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DaydreamingI'm all locked up inside
My own personal cage of sin.
Sanctimony is a righteous bribe.
It brands dark ink upon the skin
Leaving me breathless, and fooled,
Not whole, not again.
I no longer wait for night to unfold
To cosset me in downy pillow dreams.
I close my eyes right here, right now.
The mind will fly where it's always free
To seek the memories of a land of old,
Not stale, not for me.
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world
pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts
the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklich
in diesem Zustand zwischen
Wachen und Schlafen...
" Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türen
und Wände seit Jahrhunderten
in stillem Einvernehmen
dazu das Atmen des Holzes
ein- aus -ein- aus.
Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übriges
er hat schon zuviel gesehen.
Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatzten
und schlängelt entlang
der verblassten Tapeterie.
Einst blühten hier Rosen
sehr laut und sehr rot
und jeder Strauß weinte still
in seiner rostigen Vase.
Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-
an den matten Scheiben.
Ihr letzter Blick
war sicher ins Grün.
vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man won
cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im
halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen
und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.
ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.
( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)
die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.
ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)
ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.
verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlo
One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow
Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world
That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them
It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day
To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becau
Fate of the Earth Chapter 3-2How he spoke was sinister and cold, the look of him even matched how he spoke, Ireness could sense he was bad news but kept herself calm and listened to what the man had to say.
He walked around them and continued his speech as he gazed at the group “I see only two of what I am looking for but I am sure that you all know where the other two are”.
Kira then asked “who are you looking for?”
The man lent down to her and said in a disrespectful tone “I don’t recall asking you to speak”.
Alan got fearful for Kira, thinking he was going to hurt her but one of the men with the guns put his foot on his he
PoetryThe first time I wrote a poem
I was in third grade
Down the side of my page I wrote the word
May flowers bloom
Always sunny skies
You can smell the buds on the trees
That was the first poem I ever wrote.
Since then poetry has changed a lot for me
It's been an outlet
For anger, and sadness, sometimes loneliness
My first poem, I wrote at school
With a teacher standing over my shoulder
Telling me which lines should have so many syllables
And which words should rhyme
Now I write in my bedroom
By the light of a single lamp
Late at night when my brain is running in personified circles
Coming up with hyperbolic metaphors
To captivate an abstract audience
That resides only in the labyrinth of my mind
Poetry has become more than a way to write
It's become a way to think
To look at life
Speaks through lines of rhymes
Through words with double meanings
Similes that are so cliche I want to cry
Sometimes the words stop coming
The Journey to Earth: Chapter 1 Part 1Sapphire The Black Dragon
The Beginning of Her Quest
On the planet Aldaban in the Furn System, ruled mainly by a cat like race known as the Aldabariuns, a peaceful race that was strong in their mind powers, with abilities to use physic abilities, telekinesis and other mind powers.
This race may have been the dominant species of the planet Aldaban but they never accepted that role as they believed in working in harmony with the creatures that lived among them.
And due to them with the ability to understand other species tongues and to communicate with them with their powers they made a strong pact with most of the species there.
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The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.
And I'm scared.
DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dream
there is no kindness
there is no caring
There is only hatred and grief
In this dark reality from where i cannot dream
I hope to dream of peace and friendship
Though i never will see that day
In this dark reality there is no escape
from the dark claws dragging you to your death
The weight bears down upon me,
like Atlas holding the sky.
There is so much to do,
but I'm only one guy!
From my parents, teachers,
I fear it never ends.
Things to do,
the world to scour.
As I race along,
at a hundred miles per hour
The world on my back.
I should hit the sack.
Just need some rest.
I'll do my best.
But really, who can sleep?
With all this.
3 Punishments One:
For sented hair
and dirty tongue
For growing up
and going out
For want of dance
and burning food
An astronaut in a too big world.
T'es un astronaute attaché solidement à sa station spatiale. Mais. Prêt à tout moment à couper ce gros cordon. Le cordon convoité par plusieurs. Hais par les autres. Ce cordon qui, parfois, devient ficelle.
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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