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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

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

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

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

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 In A Bad PlaceI’ll indite my crude and clumsy rhymes
From my place in the pitch dark
And will wait all night if needs must
For that one creative spark

That will manifest thoughts in my mind
Into a charged lightning bolt
Strike my memories, open my wounds
And let writing be my salt

So cut me and see the metaphors
Floating around my blood stream
Pour salt on the literal lesions
To punctuate my primal scream

As painful at first as the memory
But after the initial sting
Wounds will heel, leaving only scars
Numbness replaces everything

This lack of feeling is temporary
As a writer I live for the pain
Of opening up new abrasions
To keep me lucid and sa

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

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

Target WeightI am afraid because I know
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied

So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced

I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation

And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones

Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial

But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux ep

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

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

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

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

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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Only When I Write

by *Rifle1980, Feb 16, 2013, 11:26:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The 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 toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write

Only When I Writeby *Rifle1980

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~KuraDesu Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I always savor the last piece of a good poem because its the most delicious

*Rifle1980 Mar 5, 2013 General Artist

yeah, its always good to end on a high. it can be really dissapointing when a potentially good poem has a unsatisfactory ending.

thanks again

~KuraDesu Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Your endings are ones I look forward to

~Broken-Blues Feb 21, 2013

'But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite' i love this line.. (:

*Rifle1980 Feb 21, 2013 General Artist

wish i was toothless today with this toothache lol

thanks for comment and fave

~CuddleSlut17 Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is just absolutely amazing, I'm not surprised. I can really relete to this. l love the repetition as well. You have so much real emotion in your pieces. This is why I love your art.

*Rifle1980 Feb 18, 2013 General Artist

yeah I try my best to put real feelings into my poems. I think the reader can probably tell if it wasn't genuine emotion.

Its about the only good part of me being an emotional wreck xD

~CuddleSlut17 Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I totally agree. I'm the same way.

keep up the great work.

~nightlynxness Feb 17, 2013

I... I FEEL this. I really do. Completely relate-able... How do you manage to bring out these so real feelings in your poems every time?? Wonderful poem, a definite favourite of mine!

*Rifle1980 Feb 17, 2013 General Artist

thank you. I just enjoy trying to use my experiences and how i have feel. I think we more or less all have the same basic emotions, which i try and write about

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