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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BlindWhen I close my green eyes
If I focus I can see
People and places from my past
Etched in my memory

If a blind man closes his eyes
What can he possibly see
Without any visual images
Stored in his memory

How do I describe colour
To man who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Within these heart felt rhymes

When I close my green eyes
I use my mind to conjure up
Dreams of the future, based on
Pages already written in my book

If a blind woman closes her eyes
What future can she see
Unable to visualise
Her fate and her destiny

How do I describe colour
To woman who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Withi

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

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Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring

At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them

The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration

I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless ro

When I Was 13I am just a little boy in a grown man’s shell
Who finds himself lost in a daydream
That my mind manifested one Monday morning
On the cusp of being aged thirteen

Sitting on a plastic chair in a stale classroom
Looking out of the rain lashed window
Thoughts turn to the length of my imagination
And indeed what distance it could go

I was snapped back to reality as always
With my tank topped teacher's booming cry
This was not the first, nor would it be the last time
I would find myself preoccupied

Classmates around me may live their life linear
Like most people who have gone before
But I can’t see the point of a mind’s vast la

Learn To Be StrongThis is normally the time when the tears come
When the words hurt and the bruises sting
But little did they know you have grown inside
Now you are immune to their bullying

The chances are that they may have suffered too
But this is no reason to be so vile
Now you’re twelve angry men finding them guilty
Of stealing your taut, tremulous smile

This is normally the time when you tremble
Huddle yourself up into a ball
But the only spherical shape they’ll be seeing
Is the flail as it maims and appals

The chances are that you will shatter their skull
And with that become as bad as them
Where were their morals when you were the victim?

Her Daily MasqueradeToday her parents ask how her day has been
By now the answer has been well rehearsed
She insists to them that everything is fine
But the reality is the reverse

In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’
Inadequate, unsatisfactory
This is due to her creatively cursed mind
Steeped in a world of such simplicity

Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping
Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care?
They just see a happy, contented princess
Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare

In fact she’s the opposite of contented
Restless and at war with reality
Battling feelings of alienation
From unsupportive friends 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

An Ode To A SmileOf late there has been something missing
From my visage, my mien and my face
My adult self not able to regain
What it is my childhood has misplaced

The absence has become more apparent
And is there for the assemblage to see
But as it did not happen over night
The origin remains a mystery

Could it be the colour and the tone
Of my sallow skin pigmentation
From too many hours indoors alone
And within my imagination

Perhaps I should pierce my ear and nose
Rebel against a faceless system
Or indeed tattoo text upon my neck
Quoting some so-called ancient wisdom

I could iron out all of the creases
Nip and tuck on my pronounced cheek bones
But thi

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Sharpen Your Pencil

by *Rifle1980, Nov 11, 2012, 3:29:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Sharpen 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

Sharpen Your Pencilby *Rifle1980

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *Rifle1980

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~blacklight12 Apr 23, 2013

It's really motivating, really, really motivating.

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*Rifle1980 Apr 23, 2013 General Artist

I am really happy to hear you find it motivating. Thank you for your comment!

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~WhispersInThyme Mar 5, 2013

This is so beautiful, I really need to be watching you

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*Rifle1980 Mar 5, 2013 General Artist

aww thank you very much

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Mood: Love

~Kuroi-Tsuruko Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Incredibly inspiring and touching, waking passion in the depths of my soul.

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*Rifle1980 Mar 5, 2013 General Artist

thank you for the lovely comment and thanks for watching me too!

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~Kuroi-Tsuruko Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome

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~nightlynxness Jan 18, 2013

Wonderfully inspiring, it touches on very real insecurities and doubts. My favourite part was

'Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire

So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line'

I can literally feel a thrill when I read these words

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*Rifle1980 Jan 19, 2013 General Artist

thats so great to hear, that something i wrote has inspired and touched you

thanks for reading and commenting

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~forgottensunset Jan 15, 2013 Student Photographer

This is absolutely incredible!! You write with so much rhythm and flow...One of my fave pieces on Deviant for sure

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