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A whisper in the dark
It seems knowing
A bright spark in the dark
A savior in the dark
Dim and unappealing
Tall but filled and gleaming
Small sign of hope and meaning
A nightlight in the dark
Pay Your PartThe landlord is coming
We cower in fear
We know that the end
Of our house is so near
She knocks on the door
I hesitantly answer
She says loud and clearly
"I heard you got cancer
You were low on money
From the start
So you are evicted
If you cant pay your part"
Heart of Dreams and Demons...Behold my broken,beating heart....
A hollow empty shell...
It is a dark and dismal place,
Where dreams and demons dwell...
Here lies my stained and shattered heart...
It now belongs to you...
I'm sorry that it's not complete...
Please try to make it new...
This tiny,tattered failing heart,
Is all I have to give...
But I can't help,it's all I have...
The reason I still live...
Thus we came to rebehold the stars
And the other globes of the celestial skies,
Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed-
The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind.
Or maybe not quite, so the Heavens do taunt-
While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry;
And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise,
They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise
But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see?
Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes?
Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate?
The river as my arms that you refused to take?
My faithless lover, to the world a queen
A queen that it lost, like the others it had seen-
And your lips (now cold), how many lies did they speak?
Your hands (now damp), how many others did they seek?
None, and that's why you're a treacherous fool:
You denied yourself yours and now you're so cold
And dead, my Persephone, forever running away-
Like all women, our world's primary cause of pain;
death smilesDeath rides beside us
Like an uninvited guest
We ignore his presence
As we joke among ourselves,
Pretending he's not there
But knowing he always is
Death sits in silence, waiting
Cloaked in his shroud of grey
The cowl pulled forward
To obscure his aged but familiar face
He waits with his forever smile
Knowing that the reception is
By invitation only
And he is the doorman
Death stirs as the rumble of
Reminiscent of building belch
As one gorges quickly at the
Cornucopia of available life,
Vibrates the metal slats beneath
Death smiles within the glow of a
As his face transcends uncertainty,
And reveals the chaste expression
Of a newborn child
Only the living have a perception of death as old
She was namelessHe was the light to my darkness
The smile to my frown
The world was shed of its greyness
Every day that he was around
She was different in their eyes
But that was okay with me
She need not any disguise
I am not like them you see
His curves did not matter
Did not change my point of view
We shared each other's laugher
My love only grew
Though we went our separate ways
I cannot forget
Better I was in those days
I will never hold any regret
Though he does not know this now
There is a special place with me
I made within me a solemn vow
And I hope he may one day see
Doubtful thoughts I swept away
And gave him hope for a better outcome
I wonder though if some day
I can tell him he was the only one
She was my friend for a time
A confidant in the shadows
We heard the soft bells chime
As long as the wind flows
She was the one for me
He held my heart its true
My memories are filled with glee
Many sorrows became few
HallowThere's a well in the middle of a hallow,
and many a man did it ever swallow.
At the bottom, many are rotting,
but the well just keeps on plotting.
None would come close
for fear of heavy dose
of the terribly putrid smell
at the bottom of the old hollow well.
Simply put, it's a pool of hate;
one you cannot satiate.
Quite a story it has to say,
but it hasn't always been this way.
There once was a girl who came along,
only idly singing a happy song.
This poor girl tripped and fell
to the bottom of a wishing well.
Never before had someone fallen,
so no one was there to hear her calling.
Now you know where the stench came from,
and exactly what the well has become.
No man since has lived with a tale to tell
of returning from the old hollow well.
DeceptionColors on the canvas,
Deception it casts.
And emotions that provoke the truth I keep.
the artistIf I were a painter id paint despair
My colours would be gray
Black and white would be my heart
For I know no other way
Id paint a heartache wounded and red
Oozing from black and white
People would come from miles around
Just to witness this sight
Id paint your lies as blue as the sea
With its waves crashing the shore
The blue would stretch to the ends of the
And then just a little bit more
Id paint my trust with invisible paint
Like all the promises you made
Id paint them all as fast as I could
And then I'd watch them fade
If I were an artist I would paint goodbye
To all the things that remain
But I'm just a poet without a brush
So I'll write away my pain
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