Christmas Poem for Unhappy PeopleLook how tranquil things look in the cold.Christmas Poem for Unhappy People by Schofield-Alan
If I can't find a genuine happiness.
December forces me to take stock
of the things in my life.
Happiness doesn't come from them....
And if I can't find it in me
Look how tranquil things look in the cold.
I will find, in the face of everything.
I will find, in the face of the lack of everything.
I will look at how tranquil things look in the cold
And I will find
Utopian RuptureGive me your handUtopian Rupture by MorganWolfram
and lets escape to wonderland
The ecstasy unable to withstand
But I fear the worst of my touch
That you abruptly desire to clutch
Might shatter you too much
The Great WolfThe curse of the deafening howl stays within him,The Great Wolf by THFan259
Yellow chipped claws will rip off their skin,
His red, scarred eyes possessed by grim,
The silence breaks, a rallying cry,
He’s doomed for aye!
Nocturnal crime and silent sky,
The Great Wolf is still alone in the dead of the night,
He’s doomed for aye!
The blind rage wrapped its cold fingers around his neck again,
His sight get’s blurry as the hate coils around him like a chain,
Sweet obscurity has taken over his mind,
He will never be refined,
As the madness inside him, the moon owns the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
Into the corrupt scenery of odd,
This night the evil comes unfold,
He stepped out,
The filthy human race will wash away with blood,
The Great Wolf will tear out their frail, empty hearts,
For they wanted war tonight it starts,
His yellow fangs, the spark of life will tear away,
For they wanted death it will be given without delay,
A lightning strikes the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
The Great Wolf di
Ghost Trade (Chords)Verse 1.Ghost Trade (Chords) by Schofield-Alan
There's a cold bed where you used to sleep.
Your towel's still on the floor.
Your shoes are empty on the rug.
And I'd give up my ghost for yours.
Your demons got the best of us.
I left your bottles in the drawer
Hoping you'll come back to me,
PaleI’d be a fool to follow and to fall;Pale by rockgem
Your toxic love bad for both of us--
(or perhaps just for me.)
You had a zombie complexion,
With the ghosts of freckles
Scattered across porcelain cheeks.
Vampire elegance and banshee wild hair,
You moved sinuously with wraith-like steps
And beckoned with a siren voice.
With breaking heart and iron will
I walked away for good.
Food for the worms--
Regret just another coffin nail.
UneatenUneaten by ConquerorQuixote
Wasting their time, have they figured you out?
A broken puzzle's left little room for doubt.
When all of the pieces just will not fit.
You look in the mirror and just have to grit.
Haven't been able to make good by them still.
Your greatest lifeline you sent back to the mill!
Wasn't it enough that you tricked her there?
Now your heart's shattered and left out bare.
A new day, a new dance, isn't that what they say?
Looking at you it's no wonder they won't play.
You're an addict, unstable, frail-hearted and meek.
In whose half-assed shelter do you now seek?
You laugh at eternity as it beats you with age.
Your saving grace is a wrought iron cage.
What's yours is yours and you know it well.
Is there any questioning why you pushed it all to hell?
We danced to innocence for months on end.
Years later it was on you who they decided to spend.
But you were defeated, beaten down to the core.
What is she to you now but a two-bit whore?
And whores they have come, your game is something tragic.
Paired or PareidoliaDo you tastePaired or Pareidolia by Xeperpharos
in the light
Scourgeleaves shuffled alongScourge by jade-pandora
from breezes gone bitter
across a river
with maternal blood
from my thighs that
with the onset
of autumn, and
of our union-
clay soil darkened
with cooking oil
and human waste
in the dying light
of day and a life
the way summer
only to turn away
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal by jade-pandora
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
In the CellarIn the Cellar by ConquerorQuixote
Years in isolation had primed her mind for overindulgence to even the faintest anomaly.
She has chosen her toys carefully.
Shared them only with those to whom she had entrusted.
As the hand of the watchmaker reaches into her basket,
It was hers to whom he had incited.
Left alone there was no due course,
To which she could duly oblige.
She ponders her enclosure;
And leaves her babies lined up straight,
As not to disturb her neighbors.
It ponders where she has hidden it's meal.
She begs it to reconsider it's choice.
Pleading that her baby has only three limbs,
But the watchmaker knows little of the hand that's missing.
So she throws her baby toward the sky;
Knows not where it will land,
Knows only when it will diverge from its upward trajectory.
Ostentatious renderings leave her babies upset and in the dark.
The rest lie concealed beneath her cape.
TimekeepingUsually you are late.Timekeeping by rockgem
The time ticks...
-And without an apology you saunter in callously.
Now, the lights burn lower
The tea long grown cold.
The words and the pages flick beneath fingers,
Although the text became meaningless
Quite a while-- no make that quite some time ago,
I have no heart to re-read.
In the reflection of what ought have been a togetherness
With friends and acquaintances,
You’re beyond late.
You had a date with an afterthought.
--truth be told
I figured it was only a matter of time
Before this actually happened
And you forgot to show at all.
