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Black Diamond Night
Black Diamond Night (a coalminer’s cemetery)
Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight.
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely,
Sinister through hostile spirits only,
I stumble across these stones without a bone.
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend.
Only in time, our minds will mend.
Endless valleys and limitless stones.
These bones- these bones they sit alone.
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill.
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill.
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough.
Is what they left.
Obsessed by the dead without a death.
Death that impatiently awaited their last breath.
Gushing, unto the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill.
Coal mining hearts that will never heal.
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable.
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mass, we held in the blasphemous.
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous.
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions.
Acknowledging the souls capacity of free.
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone.
Where the night takes place in the dark.
The ebony rides under the diamond bark.
Along with the coalminers who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”
by;pd
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The Death of the Poet Destroyer
Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead.
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle.
Gazing her brown eyes upon the open shores,
Her conscience dark and grey a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen.
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control.
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to showoff.
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand.
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way.
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand.
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt more light, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp self-nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destine to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the mocking of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate
At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~
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Pandora's Kiss
"Pandora's Pearls"
Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel.
A Ghostly feel that lead into a clear diamond road.
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path,
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night.
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky.
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls.
I fell in to the stare of her bedroom eyes.
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance.
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes.
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise.
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset.
She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak.
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones.
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls.
I took a blade and press it against my skin,
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins.
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin.
A sweet kiss of death before I fell into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell.
by;PD
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**REFLECTION**
**REFLECTION**
I am running through a wheat dream
Open skies, body lies, my face cries
Surrounded by a silver stream
I stumbled in the valley where sleepiness never dies
A manger on fire, burning up my steam
Hardly ever got around to my good-bye's
I wake up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falling from the sky blessing my soul
Above the silver lining of my cloud
I place a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
After life are we still saved
Rescuing you by the hand
Happy tormented in life's final way
Silent mistreated never to understand
A rid of hate dooming everyday
Something as evil, can ruin your plot at hand
My mouth hit by the door, on my knees when I pray
A ricochet shoot, when he revealed my plan
Fallen in and out with an unwanted betray
Alone with my own reflection is where I stand
*SKAT*
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Artillery Rain
~Perfect Rain~
ME!!
I can see!
All the tribulations around me!
I rage against the burning wind!
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice!
Everybody avoids to feels the smoke hidden within!
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin.
A rain that cut my soul in half!
Two piece that will never entwine or merge down my dragon path.
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze.
A trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.
I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight.
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops.
Washing the ashes of my face,
suppressing the overwhelming fire.
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!"
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.
pd
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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
ONE WORD~
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor dust walks through a fresh desert night,
Cool air beneath and above the sea.
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand.
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing.
Up ahead in a virtue distance,
a mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face falls like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods.
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality.
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again.
Twilight, rain stranger than strange.
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture.
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow.
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline.
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways.
Are my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young.
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart.
There the voices give and take from our health.
Today those soft perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me.
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria….
UNITY!
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch.
We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup.
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips.
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. to late for a treatment.
Lungs, decaying, evil rots.
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
by;pd
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DEAD WINTER
Dead Winter Strays~ By: Poet Destroyer
Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around.
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…
~BY: PD~
Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey
There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~
(for Catie's: Re-write contest..)
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PINK LACE
:NOTE:
**Every pace change --a character telling his or her breast cancer story**
"PINK LADIES"
The phone rings,
The clock dings,
I scream, scream, and scream:
I can’t even grasp, what is real.
I can’t exhale, the lives you steal.
This fume is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you express tonight.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last.
I crawl I hide behind my wall.
There it stood and robbed me like Robin Hood.
Pink is the ointment in my diary for keepsake.
Then I remembered,
Looking through a dream, were women wear combats boots.
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
Do you know that feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
LOOK AT ME!
On this fright night, I bleed!
Holding on tight, to the dead of this night.
I’m down on my fallen knees,
A secret I keep, I no longer need.
Breaking backs as I mention the word “C.”
It is like getting struck by a freight train.
Taking what belong and makes me me.
Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore.
Taking the time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
If it takes forever,
I will take it with pride, like the statue of Liberty who stands tall.
Now here you are,
Standing under the chest,
Heavy shoulders, a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress.
Skin pink tight leather, now you caress.
Suddenly my eyes are full of tears.
Once I discovered the beast came back without fear.
The news blew like a missile in heat.
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark,
Sweltering me, blazing me,
Leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with my beauty and tissues.
Filled with my pink ivory issues .
That is the way that I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease.
In many of us, you’ll discover a victory that will destroyer you down to your knees.
While you sit there and shatter our lives.
I will walk with high heels strolling through pink valley skies.
With a charm called a ribbon; I ware!
Visions of pink, remove the silence in my mind.
- A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose,
Remembering my ways when I was colorblind.
I WAS PLEADING FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on,
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone,
I have no friends by my side,
You are the undead:
Who lead me to my watery bed?
You are like a jack in the box.
Hiding until you are found…
You’re silent until your jobs done.
Finding a way to sew my heart, back together.
You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many of us…
However you will never come close to defeating us all~
We are the “PINK LADIES,” who continue to be strong.
One day will find the cure,
Too, be rid of your killing and miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ disease,
"ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
by;PD
Dedicated to all the female on the soup..
((And men if your life has been touch by this disease.))
Dedicated to all breast cancer victims... past and present "-(
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Devils Deadly Dime
Devils deadly dime
The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.
A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil and the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme.
Now the world is measured by my blood level.
The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!
He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny,
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.
by;p.d.
(I know this is not the right form at all... I come in peace to support)
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IF THERE IS NO GOD
IF THERE IS NO GOD,
How could we be suspended in space?
Just spinning in place.
Who could've made an ozone layer?
For the occupants grounded by gravity, and breathing of air.
Life exist on land, air, sea, and the dirt,
Proof of the blueprint of a genius at work.
We image something, to have dominion over the earth,
Particules of it's intelligence, watching it work.
Placed at a precise position from the sun,
Similarities of 8 planets incorporated into one.
If there is no God, I want to be the fool that believed,
Than the fool in doubt, when we leave!
Written By,
MARLON LINTON
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