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First I sang to the sunFirst I sang to the sun,
Silent symphonies of sweet summer love
but the sun shone on,
and nothing happened.

Then I sang to the tree,
Touching tunes of tragic love
But the tree stood still
and nothing happened.

Then I sang to the world,
Mysteries of music, a magical love
But the world moved on
and nothing happened.

Then I sang to you,
Myriads of melodies, one true love.
You gave me a smile,
and the world fell into place.

No One AroundThe curtain fell months ago
The stage is empty
The band’s gone home
The audience cheers long silent now
The vacant seats, silence abound
No one’s around, no one’s around

The bed is cold
The sheets are made
The door is locked
The blinds are drawn
Dust and webs fill this room now
No one’s around, no one’s around

The blood still flows
Synapses flash
The heart beats on
Impulses clash
And though the body is safe and sound
No one’s around, no one’s around

A desolate desert
A mountain of dirt
A scorched meadow
Abandoned field
Cheerful chatter silence fills now
No one’s around, no one

60- Rejection

60 – Rejection
27-10-07

She’s not a gullible sheep,
Having the wool pulled over her eyes
As you con her into doing something she shouldn’t.
She is merely your personal carpet,
Soft and fluffy so as to not hurt your feet,
For you to walk over as and when you please.

Coffee or tea? Time she can’t afford to waste?
Money she doesn’t have to loan?
She would give it all, and more.
Do anything and everything you asked,
Wished, thought, anticipated or dreamed.

She is a squashy carpet for your bidding,
Because she fears, above all, your rejection.

-92- All That I Have

All That I Have
24-08-07

When the lies are removed,
And my mind stands bereft.
The truth comes out slowly,
It’s all I have left.

When what I believed,
Is removed from my eyes,
And the truth shows my mind,
What it believed was all lies.

Then all that I have,
Is all I couldn’t see.
And all I must believe,
Is who I can be.

Epic BattleEpic Battle
15-08-07

The time had come, the brave knight knew,
To go forth to the battle ahead.
So he prepared himself mentally, for the upcoming fight,
Then tiredly got out of bed.

He readied his weapons, making sure each was sharp,
For this was truely a very fierce foe.
Then, dressed in his armour, he declared himself ready,
And marched forth, stealthy and slow.

The enemy; ready, sneaky and strong,
Was sitting there, unsuspecting.
So the brave knight went forth, with a swish and a sniff,
And successfully slayed...the onion.

7. HeavenYour red with my blue
Made a way in the sky.
A little of your passion
Bonded with my coldness.
We were so different
Everyone was against us being together.
But you took my hand
And with you touch
You made a carriage for us.
Without any care to the world
I went with you.
You showed me stars
Shining so brightly.
You showed me another world
Where our souls became one.
In your arms I cried
After things I have left.
In your arms I smiled
Through my tears
Because I have found my heaven
In you...

-14- Smile

Smile
3-08-07

Smile so the world can see
The heart you have inside,
Smile; let your heart flow free
And burst forth from your eyes.

Smile; gently show your love
For the world and others’ souls,
Smile; giving hope to those
Whose faded hope’s died old.

Smile and the world around
Can see you really care,
Smile and the saddest day
Is better ‘cos you’re there.

Smile so the world can know
That you care how others are,
Smile and you warm the heart
Of friends both near and far.

-62- Magic

Magic
4-08-07

A handsome boy,
Some might say man,
With sparkling grass-green eyes,
Meets a girl
The world deems fat,
But sees through that disguise.

This handsome male
Falls in love,
With her loyalty, wit and charm.
He sees her honesty
And loves her, despite
The scars upon her arm.

They talk about important things,
Trusting each other’s souls.
And as the magic surrounds them,
Love comes and makes them whole.

-81- Pen and Paper

Pen and Paper
20-07-07

Her twitching hand uncaps her fountain pen.
She slowly picks up her clipboard,
Its cargo of paper is what she seeks.
Her pen glitters,
Its silver nib mirroring the look in her eyes,
As it flashes across the page:
Shiny black ink lines transform into words,
As her heart speaks through her fingers.

This is her escape from the world:
Her heart exposed via pen and paper.

You Don't Know...

You Don’t Know What It’s Like…
28-02-06

You don’t know what it’s like,
To be filled with a hatred so deep – so dark,
So pure in it’s evil intensity – that
Every part of you is despised…by you!
You don’t know what it’s like,
To hate yourself so much, that
You wish you were anybody else – anybody
But who you are,
Anybody but what you look like – that
You wish you were dead,
Because you think you’d be better off that way.
You don’t know what it’s like,
To hate your body so entirely, that
You despise looking in a mirror – that
You cry every time y

76. Broken PiecesEverytime we meet
You say
That I'm the happiest person
You have ever known...

You can't see
What is happening to me
You only see my smiling face...

