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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.

Bloodlust

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

My LoveI love you...

Your broken mess,
Your heartlessness

Your selfish might,
Your bitter light

Your broken hope,
Your suicidal rope

Your dried up tears,
Your painful years

Your endless struggles,
Your loveless cuddles

Your numbing emotion,
Your lack of devotion...

I love you.
Despite it all.

The Scarlet Pirate

To the rogue and red
To the one who said
Argh by the daring
To sky he's a sailing

They say he's a rebel
A revenge to uphold
Perhaps because of his scar
That lines afar

Or perhaps, a silence
With the ability to think
As well as understand and seek
No. He is not of the weak

He stands along the ship deck
A tall, spirited man
With a hazel eye as sharp as glass
That looks beyond the sea

Inside however, he's searching
A light that he cannot find
Something for with him can claim
To bring him back into the sky

A pirate they said
Has no rules to bend
They might think again
For this one of red
...is only yet a seaman...

The X-factor

She is the x-factor
The only individual
The one that is inconsistent
With that of the natural flow

They say that she is related
By the blood they can not tell
For she is the one that always hides
Shielding her heart from the shadows

If I could say that she is different
From all of the other rest
That would a truthful turnout
Of the lies that have set apart

Her heart is made of crimson glass
All marked and barred by steel
For without such a barrier she would just be
Not another x-factored victim deed

They have rejected her by the crowd
For she does not follow their mindset
Rather she would rather walk
Oppositely of their

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

AloneI am left alone
By solitude's black-stained wings
Breaking away hope

BrutalityRip my heart out now
Take it, and as you leave me
Forget and crush it

EmptyI am air to you
For nothing is worthy of
Your gravitation

Charismatic

The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention

Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams

Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again

To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors

Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher

They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky

Now once alive
Now lost forever

Terror Race

Run, run, run.
Good, now breath.
Keep ahead
and don't help me

Stay focused
Don't look back
Ignore the lustful gazes
All poised to attack

They may crawl at your skin
A shiver can freeze
So don't let them capture
Just go, don't please

Darkness can deceive
Continue in the smog
Ignore the figures
Their breath will flog

Endure the pain
When scaly limbs scrap
slowly, down your grasp
Don't think of what it would take

Again, take in the air
Continue to run
Never stop for rest
For then you'll be one

Above all, resist the urge
to scream.
For they will come faster
And your dream,
will be devoured.

The Beautiful Truth

The most beautiful people we have known
are those who have known defeat, known suffering,
known struggle, known loss,
and have found their way out of the depths.
These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity,
and an understanding of life.
This fills them with compassion, gentleness
and a deep loving concern.
Beautiful people... do not just happen.
They've made that choice themself to be who they are today.

ShatterShatter my thinking
Into tiny glass pieces
So that I can see my life
In each reflection

DifferentI am different
No different than the one
Who claims to be some

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Good Evening

by ~Octavias101, Nov 26, 2012, 5:36:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter

Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain

Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end

Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone

Good evening
and Goodbye...

Good Eveningby ~Octavias101

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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This isn't a poem about me committing suicide. It's just an expression of the sad loss of lives that have succumbed to the pressures of the world. A friend of mine had a friend who's sister had just recently ended her life. I immediately thought of my friend from last year who also ended her life, and I felt a sudden surge of sadness. The feeling reminded me almost of drowning, which I guess fits with the prompt for the group WritingtoLive. Eh, I feel that art is one of the ways to let out my emotions...anyways, you can hate it, you can love it, just don't mock this poor piece of work...

Lives aren't meant to be ended by the person's own doing. They still have a reason and a meaning to live. For me it's God's mission for me in this world. For others, it could be something else. Whatever the case, don't. Do not...close your emotions. Open them up to those around you.

The title image is by ~Jean-Genie. All credit goes to him.