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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.
I. not a morning person
Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.
Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.
There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.
II. insomnia blues
like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the ove
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.
Love War"war has taken your smile",
oh great and mighty soldier,
i see the bitterness in your heart,
i feel the callouses you accumulate,
across your tear streaked visage,
i see the scars a plenty,
you have fallen,
like many others on this battlefield,
for there is none more dangerous or rewarding,
just another broken heart,
in the endless war of love,
"war has taken your smile"
Sleep DeprivedHere's an update for my dreams of black,
once they were gone,
and now there back.
For days now my sleep has been deprived,
Sometimes more early than i need,
1am, 2am, 3am, 4,
Life is a blur sometimes.
Now at school, sitting in class,
bored but still awake,
'won't last long, will it now? Fear i'll start to snore :3
But what causes such problems of mine?
For that i'm not quite sure.
Guilt, Stress, Blood, or Love?
I guess we'll never know.
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Fallen angelThe fallen angel of war,
with her dress of pure black,
laying now upon the floor,
after the apocalyptic attack
Her skin so pale,
her body crying blood,
taken from her grail,
after the great dark flood
They flocked her
the beasts of death
the sword of the ruler
taking away her last breath
The beasts, unknown
no ounce of remorse
attacking her in a giant cyclone
with all their great force
they ran from the field
but unable to flee
as their fate was now sealed
they were no longer free
The beast of war appeared
the ultimate lord!
with his great shining beard
and his epic sword
He massacred the demons
the sword like fire
Darknessthe darkness is hear
the night so cold
believing no fear
forgetting what's told
I'm walking alone,
roaming that street
sick to the bone
from all that dead meat
I just want freedom,
but no one will help
falling towards boredom
but never a yelp
the sun braking through
but still no hope,
feeling so blue
I really can't cope
I head back home
I'm scared, frightened,
I can see the dome!
my life has brightened
but just remembered,
no one's there
there all dismembered,
they didn't care..
they are coming
the zombies near
I can hear the drumming
I can't handle the fear
running for my life
just running fast,
the bitter stri
shoe poem, converseI love your shoe
I know you do to
It sits there so cute
Much better than your boot
Its such a great red
Like the sheets of my bed
And the laces so colorful
They feel so faithful
They are amazingly clean
Oh and a stripe of green!
Without a scratch it sits
Without dirt, without bits
Where did you buy them from?
I have to buy some!
ALL STAR!! Converse!
They must be your universe
Do you ever wear them?
They shine like a gem!!
You do? SERIOUS
Oh yes, a bit of wear, oblivious
I hope you have a lovely walk
Just don't give them a knock
I really want a pair
But i know it wouldn't be fair
I just want to tell youI want to tell you, I love you
I wouldn't lie, I hope you knew
I wish I just shout it out
You would be flooded with doubt
I wish I could show my love
My feelings, flying high above
I just cant get the words to flow
Promise me you wont go
One day I will be open
Until then I am broken
Is the feeling shard?
Unable to ask, just to scared
I am going to sleep
my emotion held deep
I will always remember
Like the final burning ember
I'm sat hear, Bored
11pm with nothing to do
online, play some horde?
but gears of war's not for you
So I have decided to write a poem
I have no idea what about
my eyes are glowing
but nothings coming out
So I just keep writing
don't know what's next though
I would say its exiting
but I really should go
My pencils getting thin
not much left, almost there
going to be put in the bin
might as well write with air!!
There is so much scribble
too many mistakes
just looks like dribble
nice I see some cakes!!
This is coming to a end
I cant think any more
slowly going round the bend
pencil going to the floor
Going on DA t
candyfloss poemcandyfloss, pure sugar
soft as a lover
and sweet like chocolate
raises the mood like a rocket
as colorful as the rainbow
or as simple as pure snow
no matter what, its enjoyed
even though you can be annoyed
upon the rain falling
the sugar ball starts calling
as it slowing dissolves away
a sudden and sticky decay
but the feel on your tongue
the warm sugar clung
feeling so young and free
i know you agree
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