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The Moon and NeptuneWith silent grace she shines aloft.
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.

Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.

Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.

BirthBirth

I.
La lune gardienne fantôme immaculée des ombres s'évapore dans le halo gigantesque du soleil levant.

II.
Les lampadaires sont encore allumés.
Avec le soleil qui se lève, ça donne
un air féerique à la seine.

III.
Les trainées roses caressent l'azur
comme la trace d'un doigt divin
et la sirène dans le ciel
s'efface vers des horizons plus purs
pour retrouver le cœur
qui manque à sa poitrine

IV.
Ca y est, l'enfantement du jour
est terminé. Les humains pressés
peuvent aller travailler.

Dauntless Marionetteshe is a thunder in the night,
strong and unyielding
but in reality.
her heart is broken glass
waiting to be mended

in her vision, the world is fractured
and she swore to never forgive it
she wept and smiled
loved and lost
then learned to love again

in her lies an unspoken gentleness
to let go of what was lost
to forgive those who have wronged
to continue to believe
when darkness is seemingly endless

in her wavering obedience
lies the desire to be unbound
and for that freedom she will strive
to give in and give it her all

she is strong-willed yet unsure
obedient yet stubborn
motherly in spite of ignorance
tolerant but i

RevisionBeauty comes
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.

OffrandesMes restes ont menti. Dépouille infertile J'ai pleuré du mensonge. Immense fondement sans valeur. Effondrement des voûtes surplombant le doute. J'ai galvanisé l'horreur dans mes larmes. J'ai ensorcelé l'espoir. Les yeux cousus. La langue tranchée. J'ai vécu un monde. J'ai déçu les armes. Abandonnées. Cachées du ciel. Les coureurs du vide m'ont rattrapé. Affalé. Nonchalant. J'ai capitulé sans lever les yeux. Je suis devenu leur porteur. J'ai incarné le vide. J'ai marché jusqu'au néant. Leur maître. Et l'esclave d'esclave est devenu pitance sans goût.

Unholy LoveYou say you've been tainted
That your heart is pitch black
Wrapped in undying flame
A train who's gone off the track

What you say might be true
But I find that so appealing
Innocence never lasts
And darkness is revealing

I see an angel with black wings
Who doesn't care if she's pure
Fire that burns hot and wild
You've got such a dark allure

Your eyes contain many secrets
They are piercing and seductive
Unholy love is enticing
Why should it be destructive

You're a little taste of hell
I'd gladly give up my soul
Perhaps you'll take my heart
Or better yet take me whole

I'm venturing into your darkness
With no desire to retu

Writing On the Water

I write secrets atop the surface of the water
This pond is my journal
The fish within it are my witnesses
They alone know the intents behind each of my words

My finger is a death-ray; silent but efficient
against all my deepest-felt notions of humanity and faith
It swirls out spells without a somatic component to them
Change has come to the shore of this little nook in the woods

I write down my fears on each ripple
They fade into infinity
Becoming none from many
Becoming mythology rather than substance

The sky above my mad errand is fading to night
Stars are trying to peek over my shoulder
The leaves on the wind attempt to tap m

HopeA small light in deep dark
Shines silently, a fragile bloom
But stil a strong will within a weak spark
that illuminates the gloom

A small light in dark days
Shines softly and will never fade
Within your heart it grows and always stays
this light, of hope it is made

Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers

But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place

Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two

Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die

BalanceBalance

Curiosity
Killed a cat; uncertainty
Kills relationships

JOURNAL DA II - mariage homo, lave plus blancExplorons aujourd'hui la question qui occupe plus la société française que les millions de chômeurs, les déserts médicaux et la visite d'un néo-fasciste sur la tombe du général de Gaulle : le mariage joyeux, dit aussi mariage gai. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi autant de gens gueulent contre le mariage gai, en général, c'est plutôt festif, un mariage.

Pouf pouf.

Examinons le point de vue des contradicteurs, ceux qui aiment le mariage triste. En gros :

"Le mariage est le fondement de la société, dont le but est de s'assurer de la continuité par la procréation. Il nécessite donc la présence d'un homme et d'une femme."

Alors, "fondement", oui,

DieseQue devient l'harmonie quand la clé du bonheur
Joue sur une mélodie faite d'accords mineurs
Quand tant d'altérations détruisent notre armure
Et que la division, du temps, bat la mesure

Que deviennent les notes hors de notre portée
Ces airs que l'on chuchote sans pouvoir les chanter
Surchargés de syncopes et autres contretemps
D'un tempo qui galope sans unité de temps

Nos deux tempéraments ont détruit notre gamme
Fait de nos instruments les quintes de nos âmes
Et si notre phrasé a gagné en mordant
Nous avons égaré nos plus beaux ornements

Pourrons-nous rapprocher

LA VIE QUOTIDIENNE DES 7 PECHES CAPITAUXActe I, scène I

Lieu : l'enfer, au sein d'une tour luxueuse, dédiée aux personnalités du lieu. On entre dans le bureau de travail des 7 péchés capitaux, juste à côté de celui "Succubus, Inc". La scène présente les 7 personnages en pleine réunion, style "brainstorming d'entreprise."

