The way, you walk,

Is like,
A subtle dance,
Of mystery...

You speak...
You talk...

But words won’t form,
When words mean nothing.
...

Nothing at all . . .

***
The stars can’t shine.
When clouds conceal,
Your world in darkness.

You try to smile,
But just beneath,
Your movements lies, deceit…

But you don’t know that do you?

‘Cause everyone,
And everything,
Is always wrong!

TODAY THE WORLD'S NOT ENDING . . .
. . .
NO, THE SKY'S NOT FALLING . . !

You're at the prime of your life
AND NOTHING CAN STOP YOU NOW . . .
. . .

But words mean nothing.

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wow, ok. so I saw you tried to send me a pm but, like an idiot, I never delete anything,lol. and this is a old last post, but I really like the way you ended that second one. hmmm...and apparantly I missed a lot! damn, ok. but you always have a way of twisting the topic a little, and bringing it back around, which I really like about your writing. that and your topics vary so much. and you never stick to the same format. always great stuff.

Thanks axe, for your comments again. And don't worry about the PM.

Here's a few things that are really different for me. They're actually sort of pleasent, and in a different style than I'm used to.

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The Eye's of Calistori:

Calistori hides a secret in her eyes,
That fills the dreams of mortal men,
And brings them light,
In the darkness of the night.

But her shape conceals her features.
And her emerald eyes,
Bestir and lure,
The lowliest of creatures.

Mystery and beauty,
She holds as confidantes;
The frozen hearts of many men,
Have come to melt,
Beneath the warmth of her smile.

And in my dreams she comes,
As one,
Who enchants,
Intrigues,
Fulfills,
And brings her light…

To the darkness of my life.

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Untitled:

Intricate patterns layer the ceiling.
Demanding attention,
They beckon to me.

Beginning to circle;
External perceptions,
Disappear;
Spiraling into myself…

Surly I’ve dreamed of love before.
Surly of love, and nothing more.

Discouraging,
As it all seems to me now…
…

Bitterness keeps me alive.

***
To wait,
For something brighter…

Someone to wipe my tears away…

The weight;
It’s getting lighter…

Tomorrow’s mere moments away.
***

Perhaps it’s just my fancy,
To fancy myself numb…

Perhaps inside, I’m still alive,
In spite of what I’ve become…

Perhaps the night is almost done…

The sun is on the horizon…

And tomorrow’s mere moments away.

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Untitled:

The wind outside is howling;
The trees discard their garments.
Their green and gold,
And shades of orange and brown.

Beneath the ever brightening sky…

Shadows skirt the sidewalks,
Moving with the music of the world:
The orchestral sound of birds;
The sounds,
Of foot-falls, car engines, airplanes…

And in my sleepless stupor,
I perceive,
From foggy, dew soaked windows,
A life just out of reach…
For an isolated, introverted, adolescent,
Who never seemed to find his way,
Through crowds of mindless people;
Hordes of careless conquerors,
With no one left to subjugate…

I press my palms against,
The damp, cold glass…

And pray this day will also…

Pass…

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I really really like the imagery in the third one! And the fourth one too . . . I like them all.

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Thanks praetextus,, I'm glad that you liked them. Sorry I didn't thank you sooner, but I don't get online as much as I used too.

Here's a few more. The first two are song lyrics.
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Pessimistic:

The tendons in my neck creak,
In chorus with the popping of my spine,
As I rise,
So tired from,
My scattered broken dreams…

Tracing my hands down,
The agonizing lines,
My face twists in pain,
As,
I tear them out…

Just to find them still inside…

Moving within me;
Killing me silently…

These dark;
Sickingly, coldest views,
Of everything…

***

My knees snap into place,
As I stand from my slumber;
It’s been so long,
Evening’s already come…

The scars on my soul,
Yawn and sigh;
So suffocated;
Agitated,
To be disturbed again,
So soon…

- It’s been so long,
Since they’ve seen the sun…

Twisting my face from the pain…

Ripping them out,
Bleeding,
And screaming…

These dark;
Sickingly, coldest views…

Of everything…

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Pendulum:

The clock on the wall,
Ticks away the hours.
The pendulum swings,
Swings, swings, swings…

The colors are bold,
But fading into gray;
The world is old,
And it’s slipping, slipping…

***

Convex mirrors,
Distorting all the images,
Complex fears,
Throwing back;
Sending back,
Fragmentary subtleties…

That aren’t so subtle after all…

The focal point is stationary,
But focus counts for nothing here…

It’s not as if we’re cocky!

