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The still beating heart
Is encased in these bitter walls
These sheets of foreboding
Disposed in arranges of steel

It is deathly surrounded
All by the coldness of such
A reality that was never known
But dwells deep and takes over

It drives downward and downward
Secretly twisting its heart into mine
My heart beats and bursts
No regular sound to be heard

Its metal framing cracks a spread
A resulting shatter of thus
The overbearing and tormenting
Until my heart can not take it

No more...

Forever it shall be
Unframed in a claustrophobic matter
With no will nor strength
But a splintered dagger

Homecoming.The sound of wheels touching the runway,
the shrill screeches, the subtle sway.
I clutch my fingers a little tight,
I walk out the plane, feel the sun a bit more bright.

Take a step into the glass doors,
the sound of feet tapping against the floor.
Millions of people shuffling all around,
I grab my luggage and stumble right out.

I stand a little on my toes,
My eyes blown wide, My specs sliding down my nose.
I finally see the sight I need,
My smile so wide, I can't breathe.

A short man of age fifty three,
Hurries towards me like cavalry.
His face split into a warm grin,
His body frame gone slightly thin.

He stands millimeters i

RainSun is gone, but there she stays
For it left her petrified
And her love leaves with the sun
She is sitting in the rain

Motionless, she can't but wait
For the sunlight to come back
It does never, and she smiles
She has learned to love the rain.

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

DuskDusk

Clouds dot the pastel sky
Drifting far above the maple tree
With sweeter than honey sap
As day turns to chilly dusk
Transforming the time into twilight
Weariness overcomes the might tree
While maple leaves bow down to autumn

Winter of OldThe year is late and wrinkled;
Holding us in her weathered hands.

We remember when she was young and supple,
Running through the fields of marigold
With sunkissed skin and clear blue eyes.

But now the year is old,
And we must trudge through
A desert of white.

Soon, she shall be reborn
And we can dance under the sun
Yet again.

Humanity UnleashedPeople are much less shocked
Than after Uncle Joe's death,
When Delta was writing laments
Above him descending to Hell.
Nobody is crying with semi-tears,
No matter, if for showing up
Or out of their fear.

One man with a briefcase
And in a made-to-measure suit
Seems to be disturbed,
So I ask him in the tide
Of sympathy - silly for some -
Why is he so nervous?
"I'm not irritated, funny girl.
I'm calm like the Pacific Ocean
During Magellan's voyage.
If I start to panic,
The others will trample me down.
I have three daughters,
And a wife, and a hamster
Living in a golden cage;
I can't afford leaving them
All alone before

CalmHave you ever had one of those days
Where you sat down and
Listened?

It's a spectacle, the stuffs
Hidden around us
How it changes and flows.

The birds aren't singing,
No, not really.

The low thrum of engines
Vibrate through the ground.

Translucent flakes of snow fall
We're reminded of the cold.

It's hard to notice it,
Even though life is so chaotic anymore,
Most of us, even now,
Never got a nerve to spill.

Every-Day Reality Triptych. Part III. KettlesAnother element of human environment
Which isn't noticed by him
Till it start to whistle

Kettles so then in better situation than coffeemakers
In the end you can acknowledge whistling as something similar to yodeling
And an attempt of contact

Kettles are also more useful and functional
But less romantic

Kettles don't care about eternal fame
Five seconds of whistling few times a day is enough for them
To have something to recall by the rest of the time
Then people thanks to their whistling can chat about something

Kettles always solve the issues anyhow
In the end mental water corruption is their practice
People quietly despise th

Every-Day Reality Triptych. Part II. The FridgePeople look at it and they see
That's an ordinary fridge
But after opening it you can see
Viands contained in it ready to served
Fridge looks at the peopletaking them out
And it laughs inwardly
That they'll be eating frozen food

Stupid fridge
It doesn't have any idea about rules which it has to obey
And it's astonished that people can't become sick

The fridge starts then to chill the food with singing
It brings on dissonances unpredicted by its design engineer
It changes chilled dishes into icy cold ones
The engineer seeing it decides to let it for experiments
In order to make people realize this and start avoid it
They do so

Every-Day Reality Triptych. Part I. CoffeemakersJanusz Grzywacz
Has created a cult song about a coffee grinder
Poets are silent, when it comes to coffeemakers
They lack of an olde-worlde charm
Of sentiment
They're just useful and overly functional
Nobody imbeds into their spiritual life
In the end they're not cucumber soup
They become attached so quickly to our habits
That we ignore them
And we remind about them only when we have to make coffee

But it will come the time
When the coffeemakers will make the quickest decision in their history
About noticing them
Just like small beings discovered by a good-hearted elephant
They will quietly clamor
We are here
We are
But they

Let It All GoLet it all go

Limbs have lost motion
Mind running wild

Tired.

All emotions ripped out
Every feeling cut loose

Numb.

Rip off the coat
Stand out in the rain

Cold.

Isolated in company
Lost within the crowd

Alone.

