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Angel in a CageMy angel's wings were already cut,
long before I joined her life.

I have watched as her body entrapped her,
bar by bar, rusting away,
painfully slowly, yet much too soon.

Her fingers have bent into right angles,
knuckles swollen,
so now her hands
don't even look like hands anymore.

She never has a moment free of pain,
but she only ever cries with a smile on her face.
Christmas cards get her every time.

You can't give strength in a last will,
so I need her to hold my hand till
I find my own.
I'm too young to say goodbye.
Blackbird please, please fly by.

My angel, my hero…
Keep shining on me.

Someday her cage wil

InspirationSo many nights of dreaming,
Of wishing for magic and song,
And when I awaken,
My dreams continue,
Leaving me longing
For a world of my own making.
Characters beg for a chance to shine,
For adventures,
And a chance for love.
How can I deny them?
They live a life so different from mine,
And yet,
They are a part of me.
I wonder who is more real?

LamentFrom a forsaken valley of unrest,
Where souls can never try to breathe the air,
A scream, mourning the sanity that lays
On those that live, is searching all the ways
To reach a heart that still to dream can dare.

But, as it flows, the wrath of silent pains
That follows peace tries to destroy its sound,
Until a soul, willing to hear and dream,
Is found on fields that to be living seem
And, in a moment, to the scream is bound.

What was concealed then suddenly was clear -
The valley in which not a soul was free;
And, trying to not hear, the dwelling scream
Enslaved his ears and to be crying seemed
For all that he could wantonly now be.

But no

Children of Ash and EarthThe chanting filled my head.

Staring into the gentle crackling of the fire, I could hear the twisted lullaby repeating itself as if the monks themselves were beside me. Whispers, deep booming calls, broken calls to the heavens in a language nobody understood, they rose together in a clamouring tinnient at the back of my mind. They filled my head, building in volume and harmony as they sang to the rhythm of the fire. I heard those damned voices always, even when they were no longer singing. I wanted nothing more than to silence them forever. Staring hard into the fire, I wound the hand wraps tighter around my palms, re-wrapping them over and

The Truth of Love and HateWhat is love if not a curse?
What is hate if not a gift?
The former state will hold you back,
And yet the other gives you lift

Tell me friend, who has more strength:
A man with stars across his eyes,
oblivious to his own reality?
Or one after vengeance, the greatest prize?

Which man, perchance, would you entrust
with vigelance and hawke-like strength?
The man who cannot see the truth,
or the man who cuts through empty lies?

Which man, say you, would make it far,
In this hectic thing we all call life
A man who sees it all in gold,
or a man who's lived through countless strife?

Who makes for better soldier boy,
To fend for country and for l

Trapped With WarWe fought so hard.
We fought so far.
Now darkness fades,
And stars shine.
We watch as the desert becomes red,
with warm rays of light.

It ended yesterday.
Let's make sure it never happens again.
The past will stay gone,
And our sins will remain hidden.

We found beauty in distant lands,
Where we could never reach.
Great treasures surrounded us,
Yet what use were they,
when all the world was gone?

Fallen stones littered the ground,
As we knelt before that cold battlefield,
Where it ended shortly before death.
For what few minutes are left,
I wish to spend at peace.

Fault and fate become nothing,
As we saw that peaceful day,
where we saw all

My DarknessThe way my world was covered in darkness.
It all started one day when I was a young girl
I was innocent
Had not a care in the world
I loved to dance and sing
My long white dress spinning with me as I turned and turned
My arms stretched in the warm sun
My long black hair tangles
It covers my face and makes me blind
But I am happy

Outside I danced
Behind an old forgotten building
It was covered in vines and decay
Outside I danced
Next to a thin river
It flowed clear and pure
Coins shinned at the bottom as they reflected the sun
Outside I danced
Until she saw another girl dancing with me

The girl l

hide the damageThey think your strong
They think your fine
But they don't know
What's in your mind
And so we hide the damage

Put on a smile
Laugh, Don't cry
Can't ever let them
Doubt your lie
And so we hide the damage

You can worry
Cause you care
But you can't let them
Know your fear
And so we hide the damage

The few who know
Can't change the fact
So might as well
Do a happy act
And so we hide the damage
Don't let them see the damage

Prejudiced FutureDisappearing behind the barren mountains, the sun strengthened once again to plunge the surrounding wasteland into a reddish glow. Thunder echoed in the distance herding a wall of gathering clouds, it smelled of rain.
Lowering her head again, the lonesome girl continued to pursue the stony path. Her petite body was enveloped in a holey potato sack, cobbled together hopelessly out of a few animal hides. Barely enough to cover all parts of her dirty skin, or provide sufficient protection from the harsh weather, the rags hampered her pace even further by dangling into her tread now and then.

Stumbling forward barefooted on the cracked, drought-

Human ChallengeAs the violins play their last tune,
Piano marks the start of an emotional outbreak,
Children start crying,
Cities devastated in ruins,
Even love has left the hearts of loved ones,

Great force came upon us,
unleashed the full force,
that crippled us to the point,
where we fall,
and lost all hope,
for humanity...

What should we do.....

We must not fall in the eyes of darkness,
We must stand and fight,
Never give up,
Die if you have to,
Believe in yourself,
And protect the innocent,

Because we are HUMANS!
We will survive.

WarScarlet drops soak the ground
Gunshots fired, distant sounds
Metal flashes clear and bright
Screams of dying fill the night
Blood is pooling thick and dark
Life force dripping from dead hearts
Panting breaths as lungs recede
Into death, the hopeless tragedy

BloodletterSweet sealed sins,
Signed in blood,
Your resolve is thin,
You were killed where you stood.