But do you know
That when I am smiling
Inside I am slowly breaking apart?

For so long
I've been trying
To make everything okay
To mend all pieces together again...

But it's so hard
When you see
You are the only one
Who is trying to save everything...

In my heart my life is breaking
While my lips are still smiling...

When I lie bleedingWhen I lie bleeding on the floor
You ask me if something’s wrong.
A stupid question,
bluntly answered
by a small twitch of my brow.

You shrug and walk away,
Like I knew you would.
You are so predictable
Blinded with blood,
Sightless in some distant sadness.
And you know there can be no escape

Facial muscular control,
A fitter, happier man
In a world designed for joy.
Ignoring all the rest.

MuseSuddenly my muse is faceless
Words make up the basic shape -
Kind, lonely, gentle, sweet, reaching-out
Suggest the roundness of your cheeks and chin.

Ignored, shy, fragile heart, waiting to bloom,
Are wisps of your hair, curling at the end.
"Soul Window" replaces your eyes -
Friend and laughter, cromprised your lips.

And from those lips flows a stream
Of heartbreakingly beautiful poetry,
Whose sole purpose seemed to be,
The soothing of my painful memories.

From you, my faceless muse, now comes
A feeling of gentle comradeship
And I know your lips lie not,
When they turn to me and say, "Friend"

-18- Rainbow

Rainbow
6-08-07

Shining arcs of light that bends,
Showing that soon the rain will end.

If you travel far, then you will find,
The pot of gold beneath coloured skies.

Yet searching on you’ll surly see,
That the treasure’s hidden in you and me.

Shining rainbow, lighted arcs,
Promises of hope when skies are dark.

Three A.M.It’s almost three a.m.
We’ve just hung up
Our phones.

And all I can
Think about now
Is when I’m going
To see your face
Or hear your
Voice again.

I’ll never be able
To get to sleep
Again now…
You’ve woken more
Than my mind.

My body is alive
Tingling with desire
For your touch.

Your voice stirred
Something within
Like an almost
Physical whisper
Of skin on skin –
Your voice has
Touched me…

It’s three a.m.
I should be
Long asleep,
But you’re all
That I can think of.

It’s three a.m…

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Memento morituri

by ~Tar1988, Oct 10, 2007, 12:36:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The passion that once filled my heart and veins,
That once fueled all my love and pain,
Now flows away, a pale picture of the past.
Memento Morituri, and in the depths I’m cast.

A pale passion, a picture of my blood,
A sickening shade of red, fading like it should.
A river of my blood, released from body’s chain,
Leaving little but my memory of pain.

The pain is sweeter than the pleasure,
Because I know the pain is real.
This life I can no longer treasure,
There is nothing left for me to feel.

Knocks on the door, shrill shouts of fear,
I do not care, my place is here.
And in my life path’s final bend,
I was glad to see the end.

Memento morituriby ~Tar1988

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

memento mori= remember the dead.
memento morituri= remember those about to die. Remember is not a perfect translation here. memento means literally 'to keep in the mind for a short period'

~Pyrox666xPheebs Nov 12, 2007

This is truly breath taking

~Tar1988 Nov 12, 2007

glad you like it

~Taliionis Oct 20, 2007

Excellent rhyme and rhythm.
You seem to be an excellent poet.
Great writing.

Faved.

~Tar1988 Oct 21, 2007

~thoraxtheimpalor Oct 16, 2007

i love the poem...but i have to say that this line "I do not care, my place is here." just jumped at me and started to yell profanities in my face..... for some reason i think it needs something... but then again i am not the best at poetry so i could be very wrong.... so don't worry bout me.

~Tar1988 Oct 17, 2007

I know it needs something, but after a fierce battle that lasted at least a few seconcs, I accepted the fact that i couldn't come up with anything better.

~thoraxtheimpalor Oct 18, 2007

happens to us all......

~canticum Oct 14, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Third stanza

nice job
whole thing has a good rhythem

!pigeonpyro Oct 11, 2007 Photographer

Oh wow, that was dark and terrible, yet amazing and beautiful. As always the flow and rhythm were excellent, but this time your descriptions were gruesome and vivid, a clear picture as create din the readers mind and the poem was easy to follow and understand what was going on, so really great job!

~Tar1988 Oct 11, 2007

thanks

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