Loved more than deserved
Gifts with every turn

Smothered.

Close eyes fall asleep
Dream of deaths not too sweet

Freedom.

Dancing in the wind
Singing to the sky

Let it all go.

Color of the SkyThe sky is blue.
But not blue.

You look at me strangely,
Your face talking even
When your lips are still.

You don't understand that
The sky is
Cerulean.
Indigo.
Sapphire.
Azure.

And when the sun is being born
The sky is
Vermilion.
Cerise.
Salmon.
Wisteria.

You see, the sky is never blue.

FacelessWho are we,
Jumping from name to name.
File to file,
Without nary a form.

Hiding behind nothing
But ourselves
But what we want to be.
And the past creeps up.

We distance it from us,
The once from the now,
Blank blurs from a colorful cascade,
Twirling in an endless macabre.

Undecided, we forge on.
Nothing holding us back.
No one telling us
What to do.

Regrets?
Who needs 'em.
Reminiscence?
Fuck that.

Existence crumbles
What was once solid
Is now a frail shadow
It bows to Nothing.

Giving up becomes
A very viable option.

Yet we pick ourselves up,
Craft life from an empty void,
And struggle against
The tides of life.

The ForestThe forest that lay on the steep mountainside was verdant in the summer
When the mercurial sun beamed
And embraced the forest with it's radiance.
And the forest stretched its limbs it seemed.

The forest that lay on the steep mountainside was weary in the winter
When the mercurial sun wept
Many tears of stinging snow.
And the forest slept.

Perhaps this is why the forest was silent
The day one of their brothers was fell.
The limbs waved wildly as it crashed to the earth
And the spraying snow rose in a swell.

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Submit to the ignorance they said
With calls of sureality dreary
Unaware, and unexposed to thus
The turmoiled truths of life

They said to fall behind such
To be defended from the darken past
Something to hold on to
Something that would last

But then they sent him to war
War against the world
Again, again fighting for oblivion
In an unknown, despicable cause

His heart then began
Began to show the cracks from within
Deepening the grooves of stain
All the while shattering ignorance

The madness inside began to swell
Bringing forth the monster inside
Driving him into the deep reality
Feeling only all the pain

And feeling

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

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If I were to say that they just stood
Standing at the corner
Just waiting to be heard
Yet demising all realistic means
It wouldn't be the scarring truth

They fall beside the granite
All hardness and soulless alike
Praying desperately inside
That what they maybe are
Is truly not the reality

Inseparable, hard to break free
They are rigidly set in place
With hearts of stone and glass
Their only hope is to crumble
To fall apart before the last

When their souls finally fall
And stone like cries rumble
The pains and losses forgotten
Becoming a distant memory
Of the one long ago

They are just a stone outline
No fate to be see

Iced Over

The call of the winter storm
Draws over the piercing winds
Hardening my soul all yet again

Leaves have drifted
A fallen on the ground
Forbidden imprints upon stolen means

Frostbitten shards are weary
Sheltering the old from new
Redeeming the souls of life another

If my heart were to be iced over
Like that of the bluish moon
Then the rains would cease falling

They would become sculpted
Into crafted works
All established by nature's design

Eccentrically set in place
Every flake unique in taste
As life's cold measures commence

The world seems to be all but still
As the night blurs on
To reveal the winter celebration

One

The one who is there
Waiting for me patiently
Until I finally realize
My true feelings

The one who is kind
Always lifting me up
Bringing smiles to my face
Even when trials drag down

The one who is faithful
Holding onto me
Making sure that shattered pieces
Are always put together again

The one who is listening
Along with the ability to understand
With or without a single word
A line of emotional connection

The one who is tender
Holding my hand with endearing
Caressing my hair with love
Kissing my cheek with meek

The one...
who will be meant for me

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Spirit Blaze

by ~Octavias101, Dec 15, 2012, 5:09:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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 thus
The life circle...

Of the spirit blaze

Spirit Blazeby ~Octavias101

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The spirit has a blaze with which can not equate to fire.

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~MurkyClouds Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love this! I particularly like the phrase in second stanza, "The flames of the heathen blaze / Burst forth in sentimental dance", it creates a wonderful picture in the mind.

~Octavias101 Dec 16, 2012 Student Writer

thank you! im glad you liked my visualization.

~MurkyClouds Dec 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^^ np, it truly is a magnificent piece

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

You need to use this well-used talent for stories too! Write! Write! Write! or...type! Type! type! and upload on dA!

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

lol! thank chu~ <3 -bows- i shall try... ^ ^'

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

Yeah, like last time chu gave up on es which was strongly dislikeable choice. But! You shall try again so i dont mind...

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

awww. well im glad that my sister is looking out for me. <3

~Ruriko121 Dec 15, 2012 Student General Artist

Aww! Thanks for calling me sister! So sweet! Are you in the school newspaper?

~Octavias101 Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

psh. i dont like journalism....tis bothersome...

~Ruriko121 Dec 16, 2012 Student General Artist

ah soka...oh well, go for your dreams!

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