[We’re the master race]
[And in our place]

But,
The clock on the wall,
Is tick,
Tick, tick, ticking…

The pendulum swings,
Swing, swings, swings…

The colors were bold,
But now they’re fading into grey…

We’re getting old…

And we’re slipping…

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A picturesque scene of serenity;
Draped in a garment of light.
The vestige of something so much brighter;
The essence of something far beyond,
My miniscule imagination.

Waking up, this way alone;
It tortures my bones…

***
Dreaming my dreams of you;
Lost without you…
Dreaming my dreams of you;
Dreaming, I’m dreaming with you.
***

You’ll always be special to me.
I never was very particular…

Where ever I go,
You go too…

So lost and lonely…

Without you.
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I should be online more often now. So hopefuly I can get a chance to look around and see what's been going on while I've been away...

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I am a writer by nature, but sometimes I can't help myself and start playing with random shit around the house. Here's some goffy little pictures I made with index cards, pink hair dye, tooth picks, and pencils...

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Rain:

A pale and weary hand sprouts;
Strange and alien…

From the soil of a shallow grave.

Reaching for the heavens,
That, denied a savior,
To this already dead,
Already damned incarnation;
Eternal enemy of the angelic voices,
That always seem to laugh…

Even as I scream…

Bleeding from the wound,
That caused my pain;
Watching as it washes,
Down the gutter with the rain.

Inexplicable,
Emptiness,
Surrounds me…

Inescapable;
The weight,
It drowns me…

***

So here I am,
On my hands and knees again.

Praying for release!

But surely this is not the end;
Just another dull beginning…

Another chance,
To fight and die,
For something better….

(something better)

Bleeding from the wound,
That caused my pain…

Watching all my memories…

Washing down the gutters with the rain.

I love this new poem especially these lines

very powerful

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Thanks so much for the comment Ashlee. I honestly didn't think that I was going to get any today, let alone so quickly. Everyone that I used to talk to here haven't been online in months. Well, I haven't either, so I guess that I can't complain.

I'm gald that you liked it though, I really appreaciate it.

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I think I'm in the mood for something more light hearted...

At least, light hearted for me anyway. This one's a few years old now.

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Untitled:

Beautiful creature,
Wrapped in darkness and light;
So quiet yet,
So full of life…

Seeking shelter from,
This heartless world…

Your little body shivering,
In the little bundle,
That you’ve pulled yourself into…

Concealing,
Your small, and beautiful face.

Erecting,
Your boundaries,
Of silk and lace…

Offering you,
No protection…

***
Illuminating specimen of humanity.
So perfect;
Yet unconscious,
Of your own, exceptional existence.
***

Beautiful creature,
Balancing, darkness with light.
So wounded, yet,
Still full of life.

Standing,
Out of my reach…

Unconscious,
Of all the things I see…

You’re hurting…
You’re hiding it…

(You’re not very good at hiding it)

Because I see…
...

You’re hurting inside…
...

Just like me.

Ok, one more for today.
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Untitled:

Time, seeping seamlessly...
Endlessly, through time...
Endless time...

Untold, unknown timelines...
Moving separately...
Ceaselessly...
Through time...

***
Standing here on this side, of the universe.
Pondering over, every other.

Unable to enjoy this dry existence.
Unable to see past the veil, hung before our eyes.

Pondering over this dry existence...
Unable to hear through the walls, built inside our minds.

Unable to break through these walls,
That we call our minds...


***

Standing here, again inside this,
Tortured, reckless, old disguise of,
Shattered dreams, and broken things, and,
I’ve been lead into this void again.

It’s so fucking dark in here.

But everything,
Is becoming clear.

An illusion,
That was never here.

Lost myself, in my delusion.
It seems, I’ve been betrayed again.

My only recourse,
Was separation.
To close myself off,
From the rest of, civilization.

Yet I still feel this same sensation.
. . .

No-one,
Nowhere to run to now.

No escape.

No-one, ever escapes.

Perishing because of, our abominations.

Unable to break through these walls,
That we call...

...

Our minds.