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the genesis burdenthere is a thunderstorm in my bones
it rattles up my spine
makes a chaotic resonance
in the cavity of my ribs

my body is a heartache
for you, the unnamed

there is a mudslide in my veins
sweeping through my vision
tumbling through my arms
building up in my legs

my body is unmoved
by you, the unknown

there is a flood in my brain
it drowns out thoughts
spills from the corners
of my cracked lips

my body is a natural disaster
to you, the unintentional

there is a drought in my heart
withering desires
scalding hopes once planted
in neat little rows of self-consciousness

my body is an amalgamation
and you, the mercurial

Dream Like Kings"Dream Like Kings"

When we dream we dream like kings

Kings with gold and diamond rings

Rings that shine from eye to eye

Eyes divine like massive shrines

In this land composed of sand

Sand as smooth as silky hands

Hands design these crafty plans

Plans that have such odd demands

They call for walls made of ore

Ore taken from the core

The core of which can not be seen

Seen by those who can not dream

They call for halls made of glass

Glass cut as sharp as grass

Grass as green as those jade rings

Found on hands of kings who dream

For war to cease and peace increased

Peace leased away to nations obese

In weapons, bombs, and viole

I will enchain in a cageI'll shut myself up in a cage
to stop killings
to that the calm
replaces the blood in the forest

I'll shut myself up in a cage
for that my pain and my anger
does not turn into a bloodbath

I'll shut myself up in a cage
because I love you
I do not want to lose you
once more

I'll shut myself up in a cage
to give me time
to find a mantra
to become a human

and loved,as in the past
before that this spell
transforms me into a wolf
at each full moon

I Won't Let You Fall ApartHey, do hear me?
Take my hand.
Hurry!
Before they see!

No, I won't let go.
I won't let you fall
apart.
I can't watch you slip
away.

Yes, it's worth saving!
Hurry!
I'll hide you away from them!
Please, hurry!

Shine, darling.
See your beauty.
Don't run away.
Take my hand.

Because this is something I have to do.
I'll build the wall
I'll keep them on the other side.

I won't let you fall apart.

Into the dark no moreNo more dives into the deep
Let me stay in the shallow
I'll dive into the deep again
But not now, not today

I'll stay away from the dark
and the dangers down there
Let me stay inside the light
Where I can restore again

Let the light touch me
The dark won't get me
I've seen enough of it
turned my back at it

The sun can warm me up
To the inside of my heart
No more darkness inside
what I call my mind

Maybe a spark left behind
To remember how it was
So I don't want to return
To the darkness ever again

Forever YoungIf you could live forever, would you take that chance?

Imagine, watching your own life from afar.
Remembering the heartbreak and the tears,
Seeing all the people who left you with scars;
Coming to terms with your hidden fears.
Remember the day when you said to me,
"I want to die young or live forever."
Surely after all these years, you can see
You cannot simply wish for whatever.
Because every time I see you cry,
I'm reminded of just how much I love you.
How could you possibly wish to die?
If only you knew, if only you knew…

Do you really want to live forever?

ForeclosureWhere are they now?
Iron tumbleweeds,
emerald city slums,
dirt in the sky.

The child fell off his bike and
skinned his knee. He cried when
I tried to help him up. Ants carried
his blood away. We don't need
that kind of pride.

A woman in Pasadena sold a slice
of toast with F.D.R.'s face on it.
I thought it looked more like you
standing in the rain.

We were asked to recreate the Gospels and
you suggested Michael Bay.
Some things never change.

Columbus found America,
the same way Descartes found existence,
the same way my brother found bourbon
the same way a horse finds religion.

It was always there so
just be careful w

Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.

The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.

Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.

We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.

Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.

Something that can lighten any situation.
It has the power to tighten and fuse any relation.

An antidote we are all able to access.
Something we

Always FlyingShe may be walking down the street
Hands in jean pockets, converse on her feet

She may be nodding her head along
With a brand new heavy metal song

She may be writing with her head bent low
Eyes focused and a pen on the go

But no matter what girl is up to
Her thoughts are up in the clouds with you

And although she's down here on the ground
Her mind is flying high above sound

So she may be walking, writing, sighing
But no matter what, she's always flying

Love is..Love is in the small things
that fill the details of you
They are the great gifts
You give me every day

No expansive things
I don't care about
But the small touch
You give me every day

Love is small
which makes it big
It's all the details
combined into you

Love is this feeling inside
Every time I think of you

DreamerMarshmallow white and grey seem to float upon the shy
As she lays on the soft grass, dirty blonde hair sprawled around her

Gazing above her, weird shapes and pictures dance across the blue expanse
Sometimes a pig, others a shoe, and even a boat

Lost in her own reality of ever changing objects
Too happy to notice her crumbling life

Hours and hours spent on the ground, looking up towards unresponsive heavens
And wishing upon unforgotten dreams

