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[noxvigil-noxtradam]

Nox's poems #?

there is no disease or cruelty as that of the loss of mind

Where the sharpness dulls unevenly and the conciousness fades deeply to the inner being and where your own head becomes your own prison farther so than fear or sadness far harsher than anger or...

or...

where identity ebs and the presence wanes

where there is no likeness in your ausence there is no quiet in the inexistence and the ripples of your being muffle deep into the ruthless forgiveness of a memory lost to forgetfullness

There is no cruelty so great as the loss of mind

Where your eyes dull from their fire flickering like candles deep in nature's ire when your soul and voice grow mute and your ears deaf

oh how the certainty bides farewell in that lost gaze that once held gentle care where aimless grief veils the love that left and searching eyes grasp at the one that once was

there is no grief, no cruelty or disease as the loss of mind

where the person drowns far too long before the body breaths its last.

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" I am going to bite depression and take a juicy chunk of its throat with it, motherfucker, chomp chomp bitch is the motto now " - Nox

Noxvigil/Noxtradame, after getting tired of her own depression sometime ago.

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       A short simple poem for those who              love but are yet to move on.

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           You've been silent as the logs,                unresponding like a rock.               I wonder where, oh where               you took the angel I knew                      Now you rest those eyes lightly,               your soft skin loose kindly.             There is no tension or stress        like you slept over our soft mattress,            while your face I softly caress.            Hearing the soft songs of bells               I advert the incoming end.                      Oh angel of mine, where did you go?                   where did you go...             your gaze is lost to times of old.              Oh where, where did you go                  from your mortal coil.

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                             Nox’s stupid poem #1

                                I wanna scream,                            But I can’t fuckin scream.                     Because my larinx’s an irritated bitch                         giving me a disphonia of evil. 

                     Oh my god, I should’ve stayed warm.                            Now my body sent the wrath,                        and left me sick at day and night,                        a cold that turns out happy lights.

                                Oh dear, a fool I was                           if only I had used more clothes                           or cared when it was but small.                                  Now I pay the price,                     spent without screaming more than twice.

                                 Curse you past me,                     you doomed me to being temporary sick.                                  But it’s still a bitch.

                              Hopefully It’ll fade soon,                      but my desire to kick you will not too                                 Past self, you idiot.

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           Mi señor...

Tacaño, tacaño... ese es mi señor.

Hombre de poca empatia y corazón  que gusta de vino y etiqueta. Y quien en lujuria dejo su humilde vestimenta. Ese es mi señor... Tacaño, de palabras traicioneras que quiere mas a costa de la nuestra. Que a perfumes y alimentos ignora nuestras carencias. Tacaño, tacaño... ese es mi señor. Que busca vicioso el oro y no valora otro . Que busca demostrar su plata dejando a la herencia en nada. Ese es mi señor...

Trabajo bien hecho pide pero ni el mas limpio esfuerzo satisface. Y por trabajos pagados  no mas que la mitad del real ha de pagarse. Tacaño, tacaño... ese es mi señor.

Temo que se me acabe el carbón que mi simple papel se rompa, y mi poema pierda.

Tacaño, tacaño...

En la calle estoy, mi hogar en piedras y daga en corazón.

Adiós a la rienda de un trabajor.

                                           [noxvigil-02/02/16-]

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earth cried a sea wailed within the wind's howls        but you didn't listen

now watch as it all falls down        because of you

     watch the world shake in hate,     the sea collide with agitation,    lightning soar skies with righteous fury   and the wind howl from the world's injury.

     hear the volcanos roar their sentence,    the breaking ground announcing punishment,   the rocks rolling and searching targets beasts bloodthristy callings.

     feel the fear in your spine,    he uncertainty filling your mind   with desperation clutching at your chest, clinging tight at your pathetic soul.

                                                    [unfinished Poem#2- Noxvigil]

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The pony’s tale

Part 1.

far beyond the lands of light lay the darkness alive, everwatching the world in a shade of black and smoke.

keep the eyes open, said the brave old stallion from the tribe who had forgoten the darkness is a very dangerous place, one false mistake and you become the tale, never again to see the light of day

“a demon wanders in the dark” he says ready to snap and take you away, “Be carefull, young pony… of it who wanders in the dark, it is most likely to bite than hide.

it lives by the night, where the monsters rise and ride, it has a sweet, warm, caring and angelic voice, but in a sharp turn it turns to cold scorn from the worst of ice storms.

We give it a peace offering now and then over this acursed month, hoping that it would quench the demon’s dark intentions and desires, leaving our ponies safe for the following nights.”

“Beware, young pony, beware for what I’ve said is no lie nor an old pony’s tale the demon is very real, lurking deep within the path of the old trees.”

               [Noxvigil-real name ommited-]