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Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.

The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.

All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.

Dangerous WatersYou only see broken, empty shells,
They cut your aching feet,
And give you a sense of solitude.

You walk into the waves,
They soothe your pain,
They relieve you of sins.

You want to run away,
But every time you try,
The call becomes louder.

And you are so tired,
So tired of running,
From the call of soothing waters.

So you swim,
Engulfed by the comfort,
But these are dangerous waters.

You're swimming too far out,
The tide will catch you,
Drag you under.

You will never resurface.

Until Death Do Us ApartI'm no longer a gentleman.
Nor do I have a single proper bone in my body,
Because now I am just a savage.

There was once a man who wore a top hat,
Everywhere he went a full tux would walk in his shadow,
Because that man was an actually gentleman.

But he wasn't classy like you think
And there defiantly was nothing kind about him
Because his heart was solid ice.

Neither of us could stand to be without you.
The difference is I have always been the one to love you most.
Because it's always the most beautiful that taste the best to him.

He himself was death.
Myself was death as well.
Because I always used to walk in his shadow.

Until death d

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.

Just three words...Just three words…

How was I supposed to know ?
That the sun could shine so bright
This enchanting day your gaze
Stopped on me…

How was I supposed to know?
That I could be even happier
This day you said you loved me
Me, always the friend, never the loved one

How was I supposed to believe in it?
You, the one I watched, not daring to hope
Why should you even look at me,
The girl no one never see?

I wanted to believe in it…
When you offered me these three words
And held me in your embrace,
Confusing me in happiness…

I tried to believe in it…
As I felt my heart answer to you
I drowned in your love
And lost m

Cloning is not the solutionHaving the face of another
is the curse that I am forced
to live with. When "Original"
was born, instantly, there were
so many problems that she had to
deal with.

The doctors had secreted her away,
performed tests to ensure that her
family would at least get someone
who looked like her. I was the solution,
born of a test tube and month old DNA.

I hate my face. It doesn't even belong
to me. I might resemble "the Original", but
I am not her. No matter how much
I want to be her, I'm not. I wear a mask, live
the life of another, but I'm barely managing.

Her parents, however, don't even know the
difference. I am their beloved Yssi. But th

You Could Never Bury Me Deep EnoughEven if you tried to tear me up into little bits
which you have
projecting your own inadequacies,
On my sorry ass.

Trying to bury me in hatred,
Thrust me into a giant grave,
You could Never bury me deep enough,
That I wouldn't Rise again.

And raise my iron fist,
and crush you to the ground,
Not that it's what you deserve,
I don't decide that

I will not play god,
but I will have the last word
You could never Bury me deep enough
that I wouldn't strike you down.

The Dwarf and The Ring WraithThe creature was late.

Checking the position of the sun in the sky, Pacsa heaved in a great lungfull of pipe weed through his pipe before looking back at the entrance to the village. Instead, the old dwarf let the gentle rays of the sun beat down upon his cheeks, savouring the silence, knowing that soon, everything would change. He had arrived in the sleepy little village not long ago and seeing the bustle of smiling townsfolk, Pacsa felt a momentary pang of guilt, knowing that very soon, their peaceful existence would be jarred completely. The dwarf took no comfort in the thought, but it couldn't be helped. Soon he would come.

Suddenly, he

Stolen Happinessthe house is cold
the life is dead
a perfidious perfume fills every corner of this place

before this was happiness
one day everything changed
a bitch came destroy everything

Now I am sad and disillusioned
my fairy tale became a nightmare

The RusalkaOne summer night in early June
She stepped out from the water's depth
A forbidden beauty in light of the moon
Temptress who roosts among the trees
She sings the songs of lovers' bliss
And the warmth of family and home
And how it's all the things she missed
Singing in tune to the bubbling creek.
Beware the summer siren and her golden hair
Ignorant fools, steer clear of her wiles and wares
The naked beauty of perfection dancing among the trees
Death's beautiful bride-to-be
The weary traveller was tired and worn
His body stiff and sore, he stopped to rest
The sun had set as he stooped to drink
A shadow then caught his eye
In awe he looked up to the gorgeous nymph
Her beauty beyond compare
Her eyes, her skin, her naked breasts
She coyly motioned him nearer
Just out of reach, he leaned to the edge
The water lapping at his finger tips
Arms wrapped about his head, lips grazing his
Closer, closer, he pressed forth
And then he fell in
Down to the bottom she'll drag your soul
Be you men of young

NepentheI'm laid to waste
That venous prick,
That bitter taste,
That savored kick.

