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Ablaze!Woman with fire in eye
Flame from heart ablaze
Living life without asking why?
Instinct driven, there in gaze.

Flame burns, flickers, smoulders
Tempered not with regret
Eyelashes fan this endless flame
Impossible to forget

2012 Delice1941
18th September2012

Grow Up KidI feel alone lately,
lost and hurt.
I try to tell my friends,
but they turn it into a contest.
Who's life is worse?

I get it
there are other people out there
who have it worse then me.
Yet venting isn't self centered.
Or I don't think it is.

I want to go back,
to when I was 5.
When I didn't know,
what this kind of hurt is.
When I didn't lay awake in bed,
lost and confused.

But you gotta grow up kid,
two more years,
then you're on your own.
Grow up kid,
because everyone is blaming this on hormones.

ListenCan you hear me
Listen
Listen to my cries
Hear me
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Listen
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
I'm shedding
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen

Maybe you can't hear me
Yeah
That's it
I'm just not loud enough

The cabin with the mossy stumpThe cabin with the mossy stump
And wooden steps, outside
The one with the old cougar pelt
That terrified me as a child
As if it would someday come
Alive

long boring days there
With not a thing for a kid to do
Except pick buttercups, and play
Where the adults would be busy
Working, chopping wood and
Mowing grass, and me and
My brother had to amuse
Ourselves, while not getting
In the way

The place with the ski trips
And Easter holidays spent
Looking for candy in all the
Places, chocolate rabbits
And Easter baskets
And even occasionally
A toy bunny or book

Mostly it tastes like
Pepsi that has mostly
Gone flat in my mind
Perhaps because it was

The next victimshe is next on his list
he observes his prey since two months
this pretty blonde has become her phantasm

he imagines making love with her
she is for him an obssesion
he watches her angel thanks to cameras placed in his apartment

every morning, she rises
under the eyes of this man
every morning, she takes a shower
under the eyes of this pervert

he looks at his list
already 29 names have been deleted
the number 30 will soon disappear also

The Glade Between the FallsA breeze whispers through the trees;
Leaves dance to the silent tune.
Tree limbs reach up, ever skyward,
To the serene face of the moon.

The night is quiet, though not still;
Many seek peace in the glade.
Soft eyes, glowing, start to appear;
The wolf nobly howls his serenade.

Leaves gently tell to one another
Secrets that will not be heard.
Even those who can listen quite well
May still not be able to learn.

The air is fresh; it smells of pine.
Mother Nature tranquilly calls.
Life abound is welcome here,
In the glade between the falls.

When She CallsEbb and flow of life and tide, forever without end,
We cannot fight it, cannot deny it,
The moonlit shores forever at her whim.
Though not always in view, her pull is always felt,
Drawing him in, to the end of time, hoping for a glimpse.
Her beams of light, beyond beauty do they shine,
Kissing the night with her tender lips.

Burn on the CrossPlease don't start again because I will not listen
There is no reason to on keep on getting upset
About something that will never come true
So why do you even try to say that you are the best
When you know that it is not true

Scream at the start of all the fun
Cause we won't back down at the sight of you
Scream at the sight of the sun
For it's not fuelling up your ego
And now you will burn on the cross

Keep on remembering all of the reasons to fight
I don't think filling up your pride was on that list
Can't stop remembering the time you think you will be dead
You're on the radar even when you're out of sight
So you can hide but

Fury of the HybridBorn with a set of black and feathered wings,
A child's heart pumps blood, his eyes alight,
Oblivious to what his future brings,
To one, not angel nor demon, yet bright.

Now grown and tossed aside and left to die,
A hybrid stands, a proud and vengeful soul,
With swords raised high against averted eyes,
He shouts a pledge to claim and take his toll.

"I'll be the one who laughs while Heaven burns,
I'll render Hell a frozen, barren land,
As angels scream and devils cry, they'll learn,
And know true pain and sorrow by my hand."

Beneath his banner, purely monochrome,
On ashes of the slain, he'll build his home.

He Never Came HomeThere is no neck to wrap my hands around. No place to tie the noose.
There is no single face, no pair of eyes…for me to claw out. …My talons…sharp…and waiting.
There is no body with a mouth I can fill with boiling water, until the lungs have been filled…filled and drowned…cooked by the heat. …My hatred…here. Boiling.
There is no one for me to destroy with the power of my rage…-my fury, my bitter, bitter hate that I would spit out as poison to avenge…to avenge… To mangle, kill, and destroy those- the one-! The-! But- But there is no one. No one at all for my pain to open. No one at all for my grief to drown, to flood the cavity my pain has gouged to reach the beating heart which I wish to clutch in my fist, to squeeze out the life, the love, the happiness that heart has ever experienced, to make it suffer and feel what I have suffered and felt, and then

Only One VoiceSomewhere between the silver stars
Splattered against the the night,
Amidst the leaping, dancing flames
Which cast their subtle, hazy light,
Through rolling clouds and misty shards
Of thickly coiled fog,
Above the pounding throb of hammers,
The grind of spinning cogs,
Just past the outstretched lips
Of plaintive, jarring howls,
The deadly clench of pointed teeth,
Obscured by drooling jowls,
Mingling with the frantic voice of panic,
Shouts that fill the street,
The roar of angry, murderous cries,
The beat of frenzied feet,
Above the clash of thunder,
The thrum of pounding hearts,
A long way past the bitter end—
It's the

Quatrain III"You ask me to leave you, even when you venture into the Fire?
My dear, I am the fire within you burning brightly;
My passion driving your life, far beyond the throes of such so called damnation;
How can we live apart, when I am your hell and your heaven combined?"

