Muse Went On VacationMy muse went on vacation and took all my best thoughts and all my favorite phrases, and the bunnies with their plots, she ran off with all the fluff stuff, she ran off with the hero's sword-- she left me sitting here alone, bemused and rather bored.My Muse Went On Vacation
My muse went on vacation To a sunny foreign clime, and left me sitting here alone without a word to rhyme, She's laying on a beach somewhere without a hint of snow, and leaving me with winter's chill and no place left to go.
My muse went on vacation - I hope she's coming b
by =knittingknots
An Unrequited Love LetterI have been thinking of you today, my love. It was an icy morning and as I lay in my bed I thought of you in yours. I could picture it so clearly. You were pale and even smaller than when I saw you last. There was not a wrinkle on your skin. I think your sleep is taking away the years we gained together and returning you to your childhood. Your hair was longer. Someone had plaited it and it hung like Rapunzel's over the rim of the bed, awaiting some tiny chivalrous knight to shimmy up it. I wondered who had plaited that bronze mass and envied their fingers. &nbAn Unrequited Love Letter
by *Halohid
can't help taking your lifeThere is this hall I walk down almost every day. The walls are white-washed brick, the carpet the kind of overly busy checker pattern that is supposed to keep your eyes off of it and forward. A week ago I saw some girls had set up a little table there on behalf of the American Red Cross with a little banner saying so and that there was to be a blood drive the following Friday. I slowed down to look just long enough. “You thinking of donating blood?” asked one of the girls smiling at me from across a pile of registration forms. From the red in her cheeks I could tell she still had all her own. But, I was thinking about it, thinkcan't help taking your life
by ~alexcross
The day the leopards diedAlarm clock - check! The city humdrum - check! The noisy guy upstairs - check! The sound of running water - check! The angry woman on the phone - check! The furtive cat legions, stray, spoiled - check! The wars on TV, clamorous, onerous, futile - check! The shadowy stalkers returning to their hideouts - check! The mother, worrying about offspring whereabouts - check! The birds - a farrago of doves, gulls, sparrows, crows - check! The dogs - spaniels, Great Danes, retrievers, pomeranians - check! The plumber, wanting money for that job he never completed - check!The day the leopards died
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by *neonxaos
Maannnnn...
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- Current Residence: In your inkwell ;D
- Interests: Engraving my initials on peoples' liver.
- Favourite artist: THEM UNDEAD.
- Favourite poet or writer: They who aren't blatantly grammatically incorrect >.>;
- Skin of choice: *whips out potato peeler*
- Tools of the Trade: THE FOUNTAIN PEN BE A LIE
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