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A Challenge to ThanatosYou 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?
Emotio

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

BulimiaI put my head up,looked at the mirror.
"Look at you",I said.
"Your eyes are red of crying,
Your face blushed of pain,
You have a scar on your hand,
Thanks to your teeth".
I really tried to be perfect,mama,
I really am trying.
Why do I keep hurting the ones I love?
And my heart is beating fast.
I think I am gonna fall.
Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me.
I need the smell of your skin on me now.
I love you.
My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection.
I am a stranger there.
And I was still looking at the mirror.
Talking to myself.
Staring at my own bulimic reflection.
"Look at you!You are beautiful even when

You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.

Room 227you just keep pulling the pins out of all the grenades,
and i just keep falling apart because those pins were holding me together.
they keep hitting the floor like a fallen angel parade,
spent cartridges from the cold trenches of heaven.

cloud nine opens it's throat to sing cadence
and i'm standing under the blades,
so cut me down from my complacence
and let me drown beneath this morbid rain.

you just keep pulling all the stitches out of this scenery,
and i just keep spilling my guts because that thread was holding me together.
we are ransom notes and morse code and machinery,
spent cartridges in room 227.

I'm afraidI'm afraid

I'm afraid of failure,
Of disappointing,
Seeing those ashamed looks on their faces,
Because I know I'm not good enough,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of speaking my mind,
For I know that others will ruthlessly speak theirs,
And I know their words are going to hurt me,
But I won't have the heart to hurt them back,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of the future,
Because I don't know where I shall be,
Or what I shall do,
I'm still trying to piece my puzzle together,
I'm afraid, very afraid,

I'm afraid of success,
For with this comes jealousy,
And with jealousy comes lust for hurt,
Nothing good can possibly

ApocalypseAnother broken heart
People in forever pain
Open and ripped apart
Calm wants not, rain
All I see is a fresh start
Let all the rage drain
You are a piece of living art
Peace is the future, hatred slain
Slowly the world turns, a fresh start
Eyes upon the future, a new year, will love reign?

Faithshe carries it ‘round her neck like a crucifix;
she writes it on the scapulae of deer and human skulls.
in her pile of oracle bones, lies her faith.
and when the snow falls, her fingers become frozen in scripture;
she’s left muttering the names of her god again and again.
it matters not which words leave her mouth because god is everything

everything

until she was nothing.

Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall
You see me,
Watch me,
My every rise and fall.

Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?

I look at you
you stare no slack
Silently judging
Behind my back

My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..

Lucifer's fall

Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.

Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.

You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.

I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.

I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.

I can feel

Hey, I'm still aliveHey, I'm still alive
My hearts still beats on
I'm not dead, just simply
not doing anything
I'm just moving through life
without much motion
without a care
Why should I care?
Everything ends anyway
Just don't bury me
I may come back
I may

amygdala.n.
center for convergence
of sensory data;
major organizer of
emotional information.

I find that this word
is nearly always
on my lips-
nearly as often as your smile is.

I would like to know
just how it works, and why
it seems so relevant to me,
and exactly what you are
doing to me
that makes it go
so deliciously
h a y w i r e .

firm gripYour fingers strum
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath

I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit

I lie every time I nod my head in silence

It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding

The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails

Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
craggy rocks
years ago

Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes

Head strong
into the squall
moves through and between
wriggling fingers

Isolated IIsolated I
Build walls around my words
Word-walls around my worlds
Shave off sharp edges
Blunt broken-glass glaciers
Compact, confine, conglomerate
The five in one, the whole wide array
Of thought, behaviour, movement
Into the box of 'normal'
Re-channel, restructure, move maddening impulse
To accepted acceptable action
Break pattern stride shape form
Snap string mid-sentence
Reject repetition, reject rocking, reject unreal reality
Re-shape in readable readiness
For quashing quick-draw question
Silencing scepticism, attacking assumption
But home, here, hearthfire
Here, isolation is intention, internal instinct.
Understood, u

Love's Torture When DeadThe hand grasps my soul,
The feeling rips at my side and stomach till I can no longer breath.
It's cold hand pricks my heart,
Making my gasps of pain more real.

I scream in frustration as it whispers in my ear,
"Love is beautiful" some will say.
I think it is a one way ticket to hell.
Especially when you are still unsure about what love is.

Loves cold body wraps around me,
Choking my breath.
I bite my tongue so hard that it bleeds,
I will not be saying anything now.

Love when dead is just a thing that makes us cry,
And die on the inside.

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by ~Somnolent-Droid, Nov 4, 2012, 5:18:32 AM
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Sing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).

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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 crimson coloured dreams.

Four-and-Twenty Cultistsby ~Somnolent-Droid

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

The title is a play on the old nursery rhyme "Sing a Song of Sixpence" which has the line "four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie". The rhyming scheme is kind of similar to it! I'm not sure how that happened...hmm

Anyway the actual "Sing a Song of Sixpence" has been interpreted in lots of different ways. Most of these old nursery rhymes often have more significance than it seems.

Anyway!

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~Hanachi-Shitsukki Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh the imagery! All the images and... I can hear the voices of children singing happily in my head. ''Dead men never die, Dead men never die~''
Haunting ♥

~Somnolent-Droid Nov 4, 2012

Ha! I'm glad you like it. It was fun to write - and to sing

~Anovoca Nov 4, 2012

Good rhymes and great imagery here. The only thing holding this poem back is your halfhearted attitude towards it.

also, line 17 has an extra (odd number) syllable. I would drop the "so" or say "lies here broken"

to make the syllable count even.

Also not a fan of the verse about starts growing brighter on blood of kills. Imagrey here doesn't make sense. All the other verses on this are wonderful!

~Anovoca Nov 4, 2012

I am not sure why a smily decided to show up in the. Iddle of that sentence. I blame this pos qwerty phone

~Somnolent-Droid Nov 4, 2012

Ha, don't worry I often stick random smilies, lols and exclamation marks in my comments...I'm trying to kick the habit, the smilies are the least serious of my numerous crimes against literature.

Anyway, many thanks for your critique. I've removed the negative blurb, dropped the "so" and slightly altered the line about the stars. The idea behind that line was that as the poem goes on, the scene becomes more apocalyptic. The stars glow red in a darkened sky, nourished by the blood of those fallen. When the stones roll through the hills, that's intended to symbolize the destruction of the world and mankind. The world is becoming the devil's domain.

I wanted to use different words in that verse, but they were too long and
mangled the flow, so it's a bit weak and my intended meaning is obscured I guess...

Thanks for the critique, I really appreciate it

~Anovoca Nov 4, 2012

ah, ok i get the metaphor now. In that way your imagery is very close to revelations were the light of moon actually goes out (instead of getting brighter) and the stars fall from the sky. I think the problem I had with stars getting brighter is that they are often used as a symbol of hope so saying they get brighter sounded like a metaphor for an increase in hope.

~Somnolent-Droid Nov 4, 2012

Yes, I see what you mean. I guess I'll pin some of the blame on Mr Lovecraft for robbing the stars of their innocence and hope. I sometimes see them as cold, distant, mysterious and tinged with malice now. But as you point out, that's not the general impression most would have of brightly glowing stars!

~Ohygglighet Nov 4, 2012

Epic

~Somnolent-Droid Nov 4, 2012

Thanks so much!

~bookbrink Nov 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Uurhurrgh
Those first and last verses were my favorites. I really like this, not only the rhyme scheme, but the word choice.
"Crimson colored dreams," and "Dead men never die," were just incredible lines. I wish I had written this first, dang.

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