Quatrain IIWriting in vain my sorrow with my tears
that I am responded by the watchful;
alas, none comprehend save a noteworthy handful -
The rest disowned these cries of despair...

To Love a Ghost I sometimes think that the reason I haven't been able to truly love someone in real life
is because a ghost holds my heart in his hands.

It's taken me awhile to admit,
but my heart belongs to a ghost,

He visits me at night as I sleep,
upon waking into a dream
I can feel his hands at my hips,

I get lost,
so lost in these times
that I swear I have never experienced
a moment so magnetic,

Daylight has never given me such a second,
it's only when I shut my eyes can I feel
the touch of a poltergeist,

The air is always thick
and foreheads damp with sweat,
then I reach for him
and I lose my sight,

All I can see are the
hot tan

Mother MoonPain that runs in rivers
Fire ripping me apart
Stomach, cramping, churning
Dear God my racing heart!
Think my flesh is melting
This moonlight, how it burns!
Bones feel like they're breaking
For death I pray and yearn
Strength and freedom rising
How sweet the forests smell
Werewolf, standing, howling
Where my weak body fell
In the night I hear you
My careless, foolish prey
Walking in the moonlight
Such loving things you say
Silently I stalk you
Sweet lovers, you've no clue
Feel my hackles rising
The hunt will soon be through
I know that you can see me
I want to smell your fear
Piss yourselves my victims
And know that death is here
Growling, ripping, tearing
I paint the trees with blood
Body parts are flying
I love death's crimson flood!
Two loving hearts devoured
Fun ended all to soon
Think I'll sit a while
And howl at mother moon!

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LostLost
in an empty world
without a meaning
that makes sense

Lost
in a filled world
that has a message
I don't understand

Lost
in a shadowed world
without any light
to guide me out

Lost
in a heartless world
where emotion is gone
since our farewell

Lost
in a cold world
where your heart
is beyond my reach

Lost
in a world
where I have to miss
the only one worth living for

ScarsYou see the scars across his face.
A knife pulled across his cheek.

You see the scars all over her body.
Flames raged, her body ablaze.

You see the scars on his arm.
Where he slid over the tarmac.

You see the scars which are her knees.
With which she fell upon the floor.

You see the scars over his eye.
The knife took it away.

You see the scars on her legs.
Which she has cut so many times.

You don't see the scars in their minds.
Of all the words they heard.

Endless stream of wordsI talk and talk.
Please, come for a walk

I speak and speak.
Please, help the weak.

I scream and scream.
Please, listen to my dream.

I chatter and chatter.
Before my thoughts shatter.

Please, listen to the things that I don't say.

Please, listen to some parts of my twisted mind.

Please...... listen to the silence beneath my words.

The life of a grain of sandShores crumble before the storm
The grains of sand shipped away
Another beach they'll form
On this shore they won't stay

Far away they will gather
Maybe together, maybe alone
On which shore doesn't matter
Where away they will be blown

The wind takes the grains
Holds them tight, caries far
Blows them upon new planes
Their resting places they are

Buried by kindred sand
A river cuts through
Where now trees stand
The grain moves to the blue

Again they travel in the sea
Caught up in roaring waves
To where they always flee
Before they sink to graves

All together in one pack
Formed into a sandstone
Very tightly they all stack

Sick and tiredI'm sick and tired
of the world around
my thoughts unspoken

I'm sick and tired
of the world inside
my whirling thoughts

I'm sick and tired
of the world beneath
my feet walk on

I'm sick and tired
of the world around
my thoughts unspoken

No faith in meI don't have faith in life to come
I look at my past and see ruins
I want to escape out of them
I can't escape the ruins

Have faith! All will be well.
Tell me when, for I don't see.
What has faith in store for me?
Another cruel life to come?

The sequel to the past
is the present and
Faith will determine
the future to come.

My faith in the world is gone.
Why should I have faith,
when faith has no faith in me.

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Daddy...?

by ~Wiliart, Oct 12, 2012, 9:37:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Ambulance for you
Racing by the house
Mom just called
It races for you

Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back

The doctors told
your brains bleed
inside your head
your veins burst.

Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back

Daddy...?

Daddy...?by ~Wiliart

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Wiliart

This is for the lost love prompt of

I almost lost my dad to a cerebral haemorrhage, but I'm still afraid every day I'll lose him forever.

This poem is about the uncertainty, you know something bad has happened, but you don't know the end yet. The moment when you fear the most that you will lose a loved one.

~RubyDaSquirlz Jan 14, 2013 Student Writer

I hope he lives a lot longer. ~hugs~ I know what it's like to almost lose, and to lose, loved ones. I understand your fear. I know it's consuming. Be strong until then, Ok? We'll help support you.

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~Wiliart Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's was in the summer of 2005, but the fear still remains.

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~RubyDaSquirlz Jan 15, 2013 Student Writer

I know what that's like. Keep being strong. ^_^ ~hugs~

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=Starija Oct 13, 2012 Writer

...........OKAY NEVER MIND MY LAST COMMENT. i'm so stupid. it was hemorrhage LOL i forgot what that meant for a second. hehe?

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=Starija Oct 13, 2012 Writer

.....dude. this totally happened to my dad 3 weeks ago (not due to haemorrhage). he died because the internet bleeding was too much. not that i'm trying to jinx you, sorry LOL. i just submitted a poem almost similar to this, only it's more general. you were very lucky, and i'm glad you didn't lose him.

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~Wiliart Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

My sincere condenseness for the loss of your dad.

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=Starija Oct 14, 2012 Writer

thank you for that~

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=Starija Oct 13, 2012 Writer

internal*

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~AgentBabycakes Oct 12, 2012

So poignant.

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~Wiliart Oct 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

As every moment feel when a loved one is in the hospital and you don't know if they will survive.

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