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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

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

Free Your Mind, Lose ControlPut down all of your books
Open your troubled mind
Leave the cell-like classroom
And feel the warm sunshine

Beating down from above
On your beautiful skin
Forget all you have learnt
Let your journey begin

Breathe the air on green hills
Open eyes to blue sky
They tried to hide the truth
But with no alibi

Are you just a product
Of wistful memories
Or is there still some time
To change your destiny

Tether your torrid thoughts
Silence those languid words
That pollute your young mind
Instead choose to observe

The beauty that surrounds
Nature is your mother
Wisdom is your father
Creation your lover

The world outside your doo

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

It's (not) All OverStrangely emotional
For one who never feels
And if I ever did
I always chose to conceal

Mother is proud of me
Even when I told her
Thirty two years of age
And it is all over

Strangely fictional
Is my life to this point
From the moment of birth
When they chose to anoint

Father is so proud of me
Even when I told him
That I have seen the truth
I will be a Muslim

Strangely optimistic
My mood is these days
Maybe it's her soothing words
Maybe it's His healing ways

She said she'd be my best friend
If I could not convert
But belief came so easy
Once my eyes had seen hers

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 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

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

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

Take My Blood InsteadEvery morning without fail
I wake up at 5 o'clock
My bones are aware of something
Of which my mind is not

They tell me to move forward
Propelling me from my bed
Don't drain me of ambition
Please take my blood instead

Every morning without fail
The sun shines on where I lay
Characters in place, stage is set
What'll fate offer me today

Mister mundane mumbles
From his melancholic head
Don't rob me of the sunlight
Please take my blood instead

Every morning without fail
You give me belief in fate
Before this pensive pillow
Is lowered to suffocate

Fake feathers smother my face
There will be no tears shed
Don't take their memo

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

Forever Breathing WallsAn old, abandoned house
cries out in the middle
of nowhere...

It is breathing terribly
through broken brick lungs,
it's heart is beating
somewhere inside
with each step we take -
'Come a little closer...
Let me shelter your soul.'

This house it carried
many hearts, so wipe your
feet on the worn out
'welcome home' mat,
come inside, come inside,

the cherry blossom, it's only
old friend, bows to you.

Blowing off the dust,
can you hear the
once upon a time - old man
cough and wheeze
in a rocking chair in the corner?
today, he's finally faded away.

Pull open the ripped curtains,
Sunlight wants to stream through,
If

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

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

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The Unread Book

by *Rifle1980, Aug 6, 2012, 3:15:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

You 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 they rarely look beyond my cover
I am the unread book