Paresse : j’ai pas la forme aujourd’hui…
Colère : la forme de quoi, grosse pute ?
Luxure : on m’appelle ?
Jalousie : si c‘est « grosse », oui…
Gourmandise : oh oui des grosses pâtisseries…
Avarice : … avec l’augmentation du sucre et du beurre, tu n’y penses pas !
Orgueil : je vais les faire moi-même,

RebeccaRebecca—
this is my name with the shades
rolled up, body exposed to the sun,
a simple word that I carry
like a badge or a cross or a scar.

It is my name
dripping from my lips like poetry,
hiding inside colors and pictures,
stories and music.

It's my name with the lights off,
me sitting in the middle of the room
with no one to say it,
arms crossed over my ribcage,
forehead on my knees,
shapes twisting behind my eyelids.

Rebecca—
this is my name burrowed in
the obscurity of language,
building bridges and raising walls.

It's my name spoken
through cigarette smoke and slurred voices,
caught up in an embrace,
wandering aiml

Snowfall He was the last to leave.
Janine's business partner was still inside, waiting to go over some scheduling, and so the glass-paned double door behind Janine and Harlan glowed yellow with light from the lobby. Janine shivered, her gloved hands shoved tightly into the pockets of her puffy coat. Harlan was bundled up, too. Two Eskimos faced each other, sheltered from the light snowfall by the awning bearing the name of Janine's theatre company.
"I'm so happy you're here," she said, and then flushed, chuckling nervously. "I've said that a lot tonight, haven't I? But really, I'm so glad you came. That you're part of this."
Harlan's eyes crin

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psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.

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

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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.

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by ~Somnolent-Droid, Oct 22, 2012, 2:44:54 PM
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I saw Him rise and He does exist,
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.

Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,

Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the ancient Book!

I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!

Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!

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This one goes out to all the Cthulhu cultists out there, wishing on a star! lol

~NotenSMSK Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is well written although I hope you are not a staunch Cthulu believer

Nevermind that. So the meter was consistent and the rhyme was natural. The message/story wsa clear and understandable... nothing wrong there. There are a few portions that I would like to point out:

"And watch the stars as they realign"

The "as they realign" adds a certain disruption in the flow of the work. In my opinion, "And watch the stars realign" would sound better and will be read slightly slow rather then speeded up to match the rhythm.

"as I opened up a famous book"

That seems quite out of place in the writing. It is kind of childish... the"famous" part to be specific. An "ancient" book or something of thesort would sound better. Over all a good read and lol... you seem to be quite the cthulu fan

~Somnolent-Droid Feb 24, 2013

Thanks for the comments! I'm actually an atheist, so no worries about me sacrificing stuff to the Great Lord Cthulhu (All Hail!).

"I watch the stars as they realign" is a reference to the rising up of Cthulhu when the stars are right, so it would be difficult to put it any other way. It's a reference from the Lovecraft's work.

"as I opened up the famous book". This is a reference to Lovecraft's neronomicon; a fictional book, that actually doesn't exist. I was initially going to use the word "holy" but thought that some might deem it offensive, considering the whole poem is a double entendre, gently lampooning religion. I'm not anti-religion, I just don't happen to be religious myself.

I like the "ancient" suggest very much, and will adjust the poem accordingly! Thanks

~NotenSMSK Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Ah I see

then no worries for you

Ah... I never knew that Cthulhu also follows the aligning of the stars.

Ah... well you have quite the references in this work and being a not yet a fan of Lovecraft, I am unable to relate

You are welcome

~Somnolent-Droid Mar 4, 2013

When the stars are right then Cthulhu will awaken.

Lovecraft is good and bad. If I were to recommend one of his books, it'd have to be At The Mountains of Madness because it's one of the very few where Lovecraft's racism doesn't rear its ugly head.

~NotenSMSK Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I shall try to keep the title in mind but I don't think I will be able to read it

don't have time

~Somnolent-Droid Mar 8, 2013

Hey, no worries you've already done more that your fair share of reviewing my work, you deserve a break! After all, I might, possibly, become quite productive soon and start bombarding DA with stuff..possibly XD

~NotenSMSK Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Really? that would be some breakthrough if you manage to get so busy

lets wait and see

~Somnolent-Droid Mar 14, 2013

*tatterdemalioncandle Nov 18, 2012 Student Writer

I think I died laughing on the last line.

~Somnolent-Droid Nov 19, 2012

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