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Bend to EndThere's a small crack
On the surface of my heart
And each word you utter
Forces it apart.

You're supposed to mend it
And pull it back together
But all you've ever done is
Make sure it stays forever.

And as I lay here
Listening to you shout
My heart starts to bleed
As streams of tears break out.

As my heart bleeds out
My life takes another bend
And with one last breath
I beg for it all to end.

Severed SkinGentle red
Fading.
Soaked in
With the clotting
Heat.
Everyone loses
Skin,
No rewards
For the great risk.
Lingering
On the deck,
In solemn prayer,
Hoping the next call brings
Comfort,
I try to stop
The rapid rotation.
I never knew a stranger
So well,
As I know you.
Everyone loses
Skin.
My words touch
The cold tones
Ripping,
Through the unanswered phone.
Breaking to clutch,
Your camaraderie slipping
Into darkness.
Everyone loses
Skin,
But don't cut loose
Just yet.

SummerNights spent on the swing set,
Wishing on the stars.
Lying in the road,
Screaming at strange cars.

Truck beds full of laughter,
Basking in the sun.
Playing games with flowers,
Innocent, childish fun.

Dancing with the raindrops,
Swimming in the creek.
Songs sung from the rooftop,
Hours of hide and seek.

Monster drinks and Hershey bars,
Games of tag until the dawn.
Dreaming of the future,
Remembering moments gone.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Present time becomes the past.
No matter how I wished it so,
Summer could not last.

The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.

The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.

Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.

A missing part

I want my life to transform into my favourite novel
Page after page, written with passion and emotion,
The reader being captivated from beginning to end
Words turning shivers into a craving demand.

I wish my life were a favourite song
Orpheus, on a stone, singing it all day long
The mystique inside of every single note
Bringing life and changing the whole world.

If only life could be my favourite poetry
Giving birth to unheard fantasy and purity
Liberating humanity from fears and chains
Metaphors and epithets breaking tears.

I wonder when my life may be a painting,
On an infinite canvas, yelling for admiring
Covered on the surfa

learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.

i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.

trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.

every release from my
heavy lungs
looks like smoke.

i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.

"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.

i imagine a tongue
unwoven, unbound;
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
words -
unheard by angel,
by beast.

my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
in fli

The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own world
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings

Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands

Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues

Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
…our fantasies

Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.

I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.

That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.

Muddled ExplanationsYou asked me to explain,
Explain my muddled brain.
Where my head and my heart
can't tell each other apart,
And my mind,
it's just filled with inexplicable ideas
and half-finished poems,
hopelessly romantic notions
then bitterness towards emotion.
And I can't bring myself to explain,
The words I need to say.

I just wish you'd make more sense,
take my hand, ignore your conscience,
Just for one split second let emotion take control,
To take you over, consume your soul.
And just hold me, but wait,
Wait, I'm too afraid.
How can I trust you,
how do I know what to do?

©2013

Isir-Baldur (to prophecies and beyond)There once was a tale untold
Of a man long lost inside
mine, the writer's dirty mind.
Thus I yell: "Dreams shall unfold!"

Isir-Baldur, in Gods' dim awe
Born a starchild with no ways,
He roamed and looked into frail skies
All in vain – no one he saw.

"Do you know the story
of the starchild's birth?"

---

Apart from Themes of the sweet Heart,
The poet embraced Demonic Lore,
"Crimson Tide Deep Blue Sea", tricked apart.

It Rains over his Void while the Stone Heart thrives
In the All-Seeing Night.
From Lust to Joy, Oceanus gave birth to the Passiontide.

During a War of The Worlds, far Away from Nightcreed's Eternity.
There we

62. MagicThe smell of this morn
Brought me up.
Your touch of pure gold
Put me on top.

Your bliss of a goddess
Shook the tremor
The night gave me
Howling in terror.

Let magic run free
For it gives me life.
Magic you swallow
To the end of your strife.

Is it all over?
What happens now?
Think twice!
I vow.

This world is magic.
We are living wild
And free.
This life is tragic.
We are living wild
And free.

I feel I really am the magnet's first pole
And I am attracted to your side.
You don't like to think of the truth.
You pretend you don't know with pride.

But you realize this happens.
I will love you for a life!

Magic
Entangled

Poem for Ted HughesHow handsome the man,
he stands on shorelines
on both sides of the Atlantic.

Each trick he tries
is with a pen and not a wand
and each poem is a bomb.

Translator of the foreign page
and what he sees
on a walk or boat journey.

Each fleeting flirtation
had him more removed
from that damaged poet
at his homestead.

If Earth Ceases to TurnWhen hell freezes and heaven burns,
When mountains tumble and Earth ceases to turn,
Where will you stand?

When the oceans rise and wind roars,
When the walls tumble and each breath is war,
What will you do?

When madness descends and chaos reigns,
When the plight of man cannot remain,
How will you leave?

When the ground rolls and splits underfoot,
The forests and cities burn, covered with soot,
Will you run?

