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Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
At stubbornly clings to life

The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.

It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.

It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.

Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.

All I Will Ever BeThe fear that I let hold me back
Buried me in my shame
Desperately I waited for a second chance
But that chance never came

Small and helpless I glare at fear
As he stands looking down at me
If I let him continue to lead my life
This is all I will ever be

The Devil's WayMake a bargain, sell your soul.
Condemn it to the deepest hole
That ever came of fact or thought.
For such a price ought can be bought.
Just sign right here. This dotted line.
Cut the last ethereal twine
That ties your body and your mind.
Don't you wonder what you'll find?
Be free of all your earthly toil
And later you will surely boil
In tar as deep and thick as night
From which escapes no saving light.
So what's your choice? It's time to choose.
What will you gain? What will you lose?
Sign right here and you can say
"I lived my life the Devil's way".

Ocean's CallRays of the morning Sun tear the veil of mist
Ships slumber by the shores, waiting to be awoken
Ocean whispers while they slumber of her beauty unspoken
The wooden bodies by her waves are longfully kissed
The beacon closed her fiery eye, the Sun laid her to sleep
But the slumber of the ships will soon and slowly break
When the ships have spread their sails, then they'll be awake
Not because of the chiming bells, but by the Ocean's weep
And the arms of safe lands will not embrace them anymore
When they hearken Ocean's calls and her secrets hidden
One by one, they will leave their safest home - the shore
But perils lurk in dulcet calls of the Ocean so enchanting
Nevertheless, the ships will leave, for freedom is not forbidden
They shall sail forevermore, mesmerized by the eternal chanting

HeartHello, you’re new, shall I show you around?
You will feel at home here, I assure you,
You know this place, it is a sacred ground,
It may look cluttered but there’s room for two.

You will notice that there are just four rooms,
It seems ‘small’, but I choose to use ‘cosy’,
Left is cold, right is warm, by both life blooms,
Your bed is central, should you feel dozy.

You could stay forever, if it’s your will,
And I would like you to stay with me, please?
For now you are here to leave is to kill,
Keep my beating and fleeting heart at ease.

The broken cupThe broken cup does not signify much,
Other than I dropped it
and I ought to clean it up.

It is not an allegory
for my last relationship;
Just a gift from a friend
From which I liked to sip-

And there's coffee on the floor,
In the carpet, down my dress.
Does it have to be a metaphor
For me to be distressed?

Why can't we just drop
A damned cup of damned coffee,
Without it being a brooding realisation
Or a life-epiphany?

My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,
My palette dries in her wake,
Devoid of livelihood for now,
With dull words to fill my tray,
For now I paint a portrait,
With gray,

With no wings of my own,
I am yet to be grown,
For she alone floats me high,
She alone carries the brush;
Strokes colours unto the night,
Filling the empty artist with,
Her sweet kiss of silvery light.

So I lay now in wait,
Under rainbows left gray,
To taste the honey of her life,
Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,
Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,
Breathing into me a laced love letter,
Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.

Can't believe I couldI can't believe I could fall for you,
but I can't get rid of an impression,
you would understand meanders of my soul,
and take me safely home.

I can't believe I could think of you,
and I can't accept I could like your view,
but when it comes to the truth - I do,
and this complication is incredibly new.

A breakthrough giving rise to an new age,
before I fall offstage.

Drifting among the Spheres...Descending the stairs to the top of the tower,
I stumbled and sank in the sky;
From Venus to Yuggoth I rose like a cork,
Through the æther of Space I now fly...

From the light of Andromeda, crystalline-bright
To the uttermost distant of stars,
I must drift evermore on this eternal flight;
Farewell to Jupiter and Mars!

The Big Bang was merely one drop in the pail
Of Cosmoses unnumbered and vast...
As Infinity drowns in Eternity's depths,
So long will my great journey last.

Hadal OblivionFrom vastest depths of the forgetfulness,
The wail of the banished memories
Resounds, bouncing off invisible walls of nothingness,
And their painful intensity – sonance, greatly varies.
Oh, millions of darkest memories cast out
To oblivion, gently caressing them and yet...
They are starving; on the edge of life; bleeding out.
Although kept alive in emanation of agony, grief and hate.

Many want to banish those shards
of their lives. In the end - banishing themselves.

Stripped of those shards of glass, containing memories,
We are nothing – especially not humans. Without identity,
We may find ourselves lost in the overwhelming wor

Sexual AwakeningMy heart kept pumping
But it drowned in its blood
Waiting for someone
To save it from its flood

Yeah, I did that once
Now my patience is dead
I waited and waited
As my heart just bled

Now my patience is dead!

Now I paint the town red
With that sexy new paintbrush
I just met instead
To rephrase what I said
I paint it in my head
When I picture the masterpiece
We can create in my bed

I’m awaken by perfect chaos
Of tranquil vividness
I believe that this is the outcome
Of my restlessness
In silent chaos I’ll hunt down
The prey of exquisiteness

I’ll lure them in
As I prepare to entrap
Then go for the kill
And begin

The measure of the lost memoryAge is but a fraction,
But a story not yet told,
But a sentimental value,
But something we cannot hold.

Age impedes our victories,
Age stands in our way,
The young remain incapable,
And the old will seldom stay.

Age is not a birthday,
Not a frame of time from birth to death,
Not a number that can be ever told,
Not a number told on dying breath.

Age can not be measured,
For none can seem to find,
That age refers to the memory,
Of the thing within your mind.

And whence you forget what your mind holds,
The age is lost as well to the abyss,
And the hourglass drains the last grain of sand,
And the pure void, ensures pure bliss.

