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The Moon without YouThe Moon without You

The moon without you is presciently full
Bombastically loud
Bothersome, bright

Eclipsed by trees who guard the way
Extending their branches like barbed-wire fences
Giving me exonerating defenses
Trapping night's mistress
In the basket of their leaves.

The moon without you is yellow—
Now blue.
White was for purity
Yellow for perfidy
And blue is the lonesome color of pain.
The moon will never be white again.

And I have never seen a falling star
But watch, diligently, as the moon breaks down
To be comforted by the sun—
Cold in the morning,
But so gently colored--
Spilling out light like the

Chapter 1 of She3 weeks earlier
Henry looked at himself in the mirror, while buttoning up his shiny black buttons on his plaid shirt, which she had just mended. It needed to be cleaned.
"Oh darling, I don't know what I would do without you!" he called into the bedroom. Usually she would have answered him with something smart such as, "You would die, I'm quite sure!" Then he would play out a dramatic death which ended with him falling onto the bed and his new fiancée reviving him with a poke, or if he got lucky, a kiss. He walked into the bedroom to see what she was up to. The light of the early afternoon sun was shining throug

Sonnet XIDear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.

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Can't You See?Can't you see?
There is no need for fear.
I am here.
I will be,
Here,
As long as you need me.

I want to be the one to catch all your tears,
To protect you from all your fears.
Hold my hand darling,
Nothing can come between us,
Nothing can harm you,
If you just hold my hand.

I am right beside you,
Flown by life,
I am yours.
You are mine.
By a flip of the coin,
We decided our fate.

There is something in the wake of your smile...
There is a look in your eyes that i can't forget.
Listen to my heart,
When you say my name,
Listen to my heart,
When you hold my hand,
And you will understand.

Because of you,
I have a smile on

TavernLaughter came pouring out the tavern as the door thrust open drawing attention from only two men who quickly lost interest when nothing came walking through. The place reeked from all kinds of odors playing with each other: alcohol, burnt meat, sweat and some blood were all suddenly one with a less savory smell coming from the upstairs bedrooms. The men and women were all slamming coins down on the bar belching out and calling our their orders at a nervous wreck of a barkeep running to and fro filling out orders, his hair seemed to shrinking with every passing second. Even as his pockets filled with the King's face rubbing against other monar

The Scars of Duty

The Scars of Duty
I had served in the Royal Army, for fifty years, from King Edward VII to Queen Elizabeth II. I had done my duty courageously and with honour throughout my career. But there is one man; I have seen who had done his duty more honourable than I.
It was the scorching July of 1932; I had recently been transferred from Cairo, to the jungles of Calcutta, India. I arrived upon the twenty eight and was to receive Colonel James E. Barclay from the village of Bundelkhand.
At the dawn of the twenty ninth, I arrived in Bundelkhand. Waiting for me was Colonel J.E. Barclay. Colonel Barclay was and elderly man of around sixty.

Off the LeashFlint sat in his cage, eyes closed, propped up on his knees, and a smile etched on his lips. He has spent nearly three years of being his master 'Pet' and he loved it. To him, his master was the only person who accept him for his psychopathic personalities. For that, in return of his acceptance, Flint gave his master everything and anything he wanted.

His eyes flickered open at the sound of a heavy door opening and promptly being shut. Flint's smirk grew across his face at the sight of his master and was practically bouncing with excitement. "Ready to play?" His master chuckled watching his enthusiasm boil and began to unlatch the cage door.

Night Time TigerThe tigress lifted her heavy head up from the patch of grass on which she lay, she was a young tigress and it was soon time to find herself a mate. She watched the rest of the streak lay about and play, other females with their mates and cubs and there she was with but friends. She did not mind that she had found a mate, there was no male suited really. Letting out a yawn she lifted herself up and began to walk through the streak, her head turning slightly to look over at the others. It was a late night, not a cloud in the sky which left the wonders of the starry sky open for all to see.

Arriving at the stone peak that hung over where the st

Sonnet XEver charming though every Charm may be
Her endowment lies in the borrowed eye,
And whilst man's first sense remains to see
So lives sweet Charm, and she will not die.
Yet, as her aspect forms a chosen home
As each lonely moth seeks the candle's flame,
Alas! T'was pride which lit pompous Rome
And its blaze will char Charm's cherished name.
Beloved Charm long hast thou been warned
In painted lines or eternal verse,
For every poor soul that thou hast scorned
Thy blessings perish, born thy worst curse.
And live thou a life, much pious and outspoken
Much less gashed thy soul by the shards of the broken.

Creation of SmokeSmoke, which was born from the first scene of destruction,
Flew into the sky with the force of countless blasts
Which tore into the armor that protects the Earth from mankind,
Left. Right. Higher, higher! A boom of creation collecting above,
Constructing a dome and spreading into a field of shadow,
Pillars of smoke holding it there, as the boom does not cease,
Streaming forever from the fire that man invented long ago
To burn and satisfy himself.

