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I know pain.I know pain.
Pain is my friend.
I don't bruise, don't scar.
At least not on the surface.
Oh, but I'm so tender.
It hurts so bad.
Even just a touch.
Just a nudge.
I cripple to the cold floor.
I know kisses.
Not on the lips.
Never on the lips.
On the neck.
On the cheek.
Even when you're gone.
They remind me of the pain.
Even when you're gone.
I feel the spaces between my fingers.
The ones that were filled by yours.
I feel the water in my lungs.
Your helping hand to comfort mine.
I see the faces.
People I once loved but no more.
I feel the darkness.
Where we hugged.
Where we closed our eyes.
Then the darkness within me.
And the light in your

Love is a DiseaseLove is not an emotion.
Emotions are formed,
And can be controlled.
Plato stated,
"Love is a serious mental disease".
An incurable illness,
That makes cancer appear as
A simple head cold.

We can't choose who we love,
Nor can we choose
how it takes over.
This genetic mutation,
Passed down,
From the earliest of times,
Can send even the most normal being,
Straight to the insane asylum.

It eats away at us,
From inside-out.
Suffering until the day we die.
Love is not an emotion.
"Love is a serious mental disease."

Battle is all there is.We shall wade into battle.
Through the blood and pain.
Slaughtering everything like cattle.
We ride over corpses and screaming bodies.
Slashing,smashing and killing all in our way.
There is only death and suffering through out the land.
Money is nothing, fame is worthless.
Bow down or die by my hand.

Slash,smash,crash through the battlefield.
Draw your blade and fight.
Tremble before the power I wield.
If killing is wrong, I don't want to be right.

The JourneyConsole me, for something has control of me
O'how that feeling of elation
It plagues me so, from which it stole
Madness shall be the eternal chaplain
Commands in which, the solace of the mind
Does find itself frantic, uproar and panic
From which it were, stole my very skin blind

To do what is necessary
I have been chosen, I must take action
To carry out a solemn task, I grow wary
Of those around me, encircling they've bitten!
My arm and my legs, damn these foul cretins
Back I say! Return to thy bastion

This journey is new and I naught a clue
Of broken, yet fearless in nature
Let those feelings of old, those feelings o'blue
Be cast away into

ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke

Thoughts of a PrisonerThe executioner laughs devilishly,
The other prisoners cringe in their chains,
I answer not, nor plead so selfishly,
I stand, for mine is what proud soul remains.

I bear the brutal sting of leather whips,
I smile as I bleed, laughing through the pain,
He shouts with rage as I reply with quips,
I dare not falter in the heavy rain.

Try, try again, the leather strikes come down,
Burning and stinging like hot iron brands,
My smile doesn't fade, my eyes a lively brown,
As I refuse to bow to his commands.

I smile still, I spit blood in his eye,
"You'll have to try harder to make me cry."

LiarStumbling, falling, slipping, calling.
I'm a ghost trapped in a shell.
Biting, ripping, bleeding, crawling.
I'm almost gone- wish me well.
Breaking, shaking, burning, aching.
I'm far too numb to feel.
Lying, crying, making, faking.
I no longer know what's real.
I burn a hole into my soul until I say goodbye.
I'm too far gone to know it's wrong, or to even think to cry.
Breaking off, feeling lost; is this how it ends?
Push me deeper every day, until I'm far to cracked to mend-
End.

AphroditeRoses shall not narrate thy holy eyes
Undone by love, stars in disguise
Bejewled fair face, only thou fit
A blossom of hope that never wilts
Bound by spell only thee I think of
Angel thou I love by the name Above
Indeed crystalline thine ethereal face
Like a trinket shaped with Lord's grace
Or the falling benevolent winter snow
Valor wings thy hast heaven aglow
Enchanting thy lips take my sight
Young and tantalized thy beloved heart
One that shudders but never falls apart
Untying my hands Angel show me light.

BlackbirdA black winged bird sat atop a roof,
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street – down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.

It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.

Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness – only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse – oh, what a delight!