Bleak.Left with self-fulfilling propheciesBleak. by rockgem
And bad dreams,
The dark is no longer comforting.
I make my peace and accept
That certain things I long for
Shall never come to pass,
However much I hope and wonder who I wronged lifetimes before this.
My mind sees my reflection;
She is me but not,
First, the past me laughing at my current pathetic stagnation
She wonders where the backbone went - the extrovert slowly introverted
But its gallows laughter and she hates me--
Hating in a mocking rage what the future self has sentenced her too,
There fire is still there though--so is the pain.
Its all there…
Second, the future self - looking back, with silver flecked hair
And crinkled eyes book-marking another chapter ending
Something seems dead behind those green-grey eyes
I can almost feel a sickness, the start of its passing
And for now nothing I can do will help it.
Mourning for the self that once was, or the dreams that never happened.
Finally just myself --
I’m alone i
Dream it all AwaySometimes I feelDream it all Away by SilverWynd
more dead than alive
and I begin to forget
how to breathe,
I need pain
to remind me
some part of me
is still human
but then I wonder
why still hold on
I should just
let myself go,
leave it all behind,
there is only
chaos in the world,
and maybe it would
be better just
to be numb,
if even death
will release me
from this unfeeling
or will it all just be
more of the same
and maybe there
is nothing else.
So I just
close my eyes
and try to dream
my life away.
Departed PrincessSanguine tears from her now empty shellDeparted Princess by Benjamin-Biddix
She lays in the dark pool within earths limbo
The palace runs red
Courtyard turns black
Throne becomes lifeless
The Departed Princess
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winterTrying to Hunt by Canis44
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden1. The Garden of EdenTorn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden by THFan259
Nitimur in vetitum
“Subdued to the glary light,
To The Paradise, the land of bliss,
I’m bound in this endless rite,
Magnificent, sheer wings have been given to me,
Simultaneously, incapable of flight…
O Lord, rusted chains you have wrapped around my fragile wings,
Enslaved by you, almighty God,
Kneeling I confess, by the freedom I am awed,
Father, by the knowledge I am mystified!”
Damnant quod non intelligent
His limpid blue eyes are filled with hope,
Gleaming folded wings awaiting the ethereal break away,
The silence conquers as his wish starts to decay,
Dismayed he waits,
Blood is dripping from the dreams that had led him astray.
“My glistening winged son,
Shallow words had reached my ears,
Let them hollow wishes shun;
My broken creation, you shall repent,
Blot out the thoughts intended your rank to descent”
Angel with the scabbed wings kneels for the last time,
By the stream of sorrow he has been taken away,
Sharp words infi
Just IceThe long nightJust Ice by BlackBowfin
into the blue
is a concept
a threat level
and light is
the eye-mind switch
it rolls the predju-
against the bricks
the snake's eyes
and your soul
unmadeclean, now, of your diaries;unmade by thetaoofchaos
sun cut, singed through the brume
pure and guiltless as a virus, white
without a needle eye or task to
lay into your inner brides, the bent
to disturb your wealth of fruit skins
or run my pathos through the calculus
and see my dimples rise as underlings
to terrorize your pond face, scold its careful
glass with frost or lunge into your acquiescence,
the satin cinch for your panoplies,
to make pillows for my wreck.
what am i when i’ve no effigy for doubt,
no biorhythms to sicken with childish bellows from my song?
there is no dormant eggshell to gather up this loss
and nothing left from which to birth;
if i cannot be of something else,
then nothing will become me.
MonsterYou fear me.Monster by rockgem
Not the reaction I wished from you
But better that than I beneath your heel
Power is a fickle thing
It shifts like the moon-tugged tides
You shattered my emotions
And I spend lifetimes finding every last piece
However distorted time and trials made them
Are all a part of me
I put them back together
Although some didn’t quite fit right…
I am cold.
Eerie and harsh.
A fairy-story villain
Something to scare children in the darkness
Someone to make an over-grown child like you quake
Why run now karma has turned its wheel ?
I’m the monster you created
And now you cannot face me.
Composed Upon an Abandoned SofaWe refuse to wake; trapped in pharma-sleep.Composed Upon an Abandoned Sofa by themagpiepoet
This place is as worn as the clothes we wear -
Look at the beauty of it all laid bare.
Our flesh and limbs lay still, knotted in heaps
Of spit and blood. Our narco-coma lies -
We have nothing but red eyes, skin ice-fair,
Our thoughts are stifled by the blackened air.
We are helpless - scarred at the mouth and eyes.
Here we crash, together. In smog we steep
Our secret, buried away from the sky
Amongst the ash, the phlegm and comrade flies
We'll sleep 'til one of us, from the gloom, cries
That these beautiful things, their scent and glare,
Are too scarce to sate our thirst for the deep.
Heaven In A Sad WayThere's a girl in the parkHeaven In A Sad Way by Schofield-Alan
Across the street from our house.
She's been there for days
Teaching an orphan bird
There's a man in a call center
Where I used to work
Stealing food from the fridge
He's run out of things to feed
There's a cashier in the store
Down the road from our place.
