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Lady WarCold, unassuming, is she who rules the world
While blood, violence, all around her swirl'd
Lady War, Lady of Slaughter, Lady of Mortality
How puny, how insignificant to you are we!
Your turn us into beasts, to kill or be killed
While you weave the loom of death to be tilled
Spare us your sorrow, give us your glory
So that we may know the word 'mercy'
We fight for you, breathe and die for you
Therefore, we implore, as peace says 'adieu',
Grant us your favor, our dear Lady War,
That we may defeat our enemies by the score-
Nay! Not the score, but by the hundreds-
Until the Earth is tainted by reds

Oh! Lady War, how you pain all of

ScarsThe mind forgets
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Flowing pain
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
Never heard
The wishes that chance
Never granted
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember

King ArthurHark! Behold, the King is coming home!
King Arthur is coming home!
Watch as he returns, a hero until the end,
For us, he shall fight and defend!
Crowds a-flocking, pointing and gasping,
His carriage coming through, wheels a-rasping!
Oh! What greater emotion is there than this?
Watching the King, his face filled with bliss?
But there is no bliss among the faces of the crowd,
For the Great King is covered in a shroud,
And the blood stains the clear sky,
Mourning for a life gone awry

The Human StarThe star fell from the sky
Into my very arms;
"Away with you," said I,
"Return to your siblings above."
I threw him up high,
With all of my might
But he came back down
"No," cried he,
"I want to be human!"
I scoffed and scolded,
"You're perfectly absurd!
You drift peacefully above,
happy as a clam;
Do you not know
Of the pain humans feel?
Who would want to be human?"
Like a child, he huffed and replied,
"I want more than to drift!
Do you not know?
The pain of humans,
their sorrow, disappointment-
Is part of their sweet triumph?
Need I any more reason,
Other than just to be human?"
Hereafter he left,
And I wondered if

DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky

By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule

Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth

The FallingThe Falling

Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow

Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul

Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra

White RoseI'm searching for a white rose
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead

I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns

I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead

I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea

And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping f

Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wings
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Thinking ironically,
Is this just love at its best?

She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Enticing them
Like the sweetest tart.
While clut

The World of My DreamsOut of the grass sprang gentle hands
that carried me over a field of clovers
And I drifted beneath the clouds,
gazing in the idle wonder
that creeps upon men like curling ivy

There was no bluer sky than that day,
and the trees-
there have never been more hearty trees
than the giant oaks towering above me
as the hands carried me further-

And when I awoke in this mysterious land,
I breathed in the scent of moist grass,
relieved to find that it was not just a dream,
and that the world in which I lived
was as beautiful as the world of my dreams

Red or AmethystCome to me in the dawn of the month,
When the moon is at the peak of ascent
I will present you with flowers so fine-
Two roses- one red, one amethyst,
But be wary of which one you choose,
For each is beauteous and terrible in power
The red rose brings back your lost love,
While the other bestows a healed heart
So now I shall ask for your choice:
Would you prefer red, or amethyst?

Dear Whole WorldDear whole world,
I must confess
That I cannot stand
Watching you spiral
Into your demise
You poison yourself
You kill yourself
And you care not
'bout love nor smarts
But only you
Your looks
And possessions

SliverThey say that if you stand in front of a wall of glass at exactly four minutes past midnight and tap your fingers on it three times, you can open a door to the void beyond this world. It has to be somewhere you can see your reflection, and see through it, hovering like a ghost over the darkness beyond, somewhere dim enough that you can't quite tell the difference between light and shade. And unless you hit the glass where you touched it, shatter the half-formed image before the fifth minute strikes, that door will never close.

Celia Gray has never been one for urban legends. So much so, that she would never turn down a chance to prove one wr

Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.

Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.

Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.

A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.

I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.

My Painting of YouI painted you today.
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.

Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
like yours.

Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.

I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.

Turn On The Dark

When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side

I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.

Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vane
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.

Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.

The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover

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From sunny skies
He sings of pain
And the rain
His voice speaks
Of mountain peaks
And purple flowers
With healing powers
I cry in reply
To the sky
Where the seagull cries
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Tree BranchesThey fan out, reaching for the open sky,
A distant dream they will never reach
Rooted to the Earth, they stretch out,
But as they do, the trunk holds them back
And chilly winds ruffle their leaves
Soon white snow falls from the stars,
And they are forced to take a rest
Then, green sprouts, and up they go,
Higher, higher, just a little bit more-
Forever reaching for the eternal stars

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I must confess
That I cannot stand
Watching you spiral
Into your demise
You poison yourself
You kill yourself
And you care not
'bout love nor smarts
But only you
Your looks
And possessions

My WillShould I die right here and now,
I'd like to be buried in a casket
With all the books upon my shelf
And a pen (black) and pencil.
An eraser too, please, would do,
Along with a notebook (college-ruled)
$100 would go to Church,
And another hundred to charities
And all the rest to my dear sister,
In hopes that she'll be less crabby

ScarsThe mind forgets
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Flowing pain
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
Never heard
The wishes that chance
Never granted
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember

If I FallIf I fall…
I will stand

If I hurt…
I will heal

If I cry…
I will laugh

If I die...
I will live

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Untouched Books

by ~Maximilian101, Sep 9, 2012, 10:05:44 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

Dirty fingerprints crust the pages
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-

Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints

But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last

Untouched Booksby ~Maximilian101

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Concrete Poetry

For the #Live-Love-Write writing prompt. XD

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~JOKER2448 Dec 30, 2012

Good i like it it is a little vage but good

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~Maximilian101 Dec 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

XD Thanks! I know it's vague, but a lot of my stuff is.

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~JOKER2448 Dec 30, 2012

Dont get me wrong i liked it i was just saying depth might help

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~Maximilian101 Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

hm...you have a point there.

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~JOKER2448 Dec 31, 2012

Thnx

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~Star-chaser97 Sep 19, 2012 Student Writer

Books are amazing

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~Maximilian101 Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

XD yes, they are.

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*NoodlesAddict Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It might sound weird but I do believe that books really wait for someone to read them. It's like they have emotions.

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~Maximilian101 Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Books do contain emotions. They're an extension of they're owner's.

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~cskadoz Sep 16, 2012 General Artist

i must read these books!

this rocks!

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