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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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To: My Best FriendIm not sure who you are anymore
I know she's hidden pretty deep
That girl i call my best friend
Keeps drifting out to sea
I know you are still on the outside
But inside is what I fear
It just keeps filling up with sadness
Hurt, Anger and Tears
Im not going to leave you
I know that's a thought you hate
But please just dont give up
Im doing everything I can
I say Im here
But you seem to wish for Love
I obviously can't fill that void...
But honestly, look to God above
Boys will break your heart
And play silly love games
Girls will beat you down
And make you feel ashamed
"No one cares!"
You lie to yourself each day
A Gift For YouIm giving this to you
After all that I've been through
I know its ripped and its got scars
But you make it shine like stars
So take my heart
and take my hand
Im sure this is the start
Of something so grand
And even though the distance is great
You could be farther...
So i dont mind the wait :)
I WishI wish upon a star so bright that you can really see
I wish so hard through the night that you are in my dreams
I wish you would let it go and fall in love with me
I wish oh i wish for you and me
I know your probably thinkin that i am so crazy
I know your probably sayin im the bigger fish in your sea
But my heart has been shattered and so magically
You put it back together without lovin me
I wish this girls fantasy could be a reality
I wish i could hold you in my arms
I wish i could dance in the rain
and not be ashamed of whos really shining through when i kiss you
I wish i wish i could see you
I wish when those dreary nights
A Stolen HeartYou are a thief
I'll try to make this brief
My heart was stolen
and never given back
How am i supposed to find my love
If you still have my heart?
How am i supposed to move on
If im still so stuck?
I wish this never happened
I wish to take back that dreadful kiss
Give me my heart back
'Tis my only wish...
You say you are sorry
But i can see it in your eyes
You dont really mean it
You are a boy made of lies
There is nothing truly beating
It is echoes of the past
These echoes keep on rolling
How long will they last?
My heart was brutally stolen
And never given back
Now im paying the price...
Bad DreamWhy must i be the one?
The target for all of her anger
I'm tired of this
I'm always stuck in the middle
With wrath on either side of me
Like a wrath sandwich with innocence sprinkled on top
I can not run away
She will find me
I'm terrified to sleep
For fear that she will kill me
Everyone always asks me why i look the way i do
I have to lie!!
In her world
Everything is an accident
I want love
I crave love
I wish this was just a bad dream
When i awake it would fade
She tells me to toughen up
But it hurts so bad...
I feel like a hamster running on a wheel
The same thing over and over
I am going nowhere...
Little ChildLittle child all alone
Busy as a bee
Working like a drone
Mother is screaming
Father is leaving
Hope that once was beaming
Now glows dim as an ember
This will be a hard September.
Little child being beat,
Dawn to dusk with nothing to eat
Hanging on tight
But losing the light.
Little child this is know
Jesus loves you so
Wrapped in his arms he wont let you go
For the Bible tells you so.
Little Child just hang on
Into the light you will be drawn
You will survive
Forever be alive
Little child for this you strive.
New ArtIf I could capture the rage I feel
Forests would burn to the ground.
If I could capture the pain I feel
Birds would make no sound.
If I could harness rejection I feel
Flowers would wither and die.
If I could harness the cold I feel
There would be black and empty sky.
I start at my wrist where blood had been drawn
Pale and vulnerable, begging "Hold On!"
and I contemplate
And it's so wrong
I deserve this
I deserve this
Repeat and draw a line
New art forming
new blood flowing
Pain is going
Exhale, just let it flow
I am done, I am done
Leave me be
suffering in my own self pity.
At least here,
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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