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Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
At stubbornly clings to life

The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.

It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.

It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.

Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born  again, anew and free.
All I Will Ever BeThe fear that I let hold me back
Buried me in my shame
Desperately I waited for a second chance
But that chance never came

Small and helpless I glare at fear
As he stands looking down at me
If I let him continue to lead my life
This is all I will ever be
The Devil's WayMake a bargain, sell your soul.
Condemn it to the deepest hole
That ever came of fact or thought.
For such a price ought can be bought.
Just sign right here. This dotted line.
Cut the last ethereal twine
That ties your body and your mind.
Don't you wonder what you'll find?
Be free of all your earthly toil
And later you will surely boil
In tar as deep and thick as night
From which escapes no saving light.
So what's your choice? It's time to choose.
What will you gain? What will you lose?
Sign right here and you can say
"I lived my life the Devil's way".
Nice To Believe It CountsWith his run down eyes he looked at me
And asked with a yawn,
“What does one lifetime mean anyway
When we’re so quickly gone?”

“What is a single person?
In all those across the years
And what does one moment matter?
What’s one smile or one tear?”

“The world keeps spinning around
And nothing we do will make it stop
So why do we put so much importance
On the seconds on our clock”

“Time keeps ticking, without an end
Nothing we do will make it stall
So what’s the big deal about moments anyway?
Why should we care at all?”

I looked at the man, so much older than me
and said, with
Ocean's CallRays of the morning Sun tear the veil of mist
Ships slumber by the shores, waiting to be awoken
Ocean whispers while they slumber of her beauty unspoken
The wooden bodies by her waves are longfully kissed
The beacon closed her fiery eye, the Sun laid her to sleep
But the slumber of the ships will soon and slowly break
When the ships have spread their sails, then they'll be awake 
Not because of the chiming bells, but by the Ocean's weep
And the arms of safe lands will not embrace them anymore
When they hearken Ocean's calls and her secrets hidden
One by one, they will leave their safest home - the shore
But perils lurk in dulcet calls of the Ocean so enchanting
Nevertheless, the ships will leave, for freedom is not forbidden
They shall sail forevermore, mesmerized by the eternal chanting
My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,
My palette dries in her wake,
Devoid of livelihood for now,
With dull words to fill my tray,
For now I paint a portrait,
With gray,

With no wings of my own,
I am yet to be grown,
For she alone floats me high,
She alone carries the brush;
Strokes colours unto the night,
Filling the empty artist with,
Her sweet kiss of silvery light.

So I lay now in wait,
Under rainbows left gray,
To taste the honey of her life,
Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,
Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,
Breathing into me a laced love letter,
Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.
Can't believe I couldI can't believe I could fall for you,
but I can't get rid of an impression,
you would understand meanders of my soul,
and take me safely home.

I can't believe I could think of you,
and I can't accept I could like your view,
but when it comes to the truth - I do,
and this complication is incredibly new.

A breakthrough giving rise to an new age,
before I fall offstage.
Drifting among the Spheres...Descending the stairs to the top of the tower,
I stumbled and sank in the sky;
From Venus to Yuggoth I rose like a cork,
Through the æther of Space I now fly...

From the light of Andromeda, crystalline-bright
To the uttermost distant of stars,
I must drift evermore on this eternal flight;
Farewell to Jupiter and Mars!

The Big Bang was merely one drop in the pail
Of Cosmoses unnumbered and vast...
As Infinity drowns in Eternity's depths,
So long will my great journey last.
Hadal OblivionFrom vastest depths of the forgetfulness,
The wail of the banished memories
Resounds, bouncing off invisible walls of nothingness,
And their painful intensity – sonance, greatly varies.
Oh, millions of darkest memories cast out
To oblivion, gently caressing them and yet...
They are starving; on the edge of life; bleeding out.
Although kept alive in emanation of agony, grief and hate.

Many want to banish those shards
of their lives. In the end - banishing themselves.

Stripped of those shards of glass, containing memories,
We are nothing – especially not humans. Without identity,
We may find ourselves lost in the overwhelming wor
HeartHello, you’re new, shall I show you around?
You will feel at home here, I assure you,
You know this place, it is a sacred ground,
It may look cluttered but there’s room for two.

You will notice that there are just four rooms,
It seems ‘small’, but I choose to use ‘cosy’,
Left is cold, right is warm, by both life blooms,
Your bed is central, should you feel dozy.

You could stay forever, if it’s your will,
And I would like you to stay with me, please?
For now you are here to leave is to kill,
Keep my beating and fleeting heart at ease.
Just scaredYour words were scaring me,
What can i say?
Whatever it is, is nothing to stay,
Let me walk for that i shall,
I wont ever even be found.
ArtistWhat skill with your hand you do lightly draw,
connecting lines to form dazzling dreams,
without being able to make a flaw.

