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Supermassive Black HoleStrings of starless strands
lasso my sanity,
as a Lyzzard's tongue
slays unawares a fly.

Distorted snarls melt
my glaciers in the dead of night;
vibrating in the frequency
of tachycardia.

Falling upwards
in your wells of gravity,
you set my soul alight;
spinning towards the singularity.

A blink before the light,
the brims of Space
of satin waves
smile and unweave a word:
"What?"

StifledWe kissed in the shade of oak trees.
We held hands in the chill of the river.
We ignored the council of wiser men.
And now our love lives like that summer:
It shall ne'er bear heat again.

Untouched BooksDirty 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

Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

HerstoryHer-story

I can't describe to you how much I love her.
I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another.
In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover.
A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother.
I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other
And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover.
Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her.
Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover.
And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer.
I'm j

No Longer Lost!Impossibly lost, where am I?
Panic sets in, tears in eye
Where is this place so full of fear?
Daylight is fading no people here.

Footsteps echo, shadows fall
Alone and lost not brave at all
Trembling limbs suddenly weak
Heart is thudding, rising beat.

What is that sound I think I hear?
Choir is singing somewhere near
Follow sound it will surely guide
To place of safety, no need to hide.

Wooden church appears in dark
Glorious voice sings like lark
Realization I am finally found
Music soothes, then surrounds.

2012 Delice1941

Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.

For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.

Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.

For I have listened to past laught

Deep WatersThis life is not for sale like a thrift store trinket.
It's as valued as a cherished heirloom,
Which knows the wear and tear
Of a lifetime of being handled.

Sometimes the morning feels like
Sandbags on my chest,
And even small steps tread deep waters.
I am acquainted with the pain of breaking bones,
And the ripping of muscles like taffy.
This body shatters again and again
Like a skipping record in an empty room.

When I am on life's edge,
Peering down into that black abyss of indifference,
Sometimes I am asked to sell my pain for numbness.

But I have a spirit with wings,
That cannot be broken.
I have an enduring spirit with eyes f

Fruitful DecayIn a long-forgotten grove

Where the fruits of folly grow free,

Flowing with the juices of lust

And self-indulgent vanity.

The trunks are crimson-stain'd

By bloodshed of wars gone past

That left the kingdoms desolate

At the hands of relentless wrath.

Twisted by ambition and greed

Their arrogant wills bore envy's seed

And when their plots finally flowered

They were consumed in those final hours

And as the nations fell to ruin,

The heavens too began to rot away;

Leaves descend onto the forsaken world,

Trapped in the birthplace of moral decay.

TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by t

Difference Of Opinion.Difference of Opinion.

Just because you did it.
                                       That doesn't mean I have to.

Just because you can do it.
                                       That doesn't give you the right to

Home is where the heart is.Where do I go when
My heart is a blackened hole
A cave in my chest

My Sweet ShadowMy sweet shadow
You're always with me
My sweet darkness
I guess that you care
My sweet emptiness
You're the one I can turn to
My sweet shadow
You will always be there

My sweet dream
You make me sick
My sweet illusion
Lies is what I'm feed
My sweet hope
You build me up
My sweet dream
Still you do it to break me down

My sweet knife
Make me whole
My sweet blade
I want to rape my skin
My sweet dagger
I want to feel alive
My sweet knife
Please make me die

Flawed Salvation

Flawed Salvation

/Liquid fire\
Sorrow melts and reforms
As heat seeps through my skin
/Frozen water\
Reflections of my childhood are torn
As frost settles on me once again
-
Restless echoes ramble on
Retelling me the stories of yesterday
I remember when my courage was withdrawn
"And you left yourself vulnerable to those crimes of hate."

The liquidsparks flicker
And I wince at that one memory
Then my inner voice suddenly stutters
"I don't know h-how you survived such t-treachery."

Snowflakes descend gracefully
As a cold-burning tear rolls down
I will never know real serenity
"Because all I will ever have is my own."
-
/Br

OntarioWhen I draw your portrait
It's different than it is with others -
As I knew it would be.

I don't get that same blushing sense of shame
In the privacy of my own room
When by the third portrait or so
I find I've inadvertently become acquainted with what I now reflexively draw as familiar:
The symmetrical anomalies – one eye slightly higher than the other,
The imperfect details that perfection is comprised of, yet we never consider.

By the second drawing of a subject I begin to realize that the repeating patterns
Were not idiosyncrasies of expression...
Heat rising as I swallow the hard lump in my throat with the question...

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spits black
on a vermillion coloured day,
as a spine of leaves
crumbles under the pressure
of ghostly weight;
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borne by a whirling breath,
brush a lonely thought:
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as a Lyzzard's tongue
slays unawares a fly.

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smile and unweave a word:
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l'impression.)

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My Painting of You

by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und, Aug 18, 2012, 9:03:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

I 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.

My Painting of Youby ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

A day of concetrated creative slumber in amidst child laughter.

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~ChildoftheBeat Nov 8, 2012

You're welcome

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Mood: Love

~ChildoftheBeat Nov 8, 2012

Lyrical, natural, intimate - beautiful

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~Pr0metheusUnb0und Nov 8, 2012

Thank you kindly sir.

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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

"but she gave you back,"

Nice volta, very well done.

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~Pr0metheusUnb0und Oct 21, 2012

Thank you, though I am afraid that winter will overwhelm me... I need to put my thoughts on paper before I feel the cold.

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~Sigma-Echo-Seven Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's alright, we've got time.

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~my-soul-is-mine Sep 22, 2012

Very nice.

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~Pr0metheusUnb0und Sep 22, 2012

Why thank you

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~OP1atedDreems Sep 21, 2012 Student Writer

Simply divine.

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~Pr0metheusUnb0und Sep 21, 2012

Thank you for encouraging me.

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