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Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throne
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage

Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred

He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
Peering jealously
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and

Divided Against A Blackened SkyDivided against a blackened sky,
No idea where my loyalties lie;
I've been outcast by the people I knew:
I can't find anyone who will stand true.
I fought beside them for so long
I don't know where I went wrong
Now I'm left here alone
Never have I been so far from home.
Walking by myself in the dark
My soul is tearing apart.
Feeling longing for what I lack
But I know I can never go back
Even as the darkness closes in,
This is where I'm supposed to begin
I cannot live, yet I will not die
For I'm divided against a blackened Sky.

RuinsFallen, desecrated -
The windows to your soul are stained;
You would kill to be a mosaic, but
You are no Roman empire.

The windows to your soul are stained -
You were never high beloved, no
You are no Roman empire;
You have crumbled under the weight of the world.

You were never high beloved,no -
Fallen, desecrated -
You have crumbled under the weight of the world...
You would kill to be a mosaic.

London as MythThe serpent is Janus-faced a thousand fold,
With a Medusa’s head of many mouths
And a body coiled, spliced and cold
That combs the metal undergrowth;

A metropolis from stone and steel,
That reaches ‘round the monoliths
Made out of sweat and blood of will,
Tapering sword-edges breaking rifts

Among the reefs of called-up spirits,
With the ferocity to throw down hail,
Or to rise up the phoenix who whips
A gentle heat from wings and tail.

Best Served ColdOn the menu tonight,
You'll find my heart.
Would you like it served
With a poison dart?

Perhaps you'll enjoy it
On a silver platter
Eat it bit by bit.
Delicious? Don't flatter.

Would you like it
Hot or spicy,
Or bitter or sweet?
Grilled or roasted,
Fit to eat?

Go ahead, just ask, be bold...
But if you ask me,
It's best served cold.

*Tapestry*Hallucination one dark night
Sight of fantasy and delight
High king of Ireland's court did 'tend
Celtic twilight this vision did lend.

Mists of time enclosed my form
Free to wander until the dawn
Looked and saw vision of Celtic gold
On grey hair, on one so old.

Wimples white on ladies heads
Delicate hands long since dead
Rustic oak and dogs that bark
Forest primeval very dark.

Horses grazing, running free
Palfrey for lady did I see?
Mysterious vison impression made
Tapastry woven finest brocade.

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6th November2012

Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning

An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition

While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station

Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight

He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally

He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows

Shock WavesFaces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the citie

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.

The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.

All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.

Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).

******

I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"

Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.

Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.

The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.

Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
fabricating nightmares
and crimso

J'ai pris le temps(English version below)
J'ai pris le Temps.
J'ai pris le temps dans ma main et je l'ai broyé.
Je l'ai fait reculer, je l'ai acculé, je l'ai bloqué et menacé.
Je l'ai étiré dans tous les sens et je l'ai déchiré.
Et puis finalement, je l'ai oublié.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Ou c'est lui qui m'a pris.
L'un de nous s'est mépris.
Et l'autre reste surpris.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Passionnément.
Tout doucement.
Je l'ai aimé puis détesté.
J'ai pris le Temps, j'ai pris le temps.
C'est un enfant, terrible, tentant.
Il m'a échappé, a fui en courant.
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Mais de temps en temps...je le reprends.
Version anglaise : Merci beaucoup à Menotmyselfori ([link]) pour sa traduction!!!!
I took the Time.
I took the time in my hand and I crushed it.
I made it reverse, I cornered it, I st

Lost LoverI woke up to a world entangled in white,
where the black trees coexisted with light.
And the ice fell swiftly upon my pale skin,
waking me and making me feel alive again.

Enchanting it was, but it left me so cold,
as I was yearning to find my lover to hold.
Somewhere deep in the darkness of dusk,
I had lost him to the wintry must.

So I searched for him again and again,
shouting his name in the depths of the wind.
But no matter how hard I tried to speak,
I could feel the ice sealing my lips so weak.

Then in the distance I could hear a sound
that said, "Darling, won't you come around?"
It shook me and made me feel empty ins

The SeductionGoddess, Temptress -

float
as if a cloud.

Black silk, porcelain,
smile like a siren's song,
hypnotist eyes...

awake in me a need -
I hunger.

Scotch is no companion.

The only poison
I want to touch these lips
is you.

