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Destiny of Ours Bound by plain letters,
Deft chains that run -round grip the
Wielders of pure words

Blank Slate

A start of a life renew
The beginning to the end
Of the longing strewn
Across the blank slate again

It is pure and clean
Untainted by the souls
Vile evil is unknown
Unknown to its prevailed

Color is as clear
As the night falls on day
Yet that reflective hue
Will never have to stay

It will open eyes to visualize
The colors that were once unseen
The still heartbeats
Of the sounds of cold, pain, and misery

Oh innocent the face
The face of the slate
Which has no more fate
Than to observe
And have no strength.

White

I am white
So hidden amongst the snow
A pale shadow
Like that you never know

A soft hardened layer
Of frosted over memories
Ceases to make this seem
And far beyond the reverie

I am simply cast aside
Awaiting to be deemed
Something no longer forgotten
And something to be freed

This ice bitter wind
Has me trapped against such
The blackened brick wall
Of which is never touched

This blurry hue awhile
Resurfaces storms of remorse
Reminding faithfully
Of a white cold Christmas morn

What A MoodI’m been in a mood,
And its mood I can’t explain,
I’m just here to be here,
I feel pointless,
And a waste,
I have no idea what got me here,
But I’m here,
And I want to change,
But I’m clueless to how,
So as for now,
I’m stuck in a weird mood,
And I hope it doesn’t bother you,
Like it does me

Am I?Am I in love yet?
Or is this just a regret?
Am I...Am I not...

Spirit Blaze

Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within

The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed

How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls

My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks

The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of t

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Of blood, sweat, and tears
Each crafted with an insight
But not enough to provide for years

They burn with fires of life
Yet go out with a single breathe
As they lead only to strife
And miles of brotherly death

They fight with their words
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Amongst the ones that cause useless stirs
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Help me in this empty misery

Look upon my faded letters
I tried to erase them, I did
But I found my voice within this stall

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It's safer to be unremembered

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The sounds of screaming and ripping tears
Within the Boston atmosphere, there is no sun
The city now bustling with life on the run

The shards and glass bits stay within their hearts
Their legs now crumpled, split apart
As they realize the fear that grips their soul
They have nowhere to run, nowhere to go

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It is alright to complain through the night
As below these ridden, ragged streets
There are people hiding underneath

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DrunkardHis lips are raw and ragged
As his cold fingers settle down
Upon this jagged glass bottle

Its poison seeps through his veins
His bloodstream is now tainted
With these alcoholic stains

An elixir, like fiery brandy
That eases him from the pain
Oh how life now feels dandy!

He's falling over and over again
Laughing, now drunk on the curb
With a broken glass bottle in his hand

The glass falls, he stands
And then realizes, as he looks upon the ground
The brutal, cold murder upon his head

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Nuclear WarfareI feel my ashen lungs
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As I breath in the smog
Of foggy death and rust

For charcoal footprints
I walked along, alone
Awaiting the gray time
Of which I find my home

Its walls crash over
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Drifting over charred souls
As each cry out their hurt

These long forgotten ghosts
Follow me with dry smiles,
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World AboveThe sun arises upon the snow
Winter, now liquid, has flown
Into this soft, fluorescent sky
However hard did I hope to try

Dancing starlight years did show
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Bloodlust

by ~Octavias101, Dec 10, 2012, 11:01:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within

It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live

They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers

Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known

Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Actualized deems

Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste the blood
The bond from within

Bloodlustby ~Octavias101

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Blood is a chain of remarked pasts.

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Thanks to all who viewed, downloaded, and/or favorited this piece! I didn't think of how popular it would become! Again, thank you! You guys really made my day. <3

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

This is depressing....in a good way (?)

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

haha it is?? i never quite thought of that...

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

blood drips from the eye and uh what not

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

eh, its symbolic. ^^'

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

asdf for what?

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

i interpret it as rejection but then finding a bond through family and friend ties.

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

OH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'S SEES NOW

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

hehe ^^ <3

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