Small silver dagger,
Gleams in moonlight,
Oh the bloodletter,
Thief of the night.

His dagger in your chest,
Blood stains the white,
Of your vest,
Inspires deep-seated fright.

The white turns red,
As does your sight,
They found you dead,
Before dawns first light.

A letter written in blood,
Pinned to your side,
And on it read,
"Tonight a sinner died".

Signed and sealed,
The Bloodletter.

Burn MeFrom embers she rekindles the flame
and the burning nose and tearing eyes
start up again
as you stare into the ashes,
breathing
the last curls of smoke

When one door closes...I’ve heard the saying
When one door closes, another opens,
I felt the disconnect and the lock clicked shut
It closed for just a moment
Then opened so hard
That it spun me

I went down in a haze of mixed emotions,
Not over my loss but feeling for you,
My wants mangling each other,
Eating each other alive,
Until there was nothing left
But me

When the tears stopped
and you were there, waiting
I ran toward you
Wanting change, wanting freedom
Embracing an uncertain future
For love

Your eyes were like the ocean
A swirling punch bowl of blue and white,
So inviting in their dance
So severe was the pull of your undertow
That I dove right in

Submerge, Emerge.All my life, wading, wading.
Shallow water spreads
Warmth between my toes.
Current sensed within.
All my life, waiting, waiting,
Waiting to go in.

All these years trying, trying
To show what flows through me.
Tantalizing lure..
Infinity innate..
All these years, dying, dying,
Dying to create.

All this time, filling, filling..
No way to release.
Skin cracks from tension
Of everything unshown.
All this time, feeling, feeling,
Feeling overflown.

Collect my thoughts.
Take steady steps.
Down down, until I am submerged.
What I see here,
Is crystal clear:
A way to let myself emerge.

What I see here,
Is crystal clear:
A way to let myself emerg

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CoraciiformesI have a kingfisher in my chest,
flashing veins and blue Mondays
deep within the crevices of my soul.

He nests tidings of war and
Halcyon days filled with oceans of idle promises.
I can feel him burrowing into summers past.

Somewhere within me there is a warm core,
glossy and dagger soft.
(That's fancy talk for "monogamy".)

blood waterdon’t worry, mama.
it’s not dead, see?
just sleeping.

hold out your hand.
feel that, mama?
it’s still warm.

look how small it is.
but it’s not dead.
just sleeping, mama.

yes, dear, it’s sleeping.
now put it back where you found it.
just in case it wakes up.

but, mama, i don’t want to.
the pavement is too hard.
the window sill is dirty.

you have to, dear.
everything in it’s proper place.
how will it find its way?

i’ll hold it ‘til it wakes up, mama.
then i’ll put it in the tree.
next to the feeder.

i think there’s a nest there, mama.
i saw two others yesterday.
but not

Sonnet 24Let the world's sharpness,
Like a clasping knife,
Shut in upon itself
And do no harm in this close hand of Love,
Now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound
Of human strife after the click
Of the shutting. Life to life--
I lean upon thee,
Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded
By a charm against the stab of worldlings,
Who if rife are weak to injure.
Very whitely still the lilies
Of our lives may
Reassure their blossoms from their roots,
Accessible alone to heavenly dews that drop
Not fewer, growing straight, out of man's reach,
On the hill. God only,
Who made us rich, can make us poor.

RoutineHe picked up the receiver, swallowed hard, and put it down again. She's busy, he decided. She was always busy.

His was a world of absolutes. He never had time for her. She was always busy. That was how it was then. That was how it always would be.

He paced about the room, thinking about everything but her: past meals, dust gathering in the corners, the days growing shorter, how he was alone on yet another Saturday night. He secretly hated every comfortable minute of it.

Around eleven o' clock, he gravitated back over to the phone and worried over calling her for a few life-changing seconds. He did not call her, but instead retreated to the

SnuffedOld flames are really just misnomers:
too deep wax lakes and stubby black
wicks accompanied by the stench of
smoke heavy with lighter fluid.

You too are a carbon deposit:
beautiful and unable to be removed
with a single clip; I never really knew
what to do with you, love, burning at both ends.

People have reasons for not keeping old candles:
a wasted match, a flickering memory, a handful
of ash--all forgotten in time. What is there
to show for them, save hollow votives of desire?

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by ~everystupidstar, Mar 3, 2013, 11:32:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I search your cells with tiny fingers,
split hairs in a ravenous fashion.
Distinctive as a freckle or a mole,
I move with you—I drink of you.
When the time is right, pluck me away,
set me aflame, or drown me in alcohol.

Tickby ~everystupidstar

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

UGH FORMATTING. WHY.
Alternatively, this could be a vampire poem.

*Nine-Inch-N41L5 Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I know it's about a tick, but from the first lines I almost thought it was about a baby feeding from the mother in a parasistic way which is a creepily interesting take on it... Lol?

~everystupidstar Mar 4, 2013 Professional Writer

Babies are kind of parasitic. LOL.

*Nine-Inch-N41L5 Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha, yeah, I'm bad at explaining stuff, but yeah, it made me think of how a baby was like a tick.

~everystupidstar Mar 5, 2013 Professional Writer

I got what you were getting at. :3

*Nine-Inch-N41L5 Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha, yeah.

~therainontheirparade Mar 4, 2013

_{This is lovely! I got the vampire bit after I read the description, and felt quite silly for not noticing earlier, but I think I was focused on the lovely wording!

It was a really nice read.}

~everystupidstar Mar 4, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you. Although it is actually about a tick, so don't feel silly. :3

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