All fire burns for mankind's desires
For the bloody symbols they hang about their bodies
For the books with words that flow through the mind
And in the mind, the man will either use the w

L'OMBRE I - SHADOW I (+ audio reading)

(English adaptation below) version audio ici

Pour Neura

L'ombre I

Quand vous verrais-je au sortir des songes et des tombes il ne reste que des lisières
Frangées d'or et d'herbe coupez vos désirs d'au-delà lorsque l'écume affolée efface la tempête et
Si vos yeux glacés sur mes mains stupéfaites j'aurai voulu vos chants sous des feux de
Tambours et l'ombre de vos danses enroulée sur mes cuisses un éclat de vermeil la
Ménade mâchant le coeur de nos combats des tonnes de serpents silencieux sur le sol et la crête
Des dunes rayée d'horizon morne votre bouche à la lune reste la nuit vacante et mes rêves
Blanchis l'automne est déjà là dans

NumbWhat is this feeling?

I don't understand.

I want to explain

But I don't think I can.

Is it really true?

Am I turning this numb?

It just can't be!

I must feel some!

Why is this happening?

Why can't I feel?

Is this all just a dream

Or is all of this real?

Someone please tell me.

Please help me feel.

I'm so tired of feeling numb.

I just wanna heal.

The pain, the sorrow,

The joy, the tears.

Yes! I want all of them!

Even all the fears!

I'm so wanting,

Longing to feel again.

This curse is so haunting,

It's like a dead end.

So, if I were you,

Be glad you can feel.

Be thankful you're not numb.

At least you are real.

No Ghosts WalkNo ghosts walk here tonight
In the melancholy shade of the moonlight
The low-lying plains long lost, forgotten
By the guardian spirit and those that fear it
Their minds since consumed with all things rotten
While it sleeps in a grove three feet beneath the ground
But for the searching souls there is nothing to be found

For no ghosts walk here tonight
In the melancholy shade of the moonlight

At His FuneralWe'll play the moonlight
with arching fingers, mournfully.

You can wear the sleeves
of passe gentlemen, worn and weary
as they glide to rest,
landing softly and with permanence.
I'll stitch myself with grief and remember
for us both.

The glow will make us dance
one day, no longer full of sorrow.

Looking glass, looking glassLooking glass, Looking glass
Show me my love.
Fair as a queen
With hair like gold
Eyes like agate
And a voice like
An angel.
A smile like the
Stars
And a scent like
A rose.

Looking glass, looking glass
Show me my love.
Ere my eyes shut in
Eternal sleep.

(19 August 2012)

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Tipped over the earth
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The Fire TamerIt was a cold and foggy day when the townspeople first met them.

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Let is capture you soul
At a leisurely pace

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And your features are with me
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Or come back for more?
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Too heavy a burden to bear?
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For wisdom's cloak to wear?
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That fate is a cheat,
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Your sense of Security
Ran away with it.

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Your Ears sang with them
Your Knees danced to them
Terror was the name of the band

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it entrance
But your Handle went down without a fight

The Lights returned, throwing garish Shadows
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So they slipped and slid
Never quite reaching the floor

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And your Mother cried too
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Wither thou goest...

by ~StarkRaving-Mad, Aug 18, 2012, 2:02:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Wither thou goest
There goest I.
O'er sun, field
'Neath river, sky.
Taketh me to that land
Of the wishes, dreams
Hither to ruby rainbows
Thither to salient seams
Out yonder we'll romp
Through meadows true
Past mountains black
And rabbit burrows blue
I care not for the world
Not I for its banks!
Away with its wars
Its guns and tanks.
If stars be blessings
To each one we'll fly
For wither thou goest....

There goest I.

Wither thou goest...by ~StarkRaving-Mad

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Reading Othello in English at the moment. Thought i'd try my hand at some old language stuff.

~Cwolloty Sep 28, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

gave me goosebumps when i read it

~StarkRaving-Mad Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks luv

*Zenith-Nadir69 Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

AMG It's beautiful baby sis!!! You must write more. Old English can be your thing hey?! I think so

~shehrozeameen Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The beauty of this poem lies in its balance - its vintage, its immoral, and yet... its so genuine; the first, because it DOES have a certain allure of the Victorian/Edwardian sensibilities to it; its immoral, because you can feel a certain edge towards the person's refusal to leave.

Such as in the opening:

Wither thou goest
There goest I.
O'er sun, field
'Neath river, sky.

it takes on a more awe-inspiring meaning because by the end, it recedes to:

To each one we'll fly
For wither thou goest....

There goest I.

Which is a genuine emotion.

On a second note, though, this reminds me of Hardy's subtlety, with a curious rigor that was commonplace in Ireland... Thomas Moore, to an extent, though Jonathan Swift would be a closer approximation.

that's what I feel.

~midnightrayne91 Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing it! it's well written with so much meaning.

~Fleeting-Epiphany Aug 18, 2012

i love old school poety. nicely done.

~StarkRaving-Mad Aug 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much

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