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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

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

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

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

Never Back DownYou stitched my lips today
So I could not speak
I sliced my slender throat
So I could still breathe

Dowsed acid in my eyes
So I could not see
But I reached out to touch her
She in turn touched me

You cut my ears today
I hear no birds sing
Or an infant's laughter
And the joy that brings

You bound my wrists and hands
Now they are red raw
I should blindly stumble
But still I stand tall

You sliced my fingertips
I can't feel her skin
The softness of her hair
The barrel of my pen

You broke my legs in two
Now I cannot walk
Nor can I see or hear
Feel or talk

You did all of these things
To keep me quiet
Yet the passion that

The Artist and The ModelShe posed for the artist to paint her
She sat so perfectly still
A tremble came across her body
That was way beyond her will

"For that, my dear" said the artist
"I'll paint your blue eyes shut
Forever you'll be cast into darkness
Before you return to dust"

The subject, the model, the lady
Laughed and was not so fussed
"You think you have such power, my dear
In the stroke of your brush?

Don't forget it is I, your subject
That brings beauty to your piece
Without me you would be nothing;
A lush drunk on self belief"

With that the artist grabbed his palette
Ferociously began to paint
Till fatigue encapsulated his bones
And he b

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

Make Up To Break UpI use your mascara flooded tears
As ink for my pen
A pot full supplied as I suggest
That we still remain friends
I dip the flight feathered quill
Into those murky tears
The ivory parchment paper
Will soak them up nicely my dear

I use your powder based foundation
As I'm ashamed of these scars
There is no foundation to my pain
So how did it get this far
I paint 'love' and I paint 'hate'
On to manicured finger nails
You make up your pretty face
Before you make up another tale

I use your ruby red lipstick
To tell you of my curse
Wrote 'redrum' on the mirror
You see 'murder' in reverse
Make me up to be beautiful
Before these

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

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

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

MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.

They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.

She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.

And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.

At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
T

The BirdsBreathe in and think of love
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain

Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight

Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to

Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last

Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my lo

The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
With vulnerability

The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent

Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable

The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife

Arrogant ignorance
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame

Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity

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

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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

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

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

Wait (My Virgin)Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb

The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned

Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first

The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend

Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
Don't g

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

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We Are Already Ghosts

by *Rifle1980, May 19, 2012, 3:01:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Heart rate monitors show
Minimal signs of life
But no more and no less
Than of a parasite

Feeding from a life-force
That's greater than itself
We are the lost children
In need of some help

X-ray images show
The absence of a heart
Incapable of love
We are ready to depart

All these forgotten girls
And all these forgotten boys
Together we will feel
The emptiness, the void

As MRI scans show
We have beautiful minds
Just no memory recall
Of any happy times

It's too little, too late
These words are verbose
We've long since departed
We are already ghosts