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Frozen HeartTo feel your heart patter like rain drops,
Against the tunnel of my ear,
Drowning out sounds, only listening to the beats,
Until it slows down and stops.
Then I let fall a tear.
I hold you tight as your life peacefully retreats.

The rain turns to snow and falls softly on the rusted tin roof.
How long I sat there, I wouldn't know.
I gaze out through the frosted panes,
Thinking about questions, wanting some proof.
I saw the icy glaze creep over the window,
Like that of your eyes your life force wanes.

Your skin turns cold, death walks away,
Taking you with him to another place.
Feeling helpless I don't know what to do,
I'll find

EnigmaMystery is the element that bounds the unknown to reality
Something new to what we know
A world filled with secrecy to make it so

Mystery is the puzzle before the answer becomes clear
The silent riddle to discover
A hidden message to uncover

Mystery is words we hide to keep oneself unique
Those whispered words that no one hears
The fear of not knowing reappears

Mystery is what keeps us intrigued
The enigma itself remains in you
as it does in me

Stay this way... Stay unique
As this way there will always be something new to know
Even as we speak...

The KissHe set fire to my wooden lips
And made me forget my loneliness
It was a lovely burn
An internal demise
Of that which I was holding onto
Serving no purpose
Just holding my slack body in place
In memory of mine
The darkness melted away
In layers of onion peels
Making my eyes tear
Puddles at my feet
And time was just a candle waxing away
Slowly dripping
Blood
Pumping to the surface
Of a sacrifice
You and yours and me and mine
We have nothing to give to them
I think of the kiss
That has never touched my lips
And I imagine what it would feel like

If only...

If only life could be so gentle
Like that of a riverbend
If only life could be so gentle
And not a barring end

If only love could be so sweet
Like that of the tender moon
If only love could be so sweet
Rather than a stabbing harpoon

If only laughter could be so loud
Like of the ringing bell
If only laughter could be so loud
Then an angel could hear the sound

If only hope could be so close
Like a knocking at the door
If only hope could be so close
Instead yet nevermore

If only such things were to pass
Like a soft tick of time away
If only such things were to pass
And never remain to stay

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The CaptureLinks bond thus need
I can't break free

The cluster of silvers
Stained with broken tears

The rustic mysteries of the old
They tie such holdings unfold

Until they are no longer made
The lost memories will fade

Dying until the day draws near
Why must you hold my heart so dear?

My desire is only strong
When I see you here, belong

You have captivated my heart
So much that it binds a mark

Stricken across my scarred love
I had yet to see such a rove

For you are the one that tints
My cheeks so flushing print

The heart inside my chest
Beats until the rest

I find it all from you
For thus things I never knew

S p a c e d WordsI find these words
The letters of bold
That speak out in words
Of tales untold

They blend and declare
Flowing with strokes grown
They twist and twirl
Results of a winds blown

The penmanship is such
So marvelous and wondrous
Inky blots that clear
Into the void of ponderous

I find that the color
Is one of ill bond
Others look down on thus
While the writer looks beyond

Word upon words
Spaced out among the clear
Muddling strengths of such thoughts
While holding the emotion of tears

They speak despite having
No voice of expression in gold
They shout and quiver all
Shaping our outlines into molds

A stroke of the pen
A m

Autumn KissThe fading tides of a summer's gold
Blends into the musk
Such once new leaves
Have now become of old

The breezes of the afterwarmth
Fill my heart with spirit
For the once weary days are coming
To the rebirth of the renewing

The colors blend into rustic memories
Reveling life's mysterious ways
Such a soft blush appears to rose
Lifting the faces up in joys

A renewal of the faithless
A fateful touch of the faithful
The dying of the once tide
Has now become alive in hue's eyes

The feel of the colder breezes
Revives the troubled soul
The skylight moon is beaming
Down a path of bright revival

Such a color
Such a taste
As suc

These are the Problems of the WorldI fall

Blackness comes to seek
My dreams turn to nightmares
The will is just too weak

I can not see

Light that's nearly never
Edged images of mine
Such clouds of elsewhere

I have tears

The blood just looks too sweet
My scars have never faded
They laugh at me, I reply with meek

I have loss

Cries of deception and pain
Iridescence of once tide
The dirt shall always stain

I can not hear

Such lovely notes
The shudders and winds reveal
Until thus sensed smokes

I have brokenness

Yells and fights jag it out
My heart is beating fast
Rusting mirages until thus doubt

Can you not see such problems?
Can you not hear such a misery?

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A Technicolor Life

by ~Octavias101, Dec 19, 2012, 7:42:15 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Swirls of hue like memories
Taint the purity of the once white rose
Innocently prevailing a imagery
A image of the known

These rainbowish flurries of color
Paint a ignorant mindset once again
Covering over the corruption
With their technicolor ways

How my dreams fade
Dwelling beneath that rose of life
When they will ever bud again
I shall not be aware

A colorful life in a hand
That can be crushed by a simple grasp
Has a value of far more then such
Therefore resist the urge to touch

The technicolor rose of life.