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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

Whatever Is To DoWe were ever so worried
When we found the knotted noose
And scribbled diary entries
With tales of self abuse

Teenage tears and tantrums
Can easily be explained
But what on earth would cause these
Freshly dripped blood stains

We were ever so worried
When you locked yourself in your room
Painted the walls pitch black
And ignorantly we assumed

That this was just a phase
That it would soon come to pass
And pass it indeed did do
Far too soon and far too fast

We were ever so worried
When you dyed black your hair
No longer did we recognise
The child that was once here

Our precious little angel
Where did your shaken bones go
And

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

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

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

The Man Who BurnsI am too sterile and static
I can feel you walking away
Into the arms of the man who burns
But then again why would you stay

He is so young and beautiful
He lives life while I rehearse
Acting upon his desires
While I write about mine in verse

Our love was Russian roulette
Without bullets in the chamber
Passing the gun back and forth
Without any sense of danger

The fire in your heart has gone now
This cliché is not lost on me
Metaphorically I'm the water
That dampened our destiny

You said you would never leave me
But this contract was never binding
I want you to find your freedom
If there's a freedom worth finding

Bey

In Love, I RemainI hold the guitar against me
But I'm afraid it just wont do
No notes that I play could compare
To the symphony that is you

So who is the orchestrator
Of this harmonic elegance
The beauty of which sustains me
With such a lasting resonance

Angels, please sing us a chorus
And paint the clouds so silver lined
May she always dream in colour
And may I always speak in rhyme
One single whispered word from her
Always seems to eclipse my pain
With belief, hope and destiny
Forever in love, I remain

I hold the paintbrush in my hand
Until creative thoughts will cease
But no strokes could ever come close
To your beautiful masterpiece

Ea

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

Every Time With The Same BrushEvery time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote

So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?

She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas

Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows

Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars

Every tim

Bi-PolaroidWill you take a Polaroid picture
And shake it in your hand
As you wait for it to develop
Please try to understand

That my smile might as well be painted
My tears photoshopped out
I'll add a caption on the reverse
So there will be no doubt

That I swing low like a pendulum
In a grandfather clock
That I fly high as a soaring kite
With each tick and each tock

Will you take a Polaroid picture
And hold me in your hands
As you wait for me to develop
Please try to understand

There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice
I'll thaw myself for you
And those things I said with aggression
I will try to undo

You should take me in to a dark r

Reality BitesReality bites
Where as he tore shreds
From the pristine pages
Of the book you once read

A promise of a Prince
And of a fairytale
On those lonely nights
Serving to regale

And offer some solace
In times of despair
When hope felt as distant
As the love you once shared

Your book was unique
Though you try to replace
The words and the images
But you still see his face

Suffocated by life
Each breath hard to find
A broken, tarnished heart
In tumultuous times

Reality bites
But with your pride still intact
Maybe now is the time
That for once you bite back

The Unread BookYou only see the outline
Please take a closer look
I am the silhouette
I am the unread book

Letters and words within me
Arranged in such a way
This narrative keeps the readers eyes fixed
To the words that I say

Evoking an array of emotions
From the first page to the last
Keep you from putting me down
Chapter to paragraph

Heroes and heroines
Acting out in fictional arenas
Facts and figures educate
And quench lifes thinkers and dreamers

The feel of my page on your fingers
The scent that lies within
They judge me on my appearance
Before the first chapter even begins

So I remain on the shelf
Slowly gathering dust
Nowadays t

Suicide On Your LipsI tried so hard to pull away
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

You spoke of your sorrows till midnight
Then you slept in my arms until dawn
Awoke and cried tears until midday
For your past and your present you mourned

And when the last tear finally fell
I explained I'd never lea

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

Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcage
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null

Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page

There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page

Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored

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I'm Really Not OkayWhen I whisper of my woes
How can anyone hear
When the din of their own lives
Is ringing in their ears

Forcing a smile as they glance
Frown as they look away
Please somebody turn around
I'm really not okay

You refuse to see the signs
A deluge of denial
Drowns out my facial features
The absence of a smile

Obliged to ask how I am
Your concerns I allay
But then again I would do
I'm really not okay

