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Magnetic fellaEyes like the wispy winters wind,
like snow drops from a storming sky.
Freckles march over the pale white bridge,
and locks that stumble over attraction.

Lips, dry, thriving with passion,
a roaring fire never to be extinguished.
A voice that reaches the clouds above,
that preaches in lessons of forgiveness.

One hundred and fifty threeA passage way,
merely chalk dust.
Thou shalt not enter,
a sign in rust.

Children,
singing lullabies,
a myth,
but I heard porcelain dolls.

A bitter pain,
of sweet reminiscence.
And my porcelain lips.
One hundred and fifty three.

MistakeThe massacre of children,
who weeped each night for you.

who:
Wished,
Preyed,
and loved,
all you did do.

The happiness you could consume,
you took
which let my veins run dry.

You fought,
gave up,
and left.
Now I cry.

Will he come back?
I wonder each night.

For he was my true hero.

Will my hand slip,
this forsaken night?

Or will I slowly wither?

A death WishA note in a bottle,
a glass bottle,
like a kiss of death,
a death wish.

The dust spins,
around the note,
the note in the bottle,
the glass bottle.

Never to be opened,
sealed with a kiss,
she was kissed by death,
a death wish.

Notes are added,
to the bottle,
the hidden truth,
behind her smile.

She owns the notes,
notes in the bottle,
the glass bottle,
behind her smile.

A note in a bottle,
a glass bottle,
like a kiss of death,
a death wish.

Never to be opened,
sealed with a kiss,
she was kissed by death,
a death wish.

She hides her bottle
away from the world,
never to be opened,
sealed with a kiss.

She takes her

WildWild eyes, left astray,
absent within their own dismisal.
Grips of sanity, lucid pain,
unheard to the negligent victim.

Locked on vanished, past events,
that stumble into relapse.
When all is done and all is good,
we are hit by fatal traps.

Savage and brute, untamed upon touch,
sold on feud and vendetta.
Vein and bent, stares in the mirror,
but who looks back is fiercer.

DesolationYoung child all that I see,
is the tears that moisten your eyes.
Strings that hold you prisoner,
your feet and arms, bow tied.

Anger, wrath builds upon,
the desolate child you are.
God forsaken for eternity,
cursed to not get far.

Disorder holds a remedy,
the cure to all happiness.
Desolations strings,
the curse to never trust.

Fill my soul with poison,
through the dusty kiss of death.
Solitary calls me,
it is my time to rest.

HumanityDreams are bottled,
repeated, rare.
What is a wish?
But a self-righteous prayer.

As we are free,
like the polluted air,
our bodies remain mortal,
though our souls don't tear.

As beliefs fade,
we slowly join,
our money may trade,
but our strength is of coin.

We go to lengths,
to win the hour.
For it is the strength,
that brings out our power.

JungleGreen vines,
tangle and twine.
Water droplets,
fall and flood.

Icy breeze,
swamps and swallows.
As the sun,
warms the mud.

The birds,
chirp and chime.
The leaves,
breeze and brawl.

The ants,
march and maunder
as the rocks,
make a home.

The fish,
jump for joy.
The mountains,
sigh and stare.

The raccoons,
preach, their pulpiteer.
The rats crawl,
without a fear.

The crabs,
scurry and scatter.
The monkeys,
sneak and steal.

The flowers,
blossom and bloom.
The snakes,
hiss and hoot.

The jungle,
calls out my name.
The jungle,
calls for you.

Autumn airSwampy, muddy, tadpole pools,
Autumn air takes a breath,
fire-flys caught in glass jars,
the young child makes a wish.

Pushing pins through plastic lids,
singing silent rhymes,
using mud to camouflage,
like the good old times.

Scribbling all you see,
on lined notepads of paper,
writing of natures smell,
and it's foggy Autumn air

The water holds a spell,
that's stirred around the river,
simply known as a memory,
like the autumn air, will stay forever.

Extend your armsDark, shady eyes of death,
selling souls to hollow breaths.
Pressed hands draw the blood,
finished bodys stir the mud.

Piling, heaping, linking arms,
kept as if they once were charms.
choosing ones to their own taste,
ones that might fit their race.

Take my hand and pull me down,
but don't let me hit the ground.
All my happyness you may take,
all I want is to wake.

Ragdoll FairyBottled faries around my shelfs,
they are my puppets, my ragdolls.
They sit, solitary on my shelf,
manipulating my next move.

I torchure my faries,
I steal their happyness.
I sing to my faries,
selling them spells.

My faries torchure me,
taking my happyness.
Manipulating my soul,
like the ragdoll I am.

I tie strings around their arms,
throw them around my room.
Bottle them back up,
then keep them on my shelf.

HeartThumping in agony,
slowly wearing,
working, drudging,
hardly bearing.

Stagnent rivers,
slow diseases,
time is ticking,
before it freezes.

