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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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
Very Bad ThingsThis is a declaration
I plan to do you some harm
Beware of the man with green eyes
Somebody raise the alarm

If only it were that simple
Into the shadows I will go
Hearts pound at such a rapid rate
Pulsating veins will explode

This a declaration
A statement of my intent
I have done some very bad things
Watch closer as I repent

Such a facile notion
That I can commit any sin
And beg for absolution
Before I begin again

This is a declaration
I am addicted to death
Fascinated by the feeling
Of taking your last breath

Such a beautiful moment
Your gaze seals an eternal bond
Envious of where you're going
As you rise to the grea
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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Fads and TrendsWhatever makes them popular today
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow

Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering

What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow

Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs

I Feel Your AbsenceWe will not be sharing a kiss tonight
And no one else’s lips will ever do
Patience is a virtue, not a hindrance
It will be a pleasure waiting for you

Though I’m in love with your body and soul
And dream of a shared passion between us
I’ll wait to hear your body sing my name
There can indeed be innocence in lust

Alas, I cannot dance with you tonight
As we find ourselves many miles apart
But still you dance around my cluttered mind
Quickstep to the beat of my hollow heart

Though I’m in love with your past and present
I shall slowly remove the hurt and hate
Replacing it with a loving future
In accordance with my belie
BlackI always wear the colour black
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you

Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome

Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach

Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine

Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen

SirensThey converge towards her tumultuous tide
At a pathetic peasant like pace
Foolishly lured by this oceanic muse
As the sea and their vessel embrace

Enchanted melodies from the undertow
Ameliorate the stagnant sea
As resistance sinks to a watery grave
Temptation shows signs of buoyancy

It is only a whisper in the wild wind
Though such a sweet and innocent call
From beyond the slate grey clouded horizon
Comes the wretched waves of the white squall

Watching on in wonder from the widow’s walk
As the weak willed cast their final shadow
Entranced and entrapped by her prurient gaze
And swallowed in her seagirt meadow

Diabolical desire fille
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
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Sinking

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Recently 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 loneliness will dissolve
Doused in our empathy
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*IAmPoetry Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I really like the repetition in this. Like a melody.
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*Rifle1980 Dec 18, 2012   General Artist
thank you. I do try and work on the rhythm and melody in my poems :)
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*IAmPoetry Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Your works seem like song lyrics because of it. It's refreshing.
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*CNaomiHodge Dec 16, 2012  Student Writer
I agree with @EgoSlayer
If you had not acknowledged the chiches in the poem, then it would have been much more flow-y and rhythmic.
But your use of vocabulary and visual aspects are amazing in this, you are a very talented writer.
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*Rifle1980 Dec 16, 2012   General Artist
thanks so much for your words :) I understand exactly what you and egoslayer are saying and your points are very valid.

I suppose I just wanted to do something different than what I had done before. Like anything though it was never going to be to everyones taste :)

I am glad you liked the rest of it though :)
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Mood: Sadness ~EgoSlayer Dec 16, 2012
This is quite beautiful and hits home a bit too much right now. My only critique would be the second to last verse, it threw me off a bit because it distracts from the emotion and imagery and draws attention to the poem itself by acknowledging any cliches (which in itself is cliche, ironically), if that makes sense. Every other verse is beautiful done, but that one just feels out of place. But that's just me!
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~EgoSlayer Dec 16, 2012
beautifully*, curse you, lack of edit button.
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*Rifle1980 Dec 16, 2012   General Artist
thank you for your words :)

I am surprised no one else has mentioned that verse. I wasn't sure about putting it in myself. I just wanted to do something a bit different to what I have done before. Actually explore what I saw as a flaw within the poem (it being a bit of a cliche) and acknowledging it.

But I understand your point totally. Just blink when you get to that verse if you read again lol jk

thanks again :)
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~whitegrowsthelily Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lovely.
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*Rifle1980 Dec 16, 2012   General Artist
thank you :)
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