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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

Take Another PillWhen I was just a child
About twenty years back
I never would have thought
I would turn out like that
Or indeed like this
If I speak in the present tense
I guess I’m tense in the present
If that makes any sense

When I was at the mercy
Of the medical profession
They told me I was suffering
With clinical depression
And tapestries woven this tight
Into such an infant mind
Would be difficult to unspool
Unthread and leave behind

When I was just a boy
Around ten or so years back
I fell into a deep hole
But it felt more like a trap
I couldn’t get out of there
In fact I’m stuck here still
And all anyone can do
Is to prescribe anot

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

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

Beautifully Flawed Wild AnimalsAs a child I was kicked by a horse
While approaching from behind
It knocked me clean across the stable
This fragile framed boy of nine
I tried so hard to be strong and brave
And as Mother wiped my tears away
All I could think was I must return
To the stable the very next day

I barely slept a wink that night
For thinking about the steed
And how the doctor said I‘d be dead
If hoof had hit below my knee
Running my hand over the horseshoe
That was bruised onto my thigh
I felt a very real connection
Between the animal and I

Mother woke me as dawn broke
Asked if I still wanted to go
To visit the scene of the crime
To visit my equus foe
I n

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

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

Daydreamers Amongst UsTo 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

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

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

Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous drip
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good

Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger

Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain

Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer

Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative

I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse

Dead at 16My worries are a reservoir
Her worries are a lake
In that they’re very real indeed
Whereas mine are very fake

Invented to seek attention
Lies, oh despicable lies
One day I’ll drown in metaphors
Please be sure to sympathise

But while you show me this concern
Who'll be looking out for her
Blood curdling screams from my mouth
She is nil by mouth and verse

I have cried wolf so many times
She can’t even cry her own tears
My lies are spun in silk cobwebs
My spinneret shrouding your ears

I spoon fed you daily doses
So it was easier to digest
I planted those seeds of sorrow
Your fertile mind did the rest

Lies, all those despica

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

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

Repulsive By DesignLet me tell you this my friend
And I will tell you no more
If my passion is your crime
Then your love should be my law

I’m the exception to the rule
And the end of this blood line
I should hang my head in shame
I am repulsive by design

Allow me to elucidate
And I will tell you no lie
I am charged with being charmless
And I have no alibi

Feloniously you broke my heart
One chamber at a time
Though I’d expect nothing less
I am repulsive by design

Beware of the broken hearted
Indeed consider with caution
Repulsion cleansed my sorry soul
Such a spiritual abortion

But when a full term of sorrow
And low self esteem combine
I still r

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Local youths are laughing at me
But yet still I feel no shame

Their stares are bouncing off me
Their words barely penetrate my ears
The cold weather, not my emotions
Is the reason for my tears

They found me in my dressing gown
I left my slippers by the front door
My bare feet have been torn to shreds
From broken bottles of the night before

New years eve celebrations
Chance for you all to begin again
I urge you to spend your time wisely
Love your family, love your friends

They found me in my dressing gown
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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

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

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At the end of the night when we kissed
But as you begged me once again to stay
I could taste suicide on your lips

And such an intoxicating fragrance
Far removed from the stench of death
Such a beautiful perfume of life
Of a lost girl hollow from neglect

Am I too late to save her my Lord
Will those lips ever smile again
When razorblade remedies are scarring
Her beautiful porcelain skin

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Awoke and cried tears until midday
For your past and your present you mourned

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My Bastard Stepfather

by *Rifle1980, Feb 8, 2013, 5:32:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

My bastard of a stepfather
Visited my room again last night
Crept in the door, creaking floorboards
He always turns out my night light

I can feel his presence coming closer
I smell his alcohol reeking breath
No longer do I shiver now
As I have no nerve endings left

Waiting for what seems like an age
I feel his wicked eyes on my skin
My innocence has long since gone
So maybe now it’s my time to sin

I hear his belt buckle and trousers fall
This bastard should really take more care
He’s taken me to hell and back
This time I’m going to leave him there

Feel his rough hands on my shoulders
As he slowly peels off my night dress
His right hand as big as my waist
As his left slowly moves to my chest

The mattress sinks as he enters
Slowly moving his body behind
You would think this was love making
The way that he is taking his time

But maybe it’s guilt or disgust
At this vile act which he commits
He climbs on top and the bed rocks
As he clenches his hands around my wrists

But I have been here so many times
He won’t hold me down for much longer
As his pleasure begins to make him weak
The thoughts of revenge make me stronger

How many teenage girls are there
Who keep a knife under their bed?
Perhaps only those who’ve been violated
Until the point they have cried and bled

How many teenage girls are there
Who would murder their Mothers lover
Relieve their abuser of their manhood
Watch him bleed to death through the bed covers

My Bastard Stepfatherby *Rifle1980

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~kiyoshikitty Apr 26, 2013

This is incredible also, you are absolutely amazing sir

*Rifle1980 Apr 27, 2013 General Artist

thank you!

that is really nice of you to say so.

Thanks too for the faves and watching me

~kiyoshikitty Apr 27, 2013

Awes your welcome ^-^... thank you for being awesome

*Caelestis-ficta11 Apr 2, 2013 General Artist

This is so...true. Thank you greatly for writing this, it's incredible.

_{Strangely and frankly scarily, this reminded me all too much of my childhood. Hope that's not too personal.}

*Rifle1980 Apr 3, 2013 General Artist

Thanks so much for the comment.

Sorry to hear you have been through things like this. You can be as personal as you like

Sometimes its easier to talk to people on the internet than people closest to you

*Caelestis-ficta11 Apr 3, 2013 General Artist

You've got a wonderful poem here, no need to thank me!

Ah, it's alright, the past is the past, no? Indeed, it is sometimes.

*mexicanpedo Mar 16, 2013

Oh my god, SHIVERS!
This is absolutely incredible!!
I had actually thought of taking a picture related to this subject.
While putting my little niece to sleep, I suddenly had the words "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy wants to play, promise it won't hurt" in my head (..yeah creepy moment), now I'm waiting for the right occasion to shoot.
After reading this I can't wait! haha

xx Dzeni

*Rifle1980 Mar 17, 2013 General Artist

it's good to know I am not the only one who has creepy moments lol.

As long as you only had those words in your head I suppose. Imagine your nieces face had you said them out loud xD

Really glad you liked this and can't wait to see your idea come to life

thanks Dzeni

~KuraDesu Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Rape is one of my worst fears.. I wish all those sick people who do this receive the same fate

*Rifle1980 Mar 5, 2013 General Artist

yeah, possibly the worst crime in my eyes.

thanks for commenting on this

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