#;poem

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

elegy :: aracelis girmay

What to do with this knowledge that our living is not guaranteed?  

Perhaps one day you touch the young branch of something beautiful. & it grows & grows despite your birthdays & the death certificate, & it one day shades the heads of something beautiful or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out of your house, then, believing in this. Nothing else matters.

All above us is the touching of strangers & parrots, some of them human, some of them not human.

Listen to me. I am telling you a true thing. This is the only kingdom. The kingdom of touching; the touches of the disappearing, things.

[poetrying]

[mini-squared-archived]

Painted

Black feathers, painted gold.

Will the fear that chases,

One day turn me cold?

Sunset reflected, basking glow

I take one step forward,

And my shadow will grow.

Whispers that will speak,

Haunt my waking days.

I feel my spark grow weak.

Chains of the past hold tight

Rumours dare to spread,

As my dusk fades to night.

An ill-omen, a curse to rue

Forgotten promises,

A life reforged anew.

Though from the ashes I dare to rise

The shame will follow

And reveal to open eyes.

A Raven of misfortune,

Who dared to dream

That always was forsaken.

Heed this warning, listen to what you are told

There is no hero here

I'm a Raven, painted gold

[ashoflemonwood]

poem

once I spoke the language of the flowers,once I understood each word the caterpillar said,once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,and shared a conversation with the houseflyin my bed.once I heard and answered all the questionsof the crickets,and joined the crying of each falling dyingflake of snow,once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .how did it go?how did it go?

forgotten language - shel silverstein 

[imcomedic-sans]

(( Riot Lights by Apocalyptica? ))

once again, we stand within thisJudgement Hall. no longer as friends, you and i.

how far did you really fall? why didyou feel the need to see us all die?

maybe it was all a lie. maybe youfelt it could be rectified.

but I remember. i remembered thelaughter and joy we had shared.

i remembered when you pulled thatknife on my brother, when all he was was fair.

you didn't care, so why should i.

no mercy did you spare, so prepareto die.

believe me when i say i didn't wantit this way.

believe me when i say i wish itcould all be taken away.

but someone must pay

for taking the sunlight away

why would you want to stay

in a land so disarray

the anger in your eyes i cannotmistake for lies.

it shows with every swing. i'd behit if i was not a master of such a thing.

right, left, left, right, behind,duck, front, step.

stab, thrust, swing, swing, stab,uppercut, slice.

it's a dance of death, stop now andmaybe you can repent.

i'm tired.

you think i can't dodge forever?

i'm tired.

must we continue this endeavor?

i thought you were lonely. i thoughtyou needed a friend.

was i wrong, was it all me? was anyof it real, or all pretend?

was it not enough? do you reallyhate me that much?

if you think i'm just gonna take it,then you are sorely mistaken.

there's enough anger inside it canpush away your pride.

grab, throw, smash, slam.

i'll beat you to the ground with allthat i am.

blasters and bones, sticks andstones.

i know i can kill you, i've done itplenty already.

go ahead and reset, i can make youregret.

you think I care how frustrated youget?

you think i care that eventually i'll die?

...i don't have much to hope for, kid.

and that's no lie.

[chvyim-blog]

Angel ❧ Ink ❧ Dagger ❧

--  {  fill my inbox  |  @myouiari

Angel ❧ What are your religious views? 

not religious but i believe in the concept of someone watching us and controlling us.

Ink ❧ Write a poem and post it. 

-- in the evening,

when everythings quiet,

when the waves

are asleep,

thats where,

your demons come

alive.

Dagger ❧ Tell one secret you have. 

i think i like the sound of comfort in the night.

[chvyim-blog]

- - - - - dark r e d  flower….

your lips,

met the transparent devil,

that carries my name.

the gold that runs through your veins,

paints you,

pains you,

in the colors of the red,

the green that your tongue tastes,

makes your mind,

your freedom will be shortened,

as you take off your clothes,

your heart was made out of red stone,

but you keep on searching for your pinks.

for the stars that burst,

once you reached a point.

where you can nothing but hold.

[wannabeunique]

it beats much louder, now.

you chipped away the gaudy watercolors crusted on my heart slathered there during infancy in bright, cloying neon

what you revealed was an array of colors more subtle more real set against an expanse of dark ebony the color of your nail polish