Mass RealityPlastic society
Isolated streams of consciousness
Reusable
Creations that do not matter

Decentralised stupidity
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Cardboard cups
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings

Wired towers
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Contagious
Assimilated self destruction
Antidote
Buried by acquired wishes

Plastic society
Its mindless billions of br

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Annoying. How these questions pop into my head. But after years of asking and receiving no answers, I got used to them. They unknowingly became a part of me I don't even notice them anymore. And slowly, they crept to the very back of my mind. But they didn't vanish completely.

I don't really know why I'm on this earth. Every day is hell. I just want to die. To be rid of everything. To escape. F

Numbering DaysIf my feelings now would be described
No such words could fuel the fire
Of such heaven it has inspired
In these moments, I'm not a liar

An endless charade of pain is the past
But even it holds a dream, a path
Memories of light who knows how long will last
Withstanding the worst of hatred, of wrath

To this then, the present, a gift
In which time, I hope, will not sprint
Tomorrow, reality will inevitably lift
Though through years and more, forever a print

"Seems just like yesterday," so familiar now
Wishes wished to go back to there and then
I make instead this more possible vow
To keep what once was in my heart, now open

Countl

Battle of HopesInspiration strikes
at the oddest of moments.
Emotions concealed are caged birds
set free to the blue horizon.

Feelings are arrows
different in reason and core,
painting the myriad of creation,
this alone is the aim.

Joy, anger, victory, a whim,
tangled in the web
of our deepest depths,
unrecognized until struck.

And for this piece awakened,
brought to life by midnight,
gratified be the precious curse,
love.

Yet, it is not the passion
I must thank.
But he who fueled the flame,
the silent messenger.

Denial would be foolishness,
lying, my greatest shame,
as I burden my shoulders
with this love unrequited.

The will to wa

Unofficial VowIt's been some time since I went back home. I can't help feeling joyous. Yes, how I missed the scent of pines and high altitude. Soon, I would be going back home. People are staring at me. I guess I must look weird. An old man alone with a smile on his face.

As I await my flight, I take out my wallet and take hold of the photograph of the woman I love. Oh, her dark, hazel eyes get my heart beating so fast even though they're just in a photograph. I hear my flight's call and I almost ran to the gate in my excitement. Ah, soon, I will be home.

I'm seated at the window seat but the awesome skyscapes don't amaze me. Instead, both my heart and m

The Gift of KindnessGreat.

It's 9 pm and I'm alone. The jeepneys have left and not a trace of a taxi is showing up. I just had a fight with my best friend and I, being the fool I am simply left and walked to wherever my feet would drag me. I can't call home since I left my phone there and dad works night shift so I've got no one to pick me up. But if that wasn't bad enough, life just had to torture me more and collaborated with the skies to make it rain. Hard.

Just another typical day for a human.

Well, at least I got my umbrella. But even it couldn't save pitiful little me from being soaked to the bone. Thank heavens for this shelter I found. At least it kee

Double-Edged SwordCan't quite remember when
but never do I forget
to lie to myself not
the promise of iron fist.

A surprise? Not really,
how easily others could be read.
A gesture, a habit
windows to secrets.

Odd how different you are
a puzzle simply impossible,
even sharpness cannot penetrate
such mysteries kept hidden.

Name it fate, destiny perhaps
whichever, it doesn't matter
but stagnant is one thing,
your complexity turned mine into insanity.

Once, I understood my madness
now everything is demented to chaos.
Should I thank you maybe
for freeing what I most guarded?

But too much war was fought
my blood alone was drained crimson.
Now t

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A Challenge to Thanatos

by ~DSteffi, Jan 12, 2013, 5:28:15 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

You hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.

Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.

Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.

Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotion has left you and oh, does it grieve.

Torn apart by the unknown you so fear,
Where the knight is kept in a little girl’s dream.
Dreading for the day you finally get to breathe,
For now you’re still stuck gasping in your coffin.

Remember though in your deepest of depths,
Exists a single string gliding from the web.
Whispering softly like the sliver of a note,
Waiting for your strength to come grab and hold.

A Challenge to Thanatosby ~DSteffi

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Thanatos was is the god of non-violent death. To read more about thanatos, you can go here:[link]

With all the problems and crap thrown our way, there comes a time when we fear we might break. That we'd think of suicide, get depression and simply find no meaning in life. We die while we're still alive. Let us challenge death. Challenge ourselves. To live the time we have and simply enjoy the good things. To challenge death, we must not only survive, but live.

!st poem of 2013, I wish to write more this year.

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~SoraIsMyHomeboy Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i like this poem, especially the ending. your rhythm was nice and the rhymes weren't cliche. they were subtle and only used when necessary. keep up the good work.

~Echo-of-Echo Jan 13, 2013 Student Writer

This is really fantastic.

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