When she was just five
Her sister was electrocuted
And in another world
Broken birds and skinny dogs
Play in the snow with curious girls
And if you don't believe that
There's a world somewhere
In which you do.
PeacewalkerRecessive inspiration. Cracking. Convex glass.Peacewalker by Xeperpharos
Salt from that which no man is.
Stepping without stones - gentle ripples - generations.
Blurred horizon's fluid faults.
A song of circles glimmering
In bloody viking voice,
Revitalized in vulnerability.
The deafening sound of letting go
An Ex-SOLDIER (yeah... in my head)
Cherishes what's been lost.
Placid omens in what is golden.
Visions through the shattered crystal...
Fading timelines of outdated star-maps.
Accepting the paradox of Nineteen Eighty Four
"War is peace" (yeah... in my head)
Cannibalistic Cygnus Ouroboros
Digesting clippings in salted footprints...
catharsis.i.catharsis. by 91816119
The devil watched me dreaming,
kissed my wrists
and painted my lips with blood.
I bartered for my place in heaven,
but I was buried too deep
to be heard.
He pushed me
out to sea and I
valiantly tried to drown.
ScanvengersLike a murder of crowsScanvengers by SilverWynd
in vulture black,
scavengers of the soul,
eaters of the most tender
of the heart,
they flock merciless,
a cackle laugh,
it always ends with
road kill, death
for a calling card,
usually slow moving
agony to be savored,
they are the ones who forget
the pain and bitter tears,
after the feast,
once they picked it all bone clean
and they have reaped
others can pay the price,
of life and dignity
so cruel the collateral damagea village like one from Christmas filmsso cruel the collateral damage by alapip
meets tragedy, triggered by demons unknown.
tears in his eyes, the Governor says,
"your children will not be coming home".
lungs compress to a critical mass;
grief disperses the fallout far.
parents, stumbling, come to know,
where children were, now angels are.
we cannot suppose how others feel,
but as i age these empathies hurt,
sifting with time, settling in,
shared sorrows smother my hesitant heart.
the trolls toll this again today;
how 'craven' bespeaks of the NRA.
llp - dA - dec2012
Dear Little LightsDear Little Lights,Dear Little Lights by pullingcandy
You never knew me. You didn't know that I existed on the same planet as you, you were too small to understand the scope of the Earth. You lived in your secluded and sheltered circle of friends and family, as children do, merry and healthy, bright and focused. Not one of you had even an inkling that there was such a great, wide world, ready to be explored, and now, you never will. Tragically, unlawfully, disturbingly, you have each one of you been removed from the painting, inked out and painted over before you achieved any of your hopes and dreams. You will not be able to close your eyes and wait patiently for the day you grow up, the day you will marry, the day you in turn will hold a tiny, squirming body waiting for a name, so their light may shine.
You were taken before you were able to create lives for yourselves. And while you'll never get the chance to meet me, never be able to allow me the pleasure of holding your hands, or listening to your favorite bedtime
sunlightBefore the sun could rise, we returned from the Eastsunlight by goose-fat
And brought back golden gongs for our golden frescoes.
We were too alive to sleep, too enormous to tame,
And shook with the poverty that came suddenly with winter,
Calling and yawning, like stray cats out on the street;
When the sun came at last, and gorged itself on the fabric
Of skin, hair, and speech, we ran back, back, back
From our dreams of God, and the last flight left
Before we could even catch it; out on the road,
The world gave us tricks, offering leaves, blossoms, and other
Things as green as our blunders, while we called
For golden hands on our throats, a golden
Smell in the air, and the crackle of
Sunlight to consume our waning fires, amen.
A Heeling HeirTo’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,A Heeling Heir by Lady-Rosaline
I would bear the bitter cold gladly,
For the hurt we trade, a return tenfold
In happiness to share we shall receive.
My mirth and merriment are yours to nourish;
Like children on their mothers, their lives depend,
Who without maternal love are doomed to perish—
Their broken lives too shattered to mend.
There’s much for which I wish to thank you,
But I 've far too much to be gracious for.
And the confines of these lines allow only two,
But two my heart and soul do outpour.
Forgiving me without want of recompense;
For giving me the strength to move my pen.
Mea CulpaMea CulpaMea Culpa by Klei-Brandybear
- the fault is mine.
You're here again, my beloved. Staring down at the letters etched mechanically into white stone. Does the mere sight of my name wound you so? Were these letters what caused your face to twist into such anguish? The thought alone is a poisoned blade to my heart.
I'd go for you, I said. I told you I'd fight for you. That I'd fought to protect you. But maybe I was blinded like all the rest. Maybe... Maybe, even though you took the time and effort to caution me so, even though you risked facing wrath to warn me so... Maybe, I was blinded like all the rest.
I believed, you know? Believed in the glorified words they sprouted, believed that we were infallible. We were regaled with tales of victory and spoils, and of bringing peace while wielding the title of heroes. I believed in those words, and I believed in our cause. So I went. And I brought you with me.
We were gallant warriors, you and I. Though, we couldn't have been more different in our bat
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