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Moon ChildMoon child
dweller in the dark,
where is the fear in your eyes?
You who rule the night,
there is only hunger in your heart,
it all consumes,
driving you mad,
it is blood that you crave,
the supple taste of flesh
as it tears between your teeth,
the need to annihilate
relentless it pulses through you.

Beast born
there can be no remorse,
but you feel yourself
slipping gradually
farther out of control,
losing track of the bones
that gather at your feet,
the stains on your teeth,
rust red no longer fade,
metallic becomes a
permanent taste.

Moon child
lives for the night,
a lurk in the shadows,
a subtle movement,
a phantom of deat

Icarus DreamsHe had Icarus dreams,
it was not for the flight
that he longed.

But the descent,
the freedom of the fall,
abandon, out of control,
between life and death.

For that one beautiful
moment, you gave yourself up
entirely.

Call Of The UniverseThere is only the pulsing echo of eternity,
Reaching out across the rage-less space,
And time; living in a perfect void without pity.
What finite beings of such sapient thought,
Could rise up to devour the wisdom they wrought?

There is only the howling mess of mystery,
Spreading out amongst the senseless life,
And death; existing in a hectic abyss in history.
What mortal thralls of ideal intellectual grace,
Should rise up to define the ferocity they face?

There is only the crying rage of reality,
Moving out against the mindless love,
And hate; dying in a cruel grave with clarity.
What unique hearts of grim genius deceive,
Would

PandemoniumWelcome to the plague called pandemonium,
Step inside this chaotic suicidal stadium,
Away from those arms harmless and afraid.
Where tendrils bleed like veins bleeding madness,
As they sprout before silver flames they fray.

Welcome to the poison named pandemonium,
Crawl from this hectic confused cranium,
Away from those arias painless and alone.
Where fireflies hide like eyes hiding darkness,
As they blink before black graves they groan.

Welcome to the pity known as pandemonium,
Enslave not this static emphatic elysium,
Away from those aliens formless and alive.
Where verses die like nerves dying sadness,
As they wake before wh

Andromeda WeepsNothing wakes when Andromeda weeps,
Flowers fade from the silence that sleeps.
Those final words that woke her heart,
But such tragedy torments the brightest time,
For her love in vain was torn wide apart.

Nothing wakes when Andromeda weeps,
Trees tremor from the chaos that creeps.
Those eternal blooms that broke her soul,
But only destiny darkens the lightest dawn,
For her hope in pain was born ever foul.

Nothing wakes when Andromeda weeps,
Shrubs shiver from the love that leaps.
Those infernal clouds that choke her mind,
But just vanity vindicates the whitest voice,
For her fate in rain was worn out blind.

Demon InsideWill you love the demon
inside me? I know there is a darkness
in my soul that sinks down into the abyss,
and my heart beats callously.

I cannot pretend to be an angel,
I don't aspire for Sainthood,
I never have presumed that I was good,
and never sought to be better than this.

Will you tremble at the sight of me?
Revile within the truth of me,
do I repulse you so?

Or might you glimpse something
beyond all the insanity,
can you see past the nightmares
of my dreams?

Understand I am not seeking
to be saved, I don't want to be led
astray from my twisted path.

Don't come to me if you believe
you can purify my soul,
but I

My Beautiful DisasterBroken boy
with your coffee
and cigarettes
I should have been
forewarned to stay away
but your lips
curved in a cynical smile
and your eyes
saw the bitterness of the world,
I longed for your artist's fingers
to give me a caress,
I see you smoking in bed
among twisted sheets
while we for a moment
forget the pain of the world,
but in the end we are
destined to destroy each other,
it was never love
that drew us together
but the beauty of your mind
and the languid litheness of your body,
the cracks in your heart,
and despair in your soul,
but I was never the one
to give you what you require,
you are an ideal
I desired

Scentless RoseMy love is a rose
of all thorns,
a scentless flower,
all monochrome.

I am a stormy gray day,
of heavy clouds
impregnated
only with bleak misery,
ready to descend.

At rare moments
I might appear
sepia toned,
my love can be found
in all the old photographs,
yellowed around the edges,
smiles starting to fade,

I know I am a cracked vase,
of little use,
no longer a water bearing urn,
no more for holding
beautiful frivolities,
but gathering dust,
where spiders dwell.

A deteriorating fresco
my colors do not shine,
and I exude an atmosphere
of dungeon dampness,
with cold stone floors.

My love is an artifact
forg

SilenceYour
silence kills me
more than words
can say.

While I am held
in suspension
of anticipation
waiting and wondering.

Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,

Yet
eagerly
I wake to another
torture,
knowing soon
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.

Autumn LoverShe was the November lover
but Autumn was always the season
of the dying, and she found only
coldness was left to greet her now.