A chuckle from a mouth that the he

I Feel the Darkness Embrace Me"We'll always be close"
That's what we said
Even if Hell froze
And we were both dead

Through all this mess
And the thick and thin
I could never love you less
My perfect twin

I don't know if you can feel it
Or is it all in my mind
Between us, there's a little split
Or are you blind

It's awkward to hold you
Like I did before
I know we're through
But still, I swore

"Lovey-dovey as a couple"
"Lovey-dovey as friends"
But now there's this bubble
And no way for amends

I admit there's a wall
And it distorts my sight
I don't want to drop the ball
But I suddenly see no light

Maybe you were always more
And never "just a friend"

Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.

When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.

I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes

Lucifer's fall

Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.

Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.

You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.

I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.

I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.

I can feel

Revelation

Here he comes, in shallow streams
To row me off into my dreams
His face appraised of silent screams
The Boatman draws ever near

Yet just as I'm certain of what it seems,
An endless vast, where no light gleams,
I question the make of these dim themes,
And at last I am without fear

Above my brow the stars all shine
Each made of their own design
And a truth that I cannot decline
Becomes, at once, infallibly clear

Waste not a moment in search of sign
For yours will never be as mine
No song sounds so divine
As when sung with your own cheer

I offer to you what I've found
Lift the burdens by which you're bound
Take a moment to make

Breathe But My NameBreathe but my name in silent prayer,
and I will meet you there -
in an open field of golden grass,
beneath the windmill, I'll wait and rest,
while moments come and moments pass;
until your shimmering shadow appears,
moving like sunlight on stalks of wheat,
as wildflowers dance and tickle our feet,
our giggling smiles and eyes will greet.

Breathe but my name in silent prayer,
and I will meet you there -
in the rushing current as streams converge,
then flowing as one, like a new song
heard in a dream as we both emerge
from the end of the old, forgotten path,
amidst the magic of fairyland falls,
of misty air and moss-covered rocks,
drawn by th

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Half open as he half dreamt
Solitude the only existing reprise
An attempt of passing contempt
The world becomes monochrome
Abjectly dimming in gray tone

Passing by the blurred faces
Ghostly pale in the midst of a hell
His mind an unwelcoming place
Thrice the rope spared, allowing a tale
Of meandering regrets and eternal rain
The child of long past, he can not obtain

It has been so long, he scarcely recalls
Crawling through the everlasting snowfall
What caused the rainfall?
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The start of it all
Yet now that rain stands still

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As their wrongdoings became a blur;
Wrapped in lies a cloak and dagger;
Yet to them this is a trivial matter;
O'woe was he, who spat at them;
Branded impotent in mind o'whim;

Curses not finding a home this time;
Thieves and betrayers forgiven of crime;
The actions for naught, yet he did not;
Forget nor forgive the rotten lot;

Bitter and jaded and incarcerated;
Memories were shackles they never faded;
Within the confines of prison of mind;
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Creator of him was the worst of them;
A solemn shake of the hand sealed with a grin

Their Last StandWireless and radiance accolades and repentance;
Marionette strings dancing as the bell rings;
Manifesting in the hollow void rising incipience;
Monolithic orbalisk of decadent things

A shattering of our theophany;
Abandoned here in final hours;
No sympathy extended to our epitome;
Turpentine toll of withered flowers

Fixation on prior misanthropy;
Always blind as we never could see;
All in which we claimed to be;
Futility hath become our ministry

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The Dove

by ~ByronicBeat, Dec 22, 2012, 6:43:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

And through the glass so delicately
I sat and watched with glee
Never before had I seen
A beauty such as thee

Autumn leaves of fire there
With raven sometimes though
Lavender upon thy hair
The piercing brown o'glow

And forever shall the poet wait
Watching as the raven sings
For the liberated dove of fate
Cascade of colors dance in spring

Liberation from the prison of
Cradle that comprehend naught
Cherry blossom stains line the dove
Delicately they line it's wings, sought

Release of echoed pain;
The flower of somniferum
Doth bring a blissful rain;
The clipped bird becomes numb

O'heaven's speckles of light
Shine and blessed thee;
So that the raven can taste delight
When that dove becomes free