Sparks fly in your magic, persistant eyes,
creating a new world in your image,
with confidence that reaches new highs.

Your efforts always seem unrewarded,
the public turning a cold, blind eye,
with nothing to keep your ego fed.

But what dif'rent message is seen in scribes?
Nothing but a meaningless textbook here.
A school's reading has no creative vibes.

A generation that does not read out,
only wants to see words in the pictures,
though there are those who read Poe's works about.

Though literature can on
The Imperfect LineWritten by Josiah Shockency (JCS)

Life is an imperfect line,
We all have ups and downs,
Positives and negatives,
And even smiles and frowns…

It’s a pleasure to be born,
And your life’s a treasure,
But there are stains that won’t budge,
While having all pleasure…

ANGER! DEPRESSION! SADNESS!

Life, what is life anyway?
With all this love and hate,
Mixed together into one,
A huge stain on your plate…

JEALOUSY! STRESS FROM MADNESS!

With bullies in life of school,
Mugs and thugs in cold streets,
With enemies that lurk on,
Seeking for one’s defeats,

FEELING IGNORED! LOSING HOPE!

Bills to pay, mone
Sexual AwakeningMy heart kept pumping
But it drowned in its blood
Waiting for someone
To save it from its flood

Yeah, I did that once
Now my patience is dead
I waited and waited
As my heart just bled

Now my patience is dead!

Now I paint the town red
With that sexy new paintbrush
I just met instead
To rephrase what I said
I paint it in my head
When I picture the masterpiece
We can create in my bed

I’m awaken by perfect chaos
Of tranquil vividness
I believe that this is the outcome
Of my restlessness
In silent chaos I’ll hunt down
The prey of exquisiteness

I’ll lure them in
As I prepare to entrap
Then go for the kill
And begin
A Pretty Little Box For YouI ~hehe~ have a little box
I think it's about the right height
To fit little you inside
And shut you in there tight
So when you feel you're ready
I'll be waiting ~hehe~ in my place
To make you a box so pretty
I'll make it frame your little face
It would be so fun to measure you
But little one do not fear ~hehe~
What a sad thing it would be
Should laughter disappear
~Hehe~ I will tell you anything
There's many things that I know
All I ask in return ~hehehehe~
Is to make me laugh, you know
It's the greatest gift, it is
In the whole entire world
Laughter's the best medicine
I am ~hehe~ sure you've heard
But when your laughter decides to cease
I have this box for you
And ~hehe~ If you really want
I'll ~hehehehe~ make you two
i can't imagine this world
Without smiles, laughter, cheer
What a sad thing it would be ~hehe~
Should laughter disappear....
~Hehehehehehehe~
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I can't danceThe beats of the song you gave me
pulse through my head,
no idea why they remind me of you,
you sent me this, unknowing I'd like it.

It reminds me of you,
I can see your lithe body
contorting with the music,
the moves they call dance.

I can't but watch you dance,
even through my minds eye
you're enticing me,
again.

Dance for me,
swing your hips
and stare into my eyes,
dance closer to me
glide across the dancefloor
toward me as I shake my head

"No, love, you know I can't,
don't make me-
stop, you're making me blush,
stop it,
stop it!

Oh please, gods this is so embarrassing..."

I can't dance,
I try for you though.
I
Doomsday sun
Burning doomsday.
the sun veils all and nothing,
blinded stumble onward,
nothing seems brighter,
doomsday.

End of you, I,
doomsday sun burning, blackened.

See how we make amends,
amends for the end,
as we fear judgement.

What have you done you must cry for?
What have you done you must regret?
What have you done you must repay?

Think of your sins and repent, remember, repent.

Make amends for your end is soon.

Burning bright doomsday sun
sheds light on all you do.
Leaves nothing covered,
weight of their deeds
cripples those who're wrong.
Scars shine in the sunbeams
as nothing is left unseen.

Doomsday sunflares and judgem
Dark, park -the beginning-
Twas one of those nights you know,
the kind that never end
I say night,
of course, I mean evening.
Night is seldom coming these days.
It is always evening.
So, this eve' I went for a stroll
down to the park,
dark, park as it was evening.
Not the night, that seldom comes.

A raven flew, over dark, park, my head.
Quoth the raven, nothing at all.
Nothing but an old cliche I'd heard before.

I sang as I walked, sang to the dark, park & nothing at all.
I wasn't singing tunefully at all,
just dark, park and nothing at all.

I strode through the dew drop grass,
evening, not night.
My footprints left nothing at all
not a goodbye.