When screams can be heard under the falling sky
And the whole world looks out from dead-man’s eyes,
Who will you be?

IngressThe lustre of exposed low wattage bulbs
misleads a moth into the bathroom,
where dampened wings would keep it
moving in circles on the off-white wall.
The repetition of the circumference
opens the brickwork to the sky.

A truck driver pulls into a service station
after waiting for the mileage to outdo the clock.
While washing his hands
he kills the moth with his thumb,
and with his fist is pulled through;
a feeling similar to the sensation described
in the one book he’s read.

It was always area codes he remembered
that without the sister digits
are worthless, as much use
as the telephone box he stands in.
He has a road map
but not fo

SadnessSadness had always been an active resident in the places I had lived.
It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.

It would melt into my morning tea, cooling the little tornadoes of cream and sugar that spun around my spoon and it would pass behi

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4. DarkLove light,
Shine so bright,
Blinding white,
Steal my sight.

Oh, it's stark,
Yet, very dark.
Ready now, take your mark,
Love's a journey- disembark.

3. Light (aka Starlight)Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I see your light shine from afar.
If I could catch it in a jar,
I'd find out what your sparkles are.

Up above the world, so high,
Can you hear me when I sigh?
Do you see the tears I cry,
Am I wishing on an empty sky?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Take bad dreams and cast them far.

Star light, star bright,
I wish on you this fateful night.
I can't escape, I can't take flight,
I'll close my eyes when you're out of sight.

Wish I may, wish I might,
In the darkness, you're my knight.
Though you live at such great height,
Your twinkle brings me much delight.

Star light, star bright,
When you're go

2. Love

I trusted you not to lie,
The truth never left your tongue.
Promising never to make me cry,
A million tears, my hazel eyes have sprung.

Part of me despises you,
I'll always hate me more.
Don't deny that it's true,
Our love became your chore.
I should have ended it,
You begged me not to go.
Pretty words were bullshit,
Your true colors finally show.

Hate is all I feel for you,
I'd rather die alone.
My hand I just withdrew,
Your last chance is what you've blown.

This is a test,
One that you've been failing.
You should know me better than the rest,
So tell me; Is my love for you prevailing?

There's This Girl...

Her label is "weird,"
She doesn't fit in.

Her socks never match,
She's a little too loud.

Her hair's usually a mess,
She fights depression every day.

Her body isn't skinny,
She laughs over everything.

Her heart's on her sleeve,
She's self-conscious and insecure,

Her clothes aren't preppy,
She cries really easily.

Her eyes disappear when she smiles,
She puts her trust in the wrong people.

Her arms are scarred,
She loves her family.

Her pets are her children,
She writes her feelings.

Her heads in the clouds,
She knows she isn't perfect.

Her self is never good enough.
She's everything you thought you wanted.

Her selfishness

Love Is A Real Zoo!

There once was a beautiful girl,
& no, she wasn't a squirrel!
She was quite round,
Weighing MUCH more than a pound,
& this is how her story unfurls.

Alone, but for her snack food,
Honey wanted a hott dude!
She bought a dress,
& met up with her friend, Bess.
Yet, her hunger, she could not elude.

Our girl was craving some chicken,
At the thought, Bess was stricken!
I don't see how,
Seeing as Bess is a cow,
But she claims the rooster is smitten!

Regardless of how Bess Cried,
She couldn't change her friend's mind.
Fighting her tears,
& fixing her droopy ears,
She knew it would be Kentucky Fried.

Responding to their arrival,

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The Other Side of Wonderland

by ~crazi-4-muffinz, Dec 7, 2012, 8:27:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Watch the way the words flow,
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.

Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.

Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.

Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.

The Other Side of Wonderlandby ~crazi-4-muffinz

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This was supposed to be a happy poem about a magical place created only for us when we write..but it turned out being more about a dark evil place created when I write..& about how, no matter how hard I try, I just cannot write happy poems.

~GileadsBalm Dec 10, 2012

Last stanza is awesome d(^-^)

~crazi-4-muffinz Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks! It was hard for me to find the right words in that stanza, so I'm really happy to hear that you liked it

~GileadsBalm Dec 15, 2012

You're welcome!

~Michel-le-fou Dec 9, 2012

Really, poetry must reflect the mood of the poet at moment of composing. I find serious or sad poetry more believable.

~crazi-4-muffinz Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think that's my problem. When I'm happy I don't feel inspired to write, but when I'm depressed I do. Of course I can't write about being happy when I'm not feeling happy.

~Michel-le-fou Dec 9, 2012

U're right. I feel that way too, sometimes.

~Contradictory55 Dec 8, 2012 Student Writer

OH MY GOODNESS. I adore this darkness. It's exactly the kind I love XD

~crazi-4-muffinz Dec 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad you like it

Good thing you like dark poems so much..cause I fail at writing happy cheerful ones lol

~Contradictory55 Dec 9, 2012 Student Writer

Me too XD

~JesusSavedMe777 Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wow. Nice. Why don't you like these?

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