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MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.
She moves with them,
To dull the pain.
A painted face,
With a printed smile,
Her emotions left unversitile.

She dances alone, secluded,
Forlorn and deluded.
A disaster.
And only for her twisted master.
A mental crafter,
A vile bastard.

Only I can see the tears,
And only I know all her fears.
I flick my fingers to the right,
On my command she stands up right.
I flick my finger to the left.
She'd murder all the ones she left.

Maybe its love,
Or maybe it's insane.
I don't know the reasons,
Or why she's bound with chains.
I just can't help but love,
Her face so filled with pain.

Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wings
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Thinking ironically,
Is this just love at its best?

She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Enticing them
Like the sweetest tart.
While clut

Mind.Darkness surrounds me,
Shadows surround you.
The present threatens me,
as the past did to you.
I cry,
you cry,
I pout,
no doubt.
Your memories, you keep at bay,
but your thoughts just seem to fade away.
Your murdurous thirst is always there
and you seem to be grabbing at your hair.
My thoughts aren't right
my head's too tight,
I have to fight
just not take flight.
I want it to end
I want it to end
Please will somebody help me then?
It's not to late
Never to late
say it'll be alright
but we know it's not alright.
Because of your past,
you will certainly fade last.
You will not find a friend in this world.
We are not one
but one and the same.
Our minds have turned against us.

Vie NoirYou were the promise of regret,
destiny wrapped in an egg shell,
something that temperance would not allow.

And you looked at me with cloudy eyes,
sipping your excuses while choking on tomorrow.

(We were the privileged few that God chose to endure the hopeless)

And you cursed my name while confessing every lie.
My borders grew as you clawed for the limits of absolution.

(We were the privileged few whose skin was hard to pierce)

And you loaded that gun with false bravado and ill intent.
The world was watching as you aimed it at the future.

(We were the privileged few who never forget to empty the chamber)

And you stared into the no

How Do You Tell ThemHow do you say
how do you begin
to tell the next generation

How the world once was...

Should one speak of fashion trends
the pegged jeans
hi-tops
and big hair

Or perhaps the yearly
(if not more often)
vacations Up North
to crystal clear lakes
beneath diamond-bright skies

Watching as the big-block jetpumps
with the loud, metallic-flake paint jobs
roared across

The door of hellthe door is opened
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark

this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid

he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
I'm lost

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...
She calls me on the phone.
Her voice worried and hysterical,
Compelling me to get home.

She says
The sky is falling…
That everything’s coming down.
She can feel the whole world crying,
And she’s afraid she going to drown.

Hiding under an umbrella.
Isolated on her bed.
Maybe to keep the rain out,
Or the rumors that have spread.
Trying to ignore them,
Like the voices in her head.
She shuts her eyes to scream,
But silent raindrops fall
instead.

She believes
That one day,
The clouds might go away.
it leaves me stifled and choked,
When even on the sunny days,
it makes no sense,

Rainfall.A saddened sky
Shed soft tears of sorrow, but
Where is happiness?

Raindrops flutter down
Crystal teardrops keep falling-
Waiting for the sun.

Masterpiece of GlassPick up the pieces
Of this shattered glass masterpiece
Hold it together
Hold her together
Until she's strong enough again

Be her bullet vest
Protect this particle masterpiece

Throwing the hammers far
Just makes way for more
More ways to break this shattered glass
And bury it below

Love is a masterpiece
Protect this with all you have
Or it will be broken forever

Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.

Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?

Are we just
pretending
the world is never
going to end?

Doomsday is coming.

We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?

Little by little
we're losing contact

and the world is coming to its end.

The DreamIt's a world so new and lovely and fine
Who would've thought all this could be mine?
So long had I dreamed, of these days to come
These things that don't happen, they happen to some
So I favored the chance of impossible things
Of which the wind whispers, of which the birds sing
Far off in the distance, I could see it shine
I only wished that it could be mine
Deep down inside me, I must hesitate
So often I miss it, so often too late
But I couldn't resist it, could not stay away
To reach greatest heights, you must seize the day
So fast I ran towards it, so eager to see
That light that enchanted and beguiled me
I could almost touch

AliceWhen black has stained the infinite blue,
And sleep compels me to retreat
I grin upon the thought of my blanket's sweet embrace
As I slay the dim candle I earlier lit

Shortly, I am severed from all
To see light once more
And then I spot her, grinning widely,
Composing giggles of four

She invites me in her welcoming home,
Her hands, opened wide toward me
She tells me how fun it is inside,
She tells me it's something I'd love to see

I grin in anticipation,
And lift my hands to reach her
I think of all the wonders I'd see
Stretching my arms further

Then suddenly we are afar in countless kilometers
When we were only a foot away

The Girl That Created SoundWith a spark of inspiration
The girl picked up her palette
And retrieved her brush
Before watching closely

She saw her creatures gather
Close together
But without communication

She splashed a shiny brown
Onto her canvas
With small pieces of black

She added fine lines for string
And gaping holes for pipes

The girl carefully painted
Something on their faces
For sound to come from

With a delighted laugh
She created letters
Calligraphy
And painted them into her books
And upon the minds of her people

She gave her creatures voice
With each careful stroke
And tentative creation
And hummed song

She painted whispering gossip
U

The GirlShe stared at me from the dark
Frightfully dead eyes devoid of life
On a dreamship I tried to embark
Who would have known she wished to strife?

For the chance to be alive she said
That we battled it out till morn
A trade, she to be alive and I to be dead
But this deal, I mocked it with scorn

I fought with fluid accuracy
And she with jerky desperation
A pathetic thing, she did not wound me
While to hell I gave her quick transportation

I flopped back onto my bed
And sighed with casual relief
A pounding, pouding in my head
I gasped with utter disbelief

Demonic, satanic, a damned soul
For she possessed my mind and body
A trade i

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Imaginary Friend

by ~Mierren, Oct 13, 2012, 1:14:00 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I once had a friend.
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.

We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it was our will.

Then came the days…
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.

I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
Undoubtedly praying.
The friend,
Of pretend.
Wasn't me.

Imaginary Friendby ~Mierren

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Ok so what would you do if you thought you had an imaginary friend. but it turned out you were the imaginary one. this is a poem inspired by a weird dream. it could use some work but its a neat theme