I
Just not me, is it.I see you stood there
when it all comes crashing down
on your green eyes, your red hair
and your long lost heart.

Maybe I should feel bad for you
or for what I did,
but it's just that I don't.

I hear you now and that age old line;
"I'm an actress, a writer and a singer on the side."
You're up and down and everywhere in between.

Has dawn finally broken for you?
Or have you just broken again?

Twice strained chai stains teeth once white,
dreaming of my cigarette smoke.

And here I sit,
I suppose I should say sorry
But I see again
that it's just not me, is it.

I suppose you know your future,
but hey, you don't want to know.

Yo
Goodbye...You'd gone for so long,
I found a picture I did for you
It suddenly hit me,
where are you?
I wondered.

So I sought you out
Took one look at where you should be
and you're not there.

You're not anywhere anymore.

You'd died and no one told me
The pain, he said, was enough to send you across.

I hope you went in peace, at least.

I hadn't seen you for so long,
I expected some happy smiling words
meeting of a long lost friend.

We'd talk about where we'd gone,
what we'd done and catch up again,
laugh about old times gone.
Now it's you that's gone.
I'll miss the smile,
the laughter I brought you.

At least I know you were happy.
And everything turned to stone
I've felt this atropine feeling for a long time now
everything is slowing down, becoming heavier
just want to stop.

Stop what I'm doing, stop everything.

As my world turns to stone.

I'll become another druid stone,
a long lost sun-caught troll,
one part of a ruined holy temple,
or another rock tossed into the ocean.

May be carelessly stood out too long,
sun ray touch solidify.

May be worshipped and tall,
bow to my apparent power.

May be a memory of purity,
lost to an angry unbeleiver.

May ripple along the sea-bed,
aimless and free, rolled by the waves.

Anything, atropine.

And everything turned to stone
and everything ceases

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81 Tennos

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Shall I compare thee to high winters night?
Thou art more icy and grey.
Colder is thine heart, than winters chilled height.

In winter, light doth die away.
In winter forever, under a lunar gaze,
Nimbo Stratus doth hide her shame.

The earth doth shimmer under an icy glaze,
And all life begins to wain.

Thy infernal winter doth not dwindle,
Even in summer doth reveal its face.

If thou was eternal, life woulds't not kindle.
From autumn to spring thy rules't this place.

Life doth wither before thine eyes,
Never revealing thine wicked disguise.
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A little bit of an experiment... a prize for the first person to figure out the poem

apart from the fact that its a sonnet (and my first sonnet at that!)
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~sorcerersapprentice Jul 4, 2007
Holy shit!
This is good Ozz!!
Can I try and put it to music sometime?
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~CaptainOzz Jul 4, 2007
For sure, catch me on MSN sometime, we'll discuss it.
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~Admytica Jun 14, 2006
sonnetwise, there is a lot to disagree with here. the fact that many of your lines has less than the set number of syllables, and the fact that your iambic pentameter is all over the place, for instance.

I like your use of middle/archaic english, but it's not perfect. if you plan to use it more, this link [link] would probably help you out.

else, it's not bad at all :9 best of luck in the contest!
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~CaptainOzz Jun 14, 2006
Unfortunately I know that the iambics ect are totally off, but I juts couldn't get it to say what I wanted by sticking to the rules.
What did I miss with the language?
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~Admytica Jun 14, 2006
not much, really :) it should have been 'thou wast' in the fifth stanza, but that was mainly it I think.
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~CaptainOzz Jun 14, 2006
Ahh, thanks.
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~Admytica Jun 14, 2006
you're welcome :)
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~Enigma26 Jun 7, 2006
The words here are very powerful, and you successfully convey a lot of negative emotion here. And clever use of our dear friend Bill S., I'm sure he'd be proud.

That said, less than half of it is in iambic pentameter. To be a real sonnet, it would all need to be. You might wanna work on that.
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~CaptainOzz Jun 7, 2006
Thank you very much, though being a freeverse writer I found it hard to stick to all the rules of a sonnet, and this being my first, I reckoned I did well, if bending the rules just a little.
I did try to stick to iambic but I couldn't quite get it to read right.
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~Pyroclasticataclysm Jun 5, 2006
It's a nice and devastating poem...
It's like an intellectual "The Day Before Tomorrow..."... or after... I don't know, I never saw it really, but it's about global warming. That's my guess.
Even if I'm wrong, I like it. I like it less, but I still like it. Nevermind that, for me to like it, if I'm wrong, I'll have to know what it's really about to determine whether or not I still like it. Well, that's rude and untrue.
I Do like it and even if I'm wrong I'll STILL like it.
But it'll be devastating.
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