But with her life in the clouds all happy and sweet
And life on the ground, falling to pieces

She's becoming a dreamer when she should be a doer
And she'll be living a life full of pain and so

The River's BalladSun be warm and melt the snow
And let the pent up waters flow,
Down the mountainside it goes
To quench the lands down far below

Seep the water through the stone
To caves where light has never shone,
Collect in pools in phony night
Then stream your course out to the light

Run the brook down mountain's face
In its lively fluid pace,
Flow along the stony walls
Fall in lovely waterfalls

Merge with others of your type
And share the mighty river's might,
Twist and bend now with the course
Long and strong far from your source

Sing along with gentle breeze
That rustles leaves of leafy trees,
Stir the voices of the stream
That sigh and whisper, ro

Seduction"Seduction"

I woke up in a cold, dry sweat

Tied to a bed that I may regret

I felt the warmth breathe on my neck

It was a feeling I'd never forget

And there she was just standing there

That sinister smile with long brown hair

With cuffs in hand and snakelike charm

My head was soon to sound alarms

Who knew what she was thinking then?

Her smile was of false pretense

I tried to move but out of luck

I was trapped there under satin stuck

Her words were of the utmost kind

The kind that would slowly blow my mind

The soft-spoken whispers in my ear

Made my shiver into pools of tears

And seeing the sparkles in her eyes

I knew it was so

Have I Found You?Love of mine ;

It's like jelly and static jumbling in my organs. Chunks of incoherent thought pressing against each other, competing for attention.

And it takes less than a fraction of a millisecond - dismantled, broken. Mother Earth spread her jaws, tore the mantle from the core.

We are irreversible ;

The Dogs of WarAnd Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
with Ate by his side come hot from hell
shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war;
that this foul deed shall smell above the earth
with carrion men, groaning for burial.

They said the fields ran with ink,
but real men bleed black on white,
and young men bleed green,
and women do not bleed at all.
They said vengeance was a worthy cause.

The dogs of war left teeth-marks in their throats.
Caesar gurgled and died, but his spirit was mute.
Havoc ensued without his order,
and the stones of Rome boiled and flowed
in rivers hot as Ate's eyes.

They

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Roses in the Desert

by ~BunnyFroofroo, Mar 10, 2012, 5:09:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

White roses cover the sands of the desert,
A fragrant golden snow for you.

I watch the light upon your face,
cast soft shadows of blue.

Keep your head upon my shoulder,
until I go crashing to the ground.

In the night my stars cover your body,
echoing the world's soft sound.

White roses bloom on the sands of the desert,
A rising cloud of pure intent.

To see your eyes reflect the emotion,
I take in your fingertips of content.

Together we run through the veins of time,
And rain falls through the sand.

I light the expanse of the broad sky on fire,
spreading the word throughout the land.

White roses wither in the sands of the desert,
A last stand to be at your side.

I have given to you everything that I am,
holding your tears while you cried.

The moon turns the tides of the sand,
you hold me through the motion.

The roses couldn't have been more right,
we lost each other in devotion.

Roses in the Desertby ~BunnyFroofroo

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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prompt of Devotion (:

Critique by !Xavier-Jenon Mar 10, 2012, 7:54:26 PM

To start, I would like to give my good comments on this piece.
The repetition of a solid realistic item provides a clarity to the piece that lacks in many other poets. The emotion can be felt in many of the stanzas. Also, the realism of it makes it relate-able. I much like that.

Unfortunately, the ending did kill this for me. Losing one another to devotion can be taken several ways. One may simple leave a "good thing", out of stupidity or fear. The ending is not solid, as the rest of your piece is.

"The moon turns the tides of the sand" Leads me to thinking "it" ended.

"you hold me through the motion." Makes it sound like the other is just holding on for fear of hurting you.

"White roses".. Beautiful.

What do you think?

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Critique by ~pendragonvamp Mar 10, 2012, 7:54:25 PM

Original! I think that's the first thing that comes to mind when I read this. You paint a visual picture of what's going on and the rhythm of your words and the separation of the stanza gives this piece a definite flow. It gives a great sense of emotion to the piece as the reader watches the flowers growing then as they slowly wilt. I actually imagined a blanket of white flowers being tended along the rolling sand dunes of the Sahara Desert. I could even feel the breeze and smell the fragrance of the roses. With that said your imagery is powerful.

There were some things I would touch upon. I actually had to read this twice and even aloud because it was a bit confusing at first. I believe you are taking the viewpoint of the sky but to me the narrator of this piece is still a tad unclear. Also I was hoping a bit for more emotion in regarding the actual roses. It really isn't until the last stanza that you describe them crying. How about when they rejoice under the sky's sunlight? Maybe they're singing or something?

Regardless, this is masterfully done and I enjoyed reading it and seeing how you wrote this. It is clear that you put a lot of thought and work into this. I would love to see more pieces of your work. Thank you.