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An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:

The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.

A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.

I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors

Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.

Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!

Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -

Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood

Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!

Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!

Werewol

Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.

Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.

A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worl

one step forward, two steps aheadSoftly, slowly.
The grains tumble on down.
Except for a whisper,
they don't dare make a sound.
Step by step
We move away from the past.
like steady drops of sand,
Being viewed from stained glass.
Softly and slow
Drop by drop
forced to step and never stop.
We slowly fade away
Like sand in a broken hour glass.

Always on different paths,
We may only brush by.
Never to touch,
Until the day we die.

Imaginary FriendI 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 tho

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

Deceptive

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013

The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:

There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.

The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.

The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and

Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:

I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...

Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,

An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.

In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.

Concentrate...I have to concentrat

Winter HeartWhat should I call you?
Friend? – Lover? – Enemy?
It doesn’t matter, because
A term is just a word and
Makes no difference to the heart

Whose strings have been plucked
For the last time, left broken and
Discarded on a hospital floor, not
Fit for the transplant unit – and
Not good enough for you.

In the worst way I said
“I think I love you”
You turned away, and I knew that
That was it for us – my heart turned
To ice that day –

Ice which splinters through the
Delicate rose petals, shredding
And destroying what was once
Beautiful and innocent – but roses
Have thorns, and the

[De]Humanized [In]SanityWhen you're looking up at me
and down at yourself, do you feel unwell?

Your faith is yours,
Your belief is yours,
I'm not part of the meaning,
I'm not part of the reason,
This is you, this is yours.

Had to steal myself back,
My skull is grated and I'm on the attack,
If I desired to see a distorted reflection of myself,
I'd look into a mirror not at someone else.

I am not a hero or a savior,
I won't be dehumanized by these lies,
I won't lose my mind as I know that I am,
Just myself and nothing else.

Are we so weak?
Are we so lost?
The condition is revolting,
And it takes a high price and toll,
Buying morality and selling broken souls.

Wil

Lost In Someone Else's MindI forget who I am sometimes
Just get lost in my head at times
Maybe its cause I lost my mind
Just tossed it right away one night
It feels as though the real me died
And now I'm just a shell

Who am I if I'm not myself
Maybe this is why I seek help
Because I am somebody else
Trapped inside this confusing hell
There must be someone I can tell
But who would believe me

There must someone who will see
That this person isn't really me
I'm locked inside and need a key
If there's anyone out there please
Don't just write me off as crazy
Help me find my way out

If I am not myself
then where have I gone?

funeral marchwe are an emotion in utero.

if our emotions really left our souls last night, i wonder what remained? watched the coffins roll by this morning; that will always haunt me. then again, i figured you were my funeral march. it just surprises me that i was also yours.

i can still hear it now..."you are so alone and tormented; your emotions swing like a pendulum...is there no end to your abyss? although it fades, it's always there, plummeting down it's spiral; an empty million miles. miles of your nothingness. your nothingness. you're nothingness. the something made of all that is nothingness."

i trip over my words for you.

i'll never forget th

Sanctuaryi have something to say
about someone who came my way
seen my flaws
heard my tears
as we talk
it seem like years
with shared thoughts
familiar fears
what could it be
that binds us
bringing us together
making my heart beat
my emotions feel
this is real matrimony
i can't control it
love carrying its own will
im so filled
energy
light
darkness out of sight
i can sleep tonight
could i tell her
that i love her
that i would like to be
more than just
trying not to thrust
i would adjust
if it was a must
i know i can trust
she is my soul mate
her eyes
resurrect me
can this be
my sanctuary

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Hold The NoiseHer words.
They grace pages,
From the tip of her tongue.
Just one more melody,
That goes unsung.
Yet pen strikes at paper,
Creating worlds and dreams.
Not knowing her own talent,
She takes them to extremes.
Unable to control her abilities,
She rhymes the world from reason.

Everything stops.
Time holds its breath,
The stars fade out,
She pauses death.
And life stands still.
She writes it all,
While watching from a window sill.
In the worlds she made.
Away from the loud reverberations,
Of stress, life, and boys.
She finds she is finally able,
To Hold The Noise.

Paper Planes (mix)You called again…
Like I don't know what you want to do.
And I'm still folding these letters,
Pretending my words just might reach you.
So I let it ring…
Hiding from the rain,
And the feelings it brings.
while hiding from the pain.

Reminded of when we spent the days,
Like they'd always last.
Now all we have are memories,
That belong to the past.
And I'm just sitting here…
Still trapped under the rain.
Waiting for the chance,
To send these paper planes.

Some days
I look out the windows
Thinking about where the time goes,
How I let it slip away,
While I watched the clock tick,
It's way throughout the day.

The Trapped ReflectionHer reflection pressed its hands,
Against the cold hard glass.
Trapped in regret.
A link to her past.
She met its finger tips,
As well as its eyes,
And all she could see,
Was the hate and despise.
Being chained to a moment,
A cage with no bars.
Forced to look up,
At a dark sky without stars.

It stares demanding..
The world she let grow grey.
And then it smiled
And walked away.
She tried to leave too
But couldn't turn back
And then looked up to a starless sky,
That was all but pitch black.
She put her hands against the hard cold glass.
And watched as her reflection,
Walked out of the past.

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Sky Fall

by ~Mierren, Nov 5, 2012, 6:40:22 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

It’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,
that she's always soaked.

In the night.
She wakes to rain,
Hiding under an umbrella in fright.
Like the downfall causes her pain.
She tries to be brave,
Peeking up at the skies.
But she cant help herself,
So she just hides and cries.

She cries.
and she says
God.
I know i'm lost,
and I've almost lost it all.
but please
i'm praying
Don't let this sky fall.

Sky Fallby ~Mierren

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Sometimes I think if rain keeps falling,
maybe the sky would vanish eventually...
-starnoyume

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~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~EchosOfTheFuture 4 days ago New member Hobbyist Writer

It's so hard for me to come up with poetry like this, yet people make it look so easy >.<

~Demonkitty66 Jan 9, 2013

beautiful :3

~Fasiafloho3-is-I Jan 9, 2013

This is nicely worded. I especially like the 3rd to last stanza.

~Mierren Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you!

~starnoyume Jan 9, 2013

Sometimes I think if rain keeps falling, maybe the sky would vanish eventually, I know it's stupid to think this way lol
The fear and desperation you described here really touched me...well done.

~Mierren Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you!
"Sometimes I think if rain keeps falling, maybe the sky would vanish eventually" your words are exactly right and i will quote you on them thanks!

~starnoyume Jan 10, 2013

wow I think I'm honored^^

~SouthernWriter2 Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This based on the Adele song?

~Van-Dunkelschreiber Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It sounds to me like she is depressed

~Mierren Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

haha! very insightful as always thanks!

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