No more flowers were in bloom,
while the flame within her heart
began to fade she fell, it seemed endlessly
among the fire colored leaves.

While the trees appeared in shades
of crimson just like her dreams,
the world spun as she closed her eyes,
bitter the early frost upon her breath.

It may be the last exhale she ever breathed,
while the color dissipates from her waning cheeks,
only those bone chilling biting winds
are left to touch upon her flesh in subtle mockery.

She died for love on the cus

The Girl Who Fled From BeautyShe watched beauty from afar,
it appeared as something alien to her,
she felt no envy of it,
it was too distant from her,
that it became only an abstract concept.

Moths fluttered in her head
in soft soundless whispers,
she watched the world fade
with a child-like sense of wonder,
she knew not of fear
for it is only a delusion.

Yet she lived in a world of illusion,
she liked to pluck the stars
out of the sky and they became her eyes,
until in time they burned out,
she never understood that she was
supposed to feel pain.

She hid behind glass walls
for others could only see
reflections of what they already believe,

InhumanYour lies are so much more beautiful
than the truths you attempt to tell,
how I dislike the efforts you make
to be noble, it ill suits you
and your goodness holds no interest to me.

Why must we play that game
of pretending to care,
it is the moments of brutality
that spark your eyes which arouse my interest.

I prefer to think of you bloody
not draped in white,
you see with you I don't have to
masquerade as a better person.

There are times, frightening and sublime
when I feel I could throw it all away,
and walk the savage war path
without ever looking back.

But you hesitate and falter,
I do not believe in your guilt,

Define Depression."Define depression for me, will you?"
"Well, not doing anything or having the motivation to, is one."
"And yet..?"
"You're just lazy."

"Okay, what about another one?"
"Staying inside all day and being anti-social?"
"And what did you shout at me for yesterday?"
"That's got nothing to do with it!"

"...Why did you stop me seeing her?"
"Her who?"
"You know who, the shrink."
"...It was making you worse."

"Ah... And how was it making me worse?"
"Well, you were acting... You were arguing."
"Acting human, maybe? Showing my feelings?"
"Shut up and take the dogs out."

"...She suggested medication, you know."
"You'd rattle when you walk if you took all the meds."
"Yes, if I took all the meds the doctors suggest..."
"Glad you're finally seeing sense, son."

Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.

For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.

Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.

For I have listened to past laught

Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.

Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.

Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity

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The Moment I Saw You

by *SilverWynd, Jan 20, 2013, 10:42:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Is it possible
I am destined for the wrong kind of love?
What might await us,
If only you were as willing as I
to possibly lose it all,
I wish blindly to fall into you
I know in truth we may destroy each other beautifully,
but even that would be sweet.

The thought of you is relentless,
is a whisper of love worth the risk
of our death?

Only you can provide the answer,
we may come to damn each other,
but the moment I saw you I knew
I would readily be condemned
if only for a taste of you,
the touch of you.

You have already stole
a part of me away
however unmeaning
and I know you would hate the thought,
count is as another of you sins
but I want you to give in
and let us fall to ruins if we must

The Moment I Saw Youby *SilverWynd

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~Adonael Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Intense and there's a unrelenting tone in the poem generally speaking. Though I'm not too fond of poems that essentially sexualise romance (as my interpretation leads anyway), all the same, it is a very good example of a poem like that.

*SilverWynd Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

But essentially this poem as not in truth about romance, it is about a feeling of physical attraction and the wondering if it would be possible for something more to come from it. At root this is not a love poem, but a poem of conflicted feelings for an individual.

~Adonael Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I can see that now though a physical attraction can sometimes just lead to a sexual encounter. But I do see the amount of scope in this poem and it's nice to see.

~ryka-the-fallen Jan 21, 2013

the last three lines of the first stanza <3

*OldFootnote Jan 21, 2013

I have experienced something like thiis, last month, and it fell apart on the second day of the year. The lingering and residual pain of this is nearly unbearable.

*SilverWynd Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I am quite sorry to hear of your misfortune, that is the danger sometimes.

*OldFootnote Jan 21, 2013

And now I have to get over her . . . one moment at a time . . .

*SilverWynd Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, too many people like to dwell upon the past, or dwell on their own misery. But what is done is done, and life is still out there and it might be painful, but it certainly is survivable, and I believe all things happen for thier reasons, so who knows what is waiting around the next corner.

*OldFootnote Jan 21, 2013

Thanks for the encouragement. I guess it is a matter of perspective. From where I stand, there is little around the corner. Guess I will just have to be surprised.

~ithaswhatitisnt Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful! I think most people can relate, to that moment when you first see someone and you're just consumed by how powerful your feelings for them are. Well done!

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