Why do we believe,
in what is frightful,
holds Divine Love,
is it liable?

A stain to purity,
pain and suffer,
never forget,
it makes you tougher.

'A love can come,
a love can shun,
but the heart is one,
and never will run.'

VolatileAll that you do,
is violence, taboo.
Glacial wind,
by this time sinned.

Knife to pierce,
fast, fierce.
The closest back,
stagnent track.

Rotting lies,
devils cries.
Mendacious relation,
red, emulation.

Desolate and dark,
cultural mark.
The ideas in your head,
slowly shed.

After a while,
you'll turn volatile.
My finger does sting,
from our wedding ring.

Poems- Sun, Rain, ChainsSun

Sun shines,
Sun beams,
Shining through,
Emerald leaves,
The brightest smile,
You’ve ever seen,
Smiling down,
On you and me

Rain

It falls from the sky,
Like tears from ones face,
They splash to the ground,
Gone without a trace,

Nobody sees them,
Until they are felt,
They’re cold and they sting,
And against your skin melt

Chains

Chains, cold and strong,
Cutting at my wrists,
Binding my legs, my hands
And my chest,

The metal chaffs and burns my skin,
Leaving marks red and raw,
The chain consists of iron tin,
Cutting into me like a saw

Another PoemPoem

Beauty beyond all existence,
A musical tune in my ear,
The airs very pull of resistance,
A ballad known far and near,

The fear of the unknown,
The courage of the brave,
A wild vine overgrown,
A master and a slave,

Rocky shallows, wrecking ships,
Fires burning home,
Freaks storms ruining trips,
Leaving children all alone,

Motherly touches to an orphan,
Money to the poor,
Gold silk on expensive curtains,
Like love forever more,

A poet sits writing,
Stories of their dreams,
The quill moves flitting,
Pulling new stories from seams,

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MurielMuriel, the child of the sea,
whos breath lays beneath waters,
with peeping eyes all to see,
is the sky that mankind tortures.

Heal our souls with the water,
that's enhanced by divine Magick,
for we are the ones who torture,
the world - for we are so tragic.

SuperhumanSuper human in our own eyes,
as the power we obtain,
for if we see- we shalt rise,
as the fallen heavens rain.

Stand with me,
shed your tears,
wait with me,
feel no fears.

Take this and hold it until the end,
as many are blind of their own lies,
while the power stays as if a trend,
super human in our own eyes.

The pathAncient stone and sand paved path,
Guide to empty lands,
The brittle scroll the man doth grasp,
To know of where he stands.

To walk the ledge of visioned fate,
as power rains on him,
he hath not long, until to late,
if he doth not begin.

A lonely stance taken as an image,
as solitary confines him,
through his mind, you may scrimage,
no brightness shalt be dim.

Yonder zealotAbase beliefs creatively,
Destroy easy faith,
Gather hands in justification,
keeping lineation.

Misled numbers of phantasms,
quilt religions statue.
Treating us vindictively,
We're xeno- yonder zealot.

OneElectric waves through carbon plates,
lifts ourselfs, our self declaired traits,
of wich we wait in lonely hand,
desolation is merely our friend.

Though all can face, not all can see,
when I see you, do you see me?
For you are shaded as what you are,
a dark, but I see pretty far.

With hands so tight no matter how cold,
we will be together, young and old,
all for one and one for all,
no matter your traits, nothing matters at all.

Darkness, of.Cleanse our hearts of wicked waves,
as darkness hunts, marks with blades.
Smash our minds as if they were frozen,
for when we are born, we are chosen.

Fingernail swords tear out our eyes,
like the tongues that our secrets tie.
Though when all air escapes our lips,
is it only our lungs that death grips?

Without a heartbeat we may leave earth,
though desolation may be a rebirth?
For Magick abandoned my weakened heart,
no need for death, when pain won't start.

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Clouds

by ~fairycatcher-Jessica, Oct 27, 2008, 10:54:18 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The grey cotton candy,
spun around the turning wind,
tastes a bitter sweetness,
kisses thy strength and weakness.

Tumbling roars so delicate,
strike into parallel thoughts.
Behind closed eyes, won't leave,
through the stubborn mind will weave.

A fatal beuty, the window spies,
the fury, such a delicacy.
Unlike the crimson colours we release,
a vivid expression of earth.

Cloudsby ~fairycatcher-Jessica

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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~Shopjob Jun 23, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Hi, I used this magnificent poetry in [link] and ofcourse gave you full credit

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*kiwi-damnation Nov 6, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

Absolutely beautiful.

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~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 31, 2008

lol. THat was supposed to be very nice. hehe

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~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 31, 2008

hehe

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~EatingMyOwnFears Oct 31, 2008

very night!

One suggestion - should it be "fatal beauty?"

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=DragonsChest Oct 29, 2008 Professional Writer

Very short, but ultra sweet...

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