Oh heaven sent,
No sins repent,
With Everclear
That's chased by beer.

The Ritalin crushed
And thus inhaled,
Sends me that rush
On bliss impaled.

Give one more pill
And yet another.
No, two more thrills
My lungs to smother.

Just stick my veins
With Dilaudid.
Marinated brain
Has just applauded.

And send me now
Down to die.
I, in peace now,
Reposed here lie.

Then from death's brush
The sacred hush...

...hush...

...hush...

Oh sweet love, you've found me now. I, the willing victim, of this not-so-grim reaping. Hold me tight in the arms of You, my Eternal Prince.

SuicidalI'm running out of breath

-and I'm diving in.

I want the gods
to pour their tears
into the oceanic crust
they call the sky
and rip the immortality
from their veins,
crying out the soul of
a rebel torn in defeat

(singing hallelujah, hallelujah
in the rhythm longing
to glow from the cavities of their skulls.)

Full Moon and Caffeinated InsaniteaThere are no dreams for one like me
and the moon.
I bottle my thoughts at day and hoard them at night
my astral fears, my ancient premonitions.

I foresaw myself dying inside the belly of a minotaur,
undignified, bleeding,
as Theseus' blade pierces my forehead.
Without warning,
my pastlives flash before my opened eye-
I remember my life as an ant on a mountaintop,
luminous-neon.
I watch in sorrow as they fall one by one,
wailing, screaming, in various degrees of pain.
I remembered my loved one's hands then.

I remember being alone.

I imagined the gods and goddesses laughing at this.
I imagined slaying the sun.
I imagined a full-fledged wa

Bluesque IllusionReach over the sun
You need to see ahead of yourself
Reach over the sun out
You've already seen how to be broken

Reach over the sun so
You can be ready soon
Reach over the sun out
Believe in your tears that soaked your skin

I can never see what's ahead of me
A never-ending yearning crossroad
Is flesh really worth to hold on to?
I touch it and it always feels so cold

I've never seen a blue sky
I wonder if it's searching
For every broken dreambound
On what life has left for us

There's something about blue that attaches me
To the point of crying scarlet
Its illusion sometimes in a deeper shade
Leaving me yearning for what's left of loving

A

Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.

Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.

In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.

Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.

Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.

Away, lost in the night,
Accompan

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They claim you to be head of those who removed the chains.
For every second the chains dragged the thing moves a little farther.
The farther it roams the higher the stacks being left behind.

I was sent backwards to fix the present.
My only guidance was lost during my landing.
You were my only hope for surviving such an unfamiliar place…

With you I wouldn't mind planting a new life here in the past.
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ProposalFrom one knee I could glance upon your beauty,
From beneath a box a ring could emerge,
From five ordinary words you and I could exist forever.

My wings can you take far beyond your imagination if you jump.
My ship can keep you afloat on a trip across the Bermuda.
My home can shelter you from Mother Nature at her worst.

If you're Cinderella missing a shoe I'll carry plenty of spares,
If you're Rapunzel locked away in a tower I'll climb any height to join you,
If you're Snow white waiting to be awakened I'll be only a kiss away.

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Locked away are beautiful memories I'd like experience just once.

Locked away are pieces of me,
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Locked away are pictures of what lays beneath my heart.

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When you wake tomorrow I'll be the sun shine in your paradise.
When you cry I'll be catching your tears while the handkerchief turns to ashes.

During the darkest times I'll be the bright side.
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During the scariest moments I'll be the Knight in shining armour.

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water is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

by ~uniquePoetry, Sep 30, 2012, 4:44:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Water is known for its good deeds of providing life and vegetation,
While its evil deeds go unknown,
Creating the illusion of only a Good Samaritan appearance.

But not every drip serves the same purpose.
Some drops are far much darker than others.
So how can something so filthy be considered pure?

Because the good aren't selfish.
Yet water's grip holds all life like a puppet,
Rewarding us all with just another day.

Water is a criminal that washes away the crimes of others in addition to its own
It's also a murderer that punishes us for swallowing too much
However since there's still some good left to give water is mainly "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde".

water is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.by ~uniquePoetry

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Water isn't as pure as what we believe.

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 2, 2012 Student Writer

This is an interesting little poem. I like it!

Great work!

~uniquePoetry Oct 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you

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