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God GivenThe crack became a crevice
The crevice became a hole
Invited my mortal remains
To part company with my soul

God has given me these hands
To create beautiful art
It's not for me to say when
This earthly plane I shall depart

The tears became a torrent
The torrent became a flood
I was drowning in sorrow
I sought the buoyancy of good

God has given me these thoughts
To stimulate and inspire
With rhetorical reasoning
Until my bones can retire

The thought became a feeling
The feeling became the truth
Faith alone was now enough
Beyond the search for proof

God has given me this mind
So who am I to question
When He has granted me

Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
Show the world your vision
Through the story you tell

There's no right or wrong
So don't listen to critique
Your story alone is enough
So beautifully unique

And only you can tell it
Your version of events
Write it, sing it, paint it
Release, express and vent

Sharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
And with your own wise words
Those ghosts you will repel

Please be true to yourself
No embellishment required
Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire

So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line
As experience will grow
Through the passage of time

The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birth
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think

As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind

You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again

Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being

LightningHe was crying lightning
An impulse from the brain
Unable to ignite his bones
Only serving to drain

A sense of melancholy
For a poor boy so young
Each breath had become a curse
Not a gift from his lung

She was crying lightning
There was calm before the storm
In the eye of the hurricane
Her boy was never warned

A sense of compunction
As once again she rolled the dice
Not once doubting the idiom
Lightning never strikes twice

They were crying lightning
Protons and electrons collide
As she whispered her secrets
Into his ear she confides

A sense of duality
They caress each others spark
Yet they're no longer static
As they eme

RemedyA chemical reaction
Akin to the wings of a dove
You feel a karmic wind change
From this feeling called love

As I unfurl my wings
To the plague in your heart
I am your remedy
Now the healing can start

A spiritual moment
A timely epiphany
Everything in its right place
Just as it's meant to be

As I unfurl my wings
To the plague in your mind
Within the darkest caverns
I will bring you sunshine

A healing process
We will soothe each other's sores
My love, you are my life line
As much as I am yours

As we spread our arms
Two souls embrace as one
Your remedy is my cure
And our symptoms are now gone

SinkingRecently I've been sinking
Like a stone into a pond
Having skimmed across the surface
Of life for far too long

Please may I have a new heart
Along with a new mind
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not this time

Recently I've been sinking
Into myself like quicksand
No one sees as it swallows me
Each grain a mislaid plan

Please may I crawl inside your love
Mingle hearts until the end
I cannot reverse this feeling
No, I'm sorry, not again

Recently I've been sinking
Such an overused metaphor
But one which is cathartic
When choosing to explore

That I could save you my love
And in time you could save me
As fear and

Beneath The Ice SheetIt was a lonely cold winter's day
Not cold enough to freeze the leaves
But cold enough that as I exhale
It made visible this air that I breathe

The frozen grass around the pond
Creaks under my lead weight feet
Only fog alone will now obscure
What lies beneath the ice sheet

Are mine the only eyes to see her
Why is she still in her night clothes
Will she not be cold alone down there
Perhaps she has long since froze

And if so how does she talk to me
Knowing exactly how I think
Staring so long into her face
One day I'm sure I saw her blink

It was a lonely cold winter's day
I'd been here many times before
My parents told me to st

I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silent
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears

A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep

I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love

So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain

I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud

I watched as a

Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start

The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny

The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone

The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when

Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write

Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write

You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t

Your Life's A StageLife is comparable to a book
Which would make today a page
Don't dream of the drama unfolding
Act it out upon the stage

If the stage is your lonely room
And the theatre is your home
Then why not be the protagonist
Heroes never die alone

If you are treading those boards tonight
Then be careful how you go
Show the world and open your mind
To learn things that remain unknown

And if you are the director
Make sure the cast know their lines
If their actions stray away from the plot
Then cast them out of your life

If you are seeking attention
Awaiting ovation from the stalls
Be sure to do something worthy
Before the last curtain

We Have News On Your DaughterIt's early December
We sit in our daughters room
Looking over her possessions
Praying she will be home soon

Just in time for Christmas
Her presents are under the tree
Ready to create some more
Of those beautiful memories

It's now mid December
Terror has frozen our tears
As our angels face is slowly
Beginning to disappear

Our lives are a landfill
For unimaginable pain
As her baby brother weeps
Wanting his sister back again

It's now late December
The festivities have past
As searches for our princess
Are slowly scaled back

A knock on the front door
The endless fall to the ground
"We have news on your daughter
A body has

StarcrossedWe were found in a pool of blood
Starcrossed lovers in each others arms
Suicide note in your pocket
Your hand grasped tightly in my palm

You were wearing that red dress
Under your overcoat
The rain had fallen hard that day
Distorting the words which you'd wrote:

'Dear cruel world and everyone within
I am leaving you all today
With the only boy I have ever loved
Lay silent here next to me

