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

Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.

Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.

Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.

A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.

I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.

dragons melancholySleep dear girl. The night is late,
close your eyes and forget your fate.
Never mind the lies and taunts,
sleep in peace and think nice thoughts.
Please don't worry the night away,
for the sake of a silent k.
Because you're safe among all the mess,
death destruction and pure duress.
I'll be the dragon that keeps you safe,
grips you tight and locked in place.
I'll uncover all that you hide so well,
just to show what's in your shell.
And when I die you'll feel relief,
to be rescued from demons teeth.
I know it's tough your life been hard,
so let me take what you have to guard
The sun is up now we wait,
the moon will ri

You're a CageYou're a Cage, mother
and I love you
but I can't handle it,
because every time you tell me you want to die
a part of me dies as well.

Don't you see how it makes me feel?
Of course you don't
because I smile.
I act apathetic.
You're sad enough for the both of us
and I have to be strong because you're not.

I'm not strong either, but I have to be.
Inside, I'm suffering too.

You're a cage, mother.
A cage with a simple lock.
I have the key
but I won't use it.
I can't,
because you can't live without me
and I love you
even though being around you sometimes
makes me wonder what I'm living for.

You're a cage
that locks away my independence.
I d

David Dreams of PaintHe told me he could build me in paint.
He dreamed of the colours he'd mix for my hair,
the exact tinge of rose for my skin.
He'd splatter me into existence if he could.
"I dream of paintbrushes"
His eyes looked endless in the late afternoon sunlight,
" I dream of paintbrushes and the smell of paint,
The tang of it, metallic and chemical."
His hands move, craving a brush
pale birds stuck without wings.
" The tang of it, metallic and chemical,
and the colours,
all the colours"
Suddenly,
He is strokes of paint,
The golden light encasing him in chiaroscuro dreams.
His hair, daubed thickly on his head,
skin, a thousand different

She Holds The CradleShe holds it ever so softly,
With a face full of pain.
The cries that it lets out,
A reminder of her shame.
It's the evidence of what she's done,
The soiled prize her body won.
From the men who knew her dreams.
Cradled in her arms so tightly,
The rain runs down her cheeks in streams.

She rocks with it back and forth,
As if lulling it to sleep.
She wants to set it down,
But she's got promises to keep.
She looks down at the ground,
To avoid the stares.
Of strangers, the neighbors,
And people who care.
She wonders if he came too.
The boy she left,
For the men she knew.
At the thought she stops still
What did she lose?
For the price of her skil

Cookie DoughWhen I talk to you

It's like I'm making cookie dough

I am doing what I love

That being the first pastry I ever attempted
It's familiar and simple

We could talk for hours but it only feels like minutes

I have the recipe memorized

And our conversations are effortless

The end product is always amazing

When we end our days I leave smiling, looking forward to the next

But the cookie dough is the best part

Talking, giggling, smiling, hugging

Aligning Worlds/DeathMy death will come with the aligning of the
Worlds.
When the Four shine brightest my heart
Will beat its final beat.

The sun and the moon shine in the same sky.
The first of the Four will blaze and the final
Beats of my heart begin.

The First:, called Earth. Now blazes in
Our sky.

The Phoenix grasps the sun within its beak to swallow
It's fire.
The second of the Four ignites as the Worlds begin to
Take their place.

The Second, called Eloim. Ignites the night.

Lightning flashes across the night sky
Burning the silver moon.
The Worlds near alignment as
The third of Four flares as darkness
Falls.

The Third, called Ni'en. Flar

MageMage

Magic is seen as the ultimate power. A force to be controlled, manipulated, but the mighty understand it's life, it's mind. It is a harmony to be worked with, shaped, melded like the finest steel. It can not, will not, be tamed.

The storm raged, plundering the skies, demolishing the earth. It roused the seas, driving them in furious waves against the enduring cliffs. Trees groaned, uprooted in the gale's wrath, cast into the abyss of torrent and water.

The storm cried, wind rising through a howl into a piercing screech, ravaging across the land, prying apart every shelter against it's ire.

The storm roared, yet permeating it all

Whispers of the DeadUnder a full moon a castle lies
Flowing with memories like rivers in time
Through halls dim as twilight
Whispers of the Dead echo through night.

Under the stars shining bright
The Dead rise to fight
To the castle do they march
To rule the Living their wish is.