Hold back the transparent tears
A dam of repression
I'll be damned if anyone
Sees through my confession

Slowly my world unravels
Life's tapestry will fray
My pain has been tailor made
I'm really not okay

I write poems

Tidy Little BoxesEverything in tidy little boxes
All of my memories are pigeon holed
One section left vacant for all the dreams
A million for the dreams that they stole

All the boxes with perfect right angles
Protractor now set to ninety degrees
With such rigid habits I wont survive
Please will you come and make a mess of me

Everything in tidy little boxes
While your dreams remain scattered on the floor
It's best that way, mine are hidden away
And stay so very easily ignored

All the boxes are stacked up together
So high one day they will surely fall down
Either that or they will be stacked so high
They'll encompass, suffocate and surround

Eve

Every Time With The Same BrushEvery time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote

So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?

She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas

Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows

Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars

Every tim

History Is Never Made By Those Who BehaveWe are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies

But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes

Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song

The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave

So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame

My Heart's Moth DanceI always loved,
Butterflies.
I wanted them to
Be born in my stomach,
Unexpectedly.
I wanted to feel,
Their fragile wings
Flutter inside.

And so they did.
But they were too frightened
to escape.
My voice became thin air.
And I,
wanted my heart to fly
So it could tell you...
That you're the meaning,
of love.
Hope.
Life.
Light.

I never really understood
Moths.
They were like my words,
Tripping over
In my voice,
Stuttering and stammering,
But you came along,
And moths
born in my heart,
Pushed all my words,
Out of my mouth
In rambles of
Beauty.

You have shown me,
How special moths are,
Your eyes shone the light

You Are Now GonePerhaps you were my oxygen
As without you I cannot breathe
Stars reminded me of your eyes
My love, why did you have to leave?

So out of the blue you left me
In to black my fragile heart broke
A thousand lost words were exchanged
Yet not one single word was spoke

I'm focusing on my time piece
I've given you peace for some time
Though love is clearly black and white
Friendship is harder to define

It's the shades of grey that haunt me
Those seeds of love we didn't sow
The memories we never made
Our bloom that has refused to grow

The pressure I feel without you
This volcano shall soon erupt
But I will implode silently
This was

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by *Rifle1980, Sep 26, 2012, 2:35:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

They found my love hanging
By a rope from a tree
With a note in her pocket
That was addressed to me

The stains of her tears
On the ripped out blank page
Evidence to my eyes
Of an emotional pain

The last tears she would shed
The last anguish she'd feel
The deepest cut to her heart
This time would not heal

And nor did it need to
Her earthly shackles left behind
Time now has no meaning
And meaning now has no time

Unfolding the piece of paper
Even the fresh air suffocates
Scribbled down , hurried scrawl
'if you're reading this, you are too late'

I fall to the floor frantic
Clutch the note to my face
Trying to catch my loves essence
Before in the wind, it drifts away

Note Meby *Rifle1980

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *Rifle1980

just another old one

haha cheerful again lol

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~Grnideladeee Feb 20, 2013 New member

Wow

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*Rifle1980 Feb 20, 2013 General Artist

So many nice comments from you, thank you

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~Vegetabelle Nov 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This captures a lot of feeling. You are so amazing.

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*Rifle1980 Nov 23, 2012 General Artist

you're so nice Kerry. I really needed to hear some kind words, thank you

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~Vegetabelle Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh any time! And thank you!

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*cee69 Nov 20, 2012 Student Writer

This made me cry....not many works, especially not poetry, can make me cry....
Last time I cried was when I read Under The Dome from Stephen King, which I finished about a week after it was released (so somewhere in 2009)....

Keep up the really good work, and please keep sharing them with us

~cee

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*Rifle1980 Nov 23, 2012 General Artist

thats really nice of you to say so

thank you

its really special that something i wrote could touch you that much.I really appreciate you telling me

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*cee69 Nov 24, 2012 Student Writer

no problem

thanks for sharing such awesome work ^_^

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~NykiiLynn Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

omg this is beautiful and depressing at the same time. you so just made me cry. good, great work.

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*Rifle1980 Oct 30, 2012 General Artist

well i dont like to be responsible for your tears but its really special to me that it touched you

thank you for commenting

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