Nobody understands me
Or heals my wounds like he does
He feels the pain and sadness too
and I think we have suffered enough

No tears should be shed on our passing
As our souls now reside as one
Look for us in the rain dew
Look for us in the

My Master's VoiceI screamed at him "I'm leaving!"
He smiled and said "okay"
I said "no, for once I mean it
This time you wont make me stay"

But bags were never really packed
And that night in our bed I lay
The taste of blood on my lips
Still remained there the next day

I screamed at him "please stop this!
I am the Mother to your child
Baby, I know you have a temper
I know my ways make you so wild"

"But I promise I'll try harder
Not to push your buttons so much"
With that the beast resumed control
As I quiver at each stolen touch

They scream at me to leave him
To them it's such a simple choice
But it's been so long since I've heard
Anything

CryingEverywhere I go I see her face
I never got to touch her soft skin
Tell me how can I mourn the ending
When we were yet to even begin

And please don't you tell me to move on
You really think that I'm not trying?
In truth all that I want right now
Is to get through a day without crying

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Take My Blood InsteadEvery morning without fail
I wake up at 5 o'clock
My bones are aware of something
Of which my mind is not

They tell me to move forward
Propelling me from my bed
Don't drain me of ambition
Please take my blood instead

Every morning without fail
The sun shines on where I lay
Characters in place, stage is set
What'll fate offer me today

Mister mundane mumbles
From his melancholic head
Don't rob me of the sunlight
Please take my blood instead

Every morning without fail
You give me belief in fate
Before this pensive pillow
Is lowered to suffocate

Fake feathers smother my face
There will be no tears shed
Don't take their memo

It's (not) All OverStrangely emotional
For one who never feels
And if I ever did
I always chose to conceal

Mother is proud of me
Even when I told her
Thirty two years of age
And it is all over

Strangely fictional
Is my life to this point
From the moment of birth
When they chose to anoint

Father is so proud of me
Even when I told him
That I have seen the truth
I will be a Muslim

Strangely optimistic
My mood is these days
Maybe it's her soothing words
Maybe it's His healing ways

She said she'd be my best friend
If I could not convert
But belief came so easy
Once my eyes had seen hers

Forever Breathing WallsAn old, abandoned house
cries out in the middle
of nowhere...

It is breathing terribly
through broken brick lungs,
it's heart is beating
somewhere inside
with each step we take -
'Come a little closer...
Let me shelter your soul.'

This house it carried
many hearts, so wipe your
feet on the worn out
'welcome home' mat,
come inside, come inside,

the cherry blossom, it's only
old friend, bows to you.

Blowing off the dust,
can you hear the
once upon a time - old man
cough and wheeze
in a rocking chair in the corner?
today, he's finally faded away.

Pull open the ripped curtains,
Sunlight wants to stream through,
If

The Butterfly JarIn her hand was a little jar
With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs

And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me

Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around

The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly

Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine

Free Your Mind, Lose ControlPut down all of your books
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine

Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin

Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi

Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny

Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe

The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover

The world outside your doo

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Daydreamers Amongst Us

by *Rifle1980, Dec 9, 2012, 3:35:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

To those daydreamers amongst us
Tomorrow will soon be today
So choose every word carefully
As they might be the last you say

And they will echo through time
After your final shadow is cast
But those words and those emotions
Will have no place in the past

They'll take their place in tomorrow
And every day to the end of time
Your words, your thoughts and your wisdom
Will deviate us from straight lines

And show people there's another way
Peace and love can re-wire our brains
Show us how to avoid hatred
And from negative feelings refrain

Otherwise I can see suffering
But on an unheard of scale
Nations and religions will collide
Peace treaties will continue to fail

So daydreamers amongst us
Please unleash your wildest thoughts
Drop your line into the sea of wisdom
And show us what you have caught

Daydreamers Amongst Usby *Rifle1980

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *Rifle1980

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~MidnightDarkest Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Awesome! I need to try to write like that!

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*Rifle1980 Dec 19, 2012 General Artist

aww, thank you

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~EmperorHadrian Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Superb!

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*Rifle1980 Dec 18, 2012 General Artist

thank you!

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~EmperorHadrian Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You're quite welcome!

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*NewEmma Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wow ! Now I wanna be a daydreamer too ! Haha !!! Very well written Colin !

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*Rifle1980 Dec 10, 2012 General Artist

haha thank you Jenny

Its not always possible to be able to daydream with our busy lives

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*NewEmma Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You're welcome and yes yes it is possible! You have to put your life on hold for a few minutes though !

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~CuddleSlut17 Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful. The last two lines made my imagery wonder. I hope by the time I'm your age, I can write this deep. Your work is inspiring to me. Great job colon. Thanks for sharing.

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*Rifle1980 Dec 10, 2012 General Artist

thats really very kind of you to say

It means the world to me if people like something I have wrote and even more so if they feel inspired

thank you

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