Under the dark of night
A castle besieged lies
Flames of torches illuminate the night
Steel swords glinting in their light.

Shattered is the silence of the night
As a cry of battle signals the fight
Sword clash and sparks ignite
As armies fight to control fate.

Under clouds of ash a castle burns
The Living fall red blood flows
In the Hands of the Dead
Fate now lies.

Spark: Viva PromptSpark

Kiss me,
Start a spark in my soul,
Make it a raging fire,
Let my heart burn.

Kiss me,
Infect me,
Burn me,
Let this fever devour me.

Kiss me,
Leave my body glowing,
Show this love,
Let me shine out.

This fire burns,
It's taking over,
Yet it only started,
With a tiny spark.

Autumnal InsomniaIt's an Autumn night. The cold comes cutting
Across the seas and the Isle is in winter's for-pang.
I am still at my desk in sweats and fevers, pacing
Over long due essays and the morning's march.
The space on the wall is screaming at me
From where the picture hanged upon the arch
Above the study door. My phone has not rang
In days. In no way could you call me free.

Is it late or early or both? I cannot see
Past the window's blank abyss and I delve
Into another long since read book and look to find
The clock is already far past twelve.
The creaking grows with roaring zephyrs
Of night-breath, the gate creaks in torment
And the dar

YouI no longer have anything to cherish

You were not my lover

You were not my significant other

You were my brother

Not by blood

But that did not matter.

You're leaving, but you're living

But only for yourself

You care not about how your actions effect "us"

But as long as your actions make you happy I guess all I have to cling on to are our

Cherished moments

Moments that have passed, and will never return

The cherished moments when you were my best friend in the entire world

You're leaving our memories, our happiness, and our cherished times behind

As you pursue your career, and happiness far from "home"

Just know I only regret

N

K.I.A (The Hero Unknown)Singing in the darkness, dancing to the moonlight all alone
Wishing for hands throughout his fabled night
The silence so right, dragging his footsteps from fight
Covered in wounds and scars of the unspoken history
Brighter eyes and unfailing smile from all the misery

"I'll live," he says, "as long as I walk ahead
Through the neglect and the hatred of hears once known
I wanna be a hero for all those with scars from their tears
I wanna be the one to make them smile despite all the years they've had"

The end of a gun of societal hell
Facing hear with two clenched fists dedicated to hearts unknown
Dragging his feet towards death's game

RestorationTake from me my legs,
and no longer can I walk.
Take from me my voice,
and no longer shall I talk.
Take from me my arms,
and forever take my might.
Take from me my eyes,
and forever take my sight.
Take from me my ears,
and never shall I hear.
Take from me my judgement,
and never shall I fear.
Take from me my tongue,
and take away my lies.
Take from me my heart,
and soon I shall......

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by ~Mierren, Oct 3, 2012, 6:28:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

The 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.

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ok originally i was gonna name this mari onett which sounds like a girls name but i feel this poem is still incomplete i will probably edit this and add more or take out things as time goes on but for now tell me what you think.
p.s. recently my friend has alerted me of the creepiness of this one. don't worry im not a creep. but then again saying this is redundant because it sounds like something a creep would say...

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~ThatPURPLERaven Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

the poem, to me, seems perfect as is. the imagery is absolutely stunning, i think your diction is amazing, and there's a tangible emotion behind it. it's a perfect example of what literature is: something that lives and breathes. it's present and never dies.

~Mierren Oct 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks raven!

~infinitexxx Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

i'm getting lots of imagery from this.... the whole puppet and puppeteer thing.
creepy, but fantastic. never change it <3

~Mierren Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

haha! thanx

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

This is a creepy little poem, isn't it? I rather like it, and I would leave it just so. Great work!

~Mierren Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

haha! yes i hope thats what people think that i was aiming for. instead of imagining some creepy guy

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 6, 2012 Student Writer

XD Well, at least you know that some people were right~

=schongslipper Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hmm... I like all your imagery, but I feel like the rhyming is a bit forced at times. Also, just a suggestion, you might want to break the rhythm intentionally at some point. Currently, it's perfect, but that can make the poem sound a bit nursery-ish, which I don't think you were going for. It's a nice piece, and I hope this helps. It's purely my opinion, so you need not take any of this advice.

~Mierren Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks!

~Van-Dunkelschreiber Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this poem is great as it is, please don't change it

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