Just scaredYour words were scaring me,
What can i say?
Whatever it is, is nothing to stay,
Let me walk for that i shall,
I wont ever even be found.

ArtistWhat skill with your hand you do lightly draw,
connecting lines to form dazzling dreams,
without being able to make a flaw.

Sparks fly in your magic, persistant eyes,
creating a new world in your image,
with confidence that reaches new highs.

Your efforts always seem unrewarded,
the public turning a cold, blind eye,
with nothing to keep your ego fed.

But what dif'rent message is seen in scribes?
Nothing but a meaningless textbook here.
A school's reading has no creative vibes.

A generation that does not read out,
only wants to see words in the pictures,
though there are those who read Poe's works about.

Though literature can on

The Imperfect LineWritten by Josiah Shockency (JCS)

Life is an imperfect line,
We all have ups and downs,
Positives and negatives,
And even smiles and frowns…

It’s a pleasure to be born,
And your life’s a treasure,
But there are stains that won’t budge,
While having all pleasure…

ANGER! DEPRESSION! SADNESS!

Life, what is life anyway?
With all this love and hate,
Mixed together into one,
A huge stain on your plate…

JEALOUSY! STRESS FROM MADNESS!

With bullies in life of school,
Mugs and thugs in cold streets,
With enemies that lurk on,
Seeking for one’s defeats,

FEELING IGNORED! LOSING HOPE!

Bills to pay, mone

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icy rain; trying to reach the sunlight
that lies so far away. I need a hand
to steady me, but no friend is in sight.
Please, someone, transform the anguish which looks
at the depths into sorrow which doth stare
at the stars in hopes of being quenched. Brooks
trickle a mournful tune to my cold care:
My fears trickle down like tears with no one
to catch them. A suffocating darkness
is creeping in, now blotting out the sun.
Will no one care for my living carcass?
The living dead, loneliness incarnate,
that is me. Friends would be emollient...

My Foreign BeautyI once had a vision of perfection:
resplendent beauty, features angelic;
dark eyes enveloped my flushed affection.
I stared in rapture; wholly beatific.
Her exotic nature: tantalizing.
She danced across my thoughts; whispering sweet
poetry in my eager ear, rising
up beyond the divine. She was complete.
Then I awoke to your stare, and my dream
was dust in the wind when compared to you.
Your grandeur outstripped fiction; you're a beam
of vibrance in worlds black, white, and askew.
Her body is lithe, her words eloquent.
Her mind is unique; she'll be eminent.

A Piece of Coal in a Mine of DiamondsI possessed the audacity to reach
out for stars, only to fall laughably
short. I fancied myself able to breach
anonymity's black shroud famously...
Accursed fool! I can't hold a lowly spark
to the blazing inferno of poets
past or present. My "art"? Pitiful dark
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I will remain unknown unto my death
and into eternity. No one will
read me, no one will care to waste their breath
on pitiable dreams that I should kill.
I'm a piece of coal hidden in a mine
of diamonds. I don't impress. I don't shine.

Growing UpMy life is forever changed. Gone are the
days of blissful ignorance, gone is my
innocence. "Never again will I be
free from responsibility" I sigh.
Dawned are the days of toil, here be days
of woe. Coffee, medicine for sleep lost:
bitter tribute to bitter times. A haze
has been lifted, revealing life's true cost.
However, life is not all gloom and doom.
Resplendent suns occasionally tear
through grim clouds of sadness; spreading life's boon
to those who see the light without a tear.
Life is a play containing parts sweet and
bitter. Swim through the low, live for the grand.

All Things Must PassNothing will last. Death, Pestilence, War, Time:
all lay waste to our existence. Meanwhile,
our world rests in evil hands; those who dine
on souls for profit. Evil, rank and file.
Yet in the darkness burns Pandora's gift.
Existence is bleak, but life is beauty.
Fear not the Reaper: without him to sift
through the light there would be no true duty.
Beauty is a bang; a fleeting moment
of color and emotion. The finite
creates art infinity leaves dormant.
Time brings about closure: artist's highlight.
I am going to die, as all things must.
T'is my greatest inspiration: my lust.

I Know a GirlI know a girl who likes to cuddle. She
wraps around my mind, enveloping my
thoughts, filling me up completely. So we
whisper sweet secrets to each other's sigh.
I long to greet her, to shower her with
the same passions she awakens within
my blushing soul. I'm standing on a cliff,
about to plunge deep into a new grin.
She is so far, and yet so near! Buses
and planes can take me to where she resides.
I would embrace her; gone would be fusses:
there would be only us, no world besides.
I know a girl who captured my heart, who
lit a fire I cannot quench: perfect coup.

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by ~kevinlee11, Jul 8, 2012, 7:59:17 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

How oft hath I lain beneath a strange roof,
thinking of home, Longing for a return
to my Elysian fields? This damn spoof
must end. In this house I do naught but burn.
T'is a strange thing; to be home and yet not.
T'is a facade, a play where happiness
is feigned and sadness dealt in spades. I haunt
old memories; enduring loneliness.
Release from this torment comes only with
departure. I may fit in, but never
will I belong. I am the ice cold stiff
resting in this coffin... Not forever!
Soon I shall return home to greener grass,
finally giving loneliness a gash.

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IMPORTANT: This poem is a Shakespearean Sonnet. It consists of 14 lines split into 3 stanzas (4 lines each) and one couplet at the end (2 lines). Each line has 10 syllables and the entire thing follows a ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme. Thanks for reading.

*drkay85 Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

oh i adore this! reminds me of a song from rascal flats, in the lyrics they sing, i never dreamed home would end up where i dont belong. i love the fourth and fifth line so much!

~kevinlee11 Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks a bunch

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