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Shriek Of The Forgotten Wood
19:35 Jul 26 2011
Times Read: 520

I heard a sound of unknown origin

which reverberated afar the hills.

The sound of echoes,

...shrieking

from the nearby forest stills;

their Polaroid a flickering with sparks.



My kitchen burst aflame,

my floor collapsed again

...and the floor came following after.



With quickened feet I fled my cabin,

...searching for a haven

Only to find the shaven; -

... landscape trembling

from within.



The hills were shrank,

the world aflame,

the nearby forests crumbling.



I grabbed my rifle

and ventured

...upwards,

prepared to do some firing.



Alas upon the wavered hill, I found nothing the matter;

...as if the morning's uproar had never even happened.

The trees were cut,

the shrieks were gone,

the flames were out...etcetera;

I felt a cold chill down my spine

...and set my course to backwards.



Inside my truck I drove,

I drove and didn't look back.

...With that same cold chill upon my spine, I drove;

...towards the wooden bridge of new,

to retreat to civilization.



But as I neared the bridge,

...a tree appeared,

as if from thin air it stood impassive,

...massive and growing till it filled my field of vision

and I couldn't break in time.

05:57 Jul 26 2011
Times Read: 521




The sword wreathe of thee Apollo, hasn't turned.

It's flank contorted hitherto,

..........................the shadow's word.





In sank the meaning,

in sank the death,

in sank the vital points of every word caressed.



In sank the smudgen, the trudging light above.

to take me towards the ravencroft,

whose wind bore weight of doves.



The handle reeks of nothingness, to gloat;

no vile breathing left for ghosts.

...'cept for stories left to boast

in evening.



Twas tossed into the sun,

to burn aloft among, the very shadow's tongue;

...who sprouted words and stories left to kin.



In the cellar lies your sword Apollo, need thee skin.







- I'm sure it sucks.

Impoverished
16:54 Jul 18 2011
Times Read: 530




To stand impoverished

is to shrink.

Your size no longer mattering,

all you are has come to brink.



You shall starve,

it is apparent.

You shall starve and you shall die,

fore in a world of class resentment

the poor are hated; wondering why.



In school, your taught to hate yourself,

then you go outside.

Your beaten for simply what you wear

and then you suicide.



Thus your born,

you wait to grow;

with little means to feed yourself,

you gather what you know.



The world which worships wealth,

it's worshiped as a god

and those whose wealth will never grow

are shunned and forced to starve.



The work is menial, borderline slave;

your humanity denied.

You'll work your body to it's grave;

...and when you die, no one will cry.



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A Poem about my general impression of what people around the world are encouraged to believe and of how full of shit it is.



Since your worth as a living person has become measured by what you can buy. If you are struggling to get by, you'll be hated for it.



If you see it happening, fight it. And if you were taught to think this way, forget it.



We have to look out for each other, care for each other and retake the meaning of life that was taken from us.



Money should not be the definition of humanity.

Round Peg In A Square World
16:36 Jul 18 2011
Times Read: 531

Waft! I opted

cold and lonely

into sin.



To never truly fit within;

a square peg.



...With round ideals

and tender heart

within this world I fell apart;

...not feeling I could ever change

humanity's cruel behavior.

Shadows Of The Epitaph
16:34 Jul 18 2011
Times Read: 533

Shadows;

...they are left;

.................lurking.



I follow their moans to sunset,

where bodies dwell no longer;

present are the screams.



...And their pitch be loud,

in the auditorium of death;

between the curtain of their epitaph

and the stage of horrors left behind.



Where bodies once stood acting,

........only shadows still remain

and i shall follow every shadow to the truth.



Through unstable foundations

and crumbling frameworks of a prosperous time,

I will trek the barren wasteland, tailing shadows.



For in history lie the root of crime

and only shadows tell you why;



...whether murder or suicide;

......................the planet died.

Giant Night Light
18:19 Jul 14 2011
Times Read: 546

There was a Full Moon out last night and I wrote a poem about it.

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Emerging, large and round

Giant night light

saving me from darkness grace.



Cascading off my walls,

in highlights

where I can see the world encased.



A giant firefly profound;

it's majesty defies the ground,

it hung quite nimbly in the sky

laughing as the nightmares cry.



It's luminescent spirit glow,

rains stark heaven 'pon my woe

where every wall it's sanctum kissed,

became the den of good night bliss.

I'll Be Blooming Soon
19:35 Jul 10 2011
Times Read: 552

Upon vivid array and velvet plumes;

like the orchid, cyan blue

I'll be blooming soon.



My leaves afoot with chlorophyll soot;

my dreams,

the dreams of many;

my stem,

their support,

...to hold them.



No soul may comprehend me,

...and no vigilant tumbler to brink, I bloom upon foundations

yet no villain apt could sink. I bloom and I bloom high

with solar highlights and lunar shades,

colors dancing every which way.



Bloom leaves, bloom. Your wanted, your presence needed, your air to breathe,

your dreams to sleep. An ocean awaits, of days and likewise of nights,

I bloom high, out of the sands of time.



...And with me bloom the dreams of many,

.............................turned reality.