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They say energy never dies
but never said it'd stay for the entire ride
hand in hand, losing their minds
Even in the darkness
there's nowhere to hide
thought that when their worlds decided to collide
the pain would finally subside
Did they ever really try?
or did they just shut down inside?
countless excruciating tears they've cried
yet still numb
from losing so many loved ones that died...
time after time after time
consuming lust filled emotions
had them drowning in eachother's souls
but fears fueled the endless lies
that their bruised egos told
slowly making their hearts turn cold
so unaware of the true dimension
they belonged in
a place they created together
as their souls continued
intertwining & binding
defining forever
manifested their own demons
trying to protect themselves
from expected cruel intentions
boy, were they relentless
made nothing but a huge mess of this
love & desire
mixed with fear & anger
created an unextinguishable fire
adding fuel to the flames
whenever he was inside her
one anothers new drug
they couldn't get any higher
Creature of myths and legends
most deny that you ever exist
yet time after time you reappear
history the world wide names you
Depicts you with spiral single horn
gleaming white starry coat
its said only in a virgin you trust
when you will lay your head
In her lap as she tames
your ferocity and wildness
only then can you be caught
yet should we capture you?
Is it not best to leave you free?
some things are best left alone
never to be proved as fact
I know I believe you to be real
Yet a wondrous creature living hidden
that forever free and wild should be
allowed to roam in our minds and hearts
bringing hope and joy to future generations
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for PD's contest written 06/11/2013
The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that resembles a white horse with a large, pointed, spiralling horn projecting from its forehead, and cloven hooves. First mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness.
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Inside a safety net I stayed
Back and forth I always swayed
To avoid the complications
From any kind of confrontations
It doesn't matter what I did
Or the times I always hid
I would get smacked really hard
As it caught me way off guard
Whacked with a force so severe
Knocking me down on my rear
Getting up time after time
Searching for a way to find
A way out of this bad cycle
That's been happening a while
The past catching up with me
I couldn't hide the misery
Of days from my younger years
I was alone and so scared
No one's love to get me through
The hard days I always knew
So in a shell I crawled up in
Not letting any light in
The dark life I have been living
I just need one chance on giving
Myself a happy new day
Throwing the heartache away
Mon Paris et mon couple Pierre
By: Feb Francisca Chaves
I dreamt about Paris in my sleep
That I want my very wish to be true and to keep.
I shelter the pain with all the sacrifice
Holding all the my deceased parent words with their advice.
Tears that now flow on to my cheeks
Only receiving a day of my last paycheck
Looking at store window,
The bag that I admired in house of Dior.
Then I bumped into a man
And I got lost by his eyes
Like I've been hypnotized of his glance.
And he ask me to dance —
Then eventually I found my first romance.
When the clock strikes ten,
I have to go to my mistress's house again!
I didn't know the man's name
Hopefully he felt my heart the same
Could've it be his own little game?
Every conversation turns of us translate into music,
Then it became an orchestra of passionate opera.
We made a company
And now I found my own melody.
Day after day, night after night and time after time,
He give me a kiss on the day of the Valentine's,
A couple months later
He completed me with a ring and we're together.
He is now my king and I was his queen
That's what my story begin,
Next chapter three children and one heart,
That melted me through his warmth in my cold struggle.
And my life didn't need to solve some puzzles.
Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January
a quandary thought of curiosity arises, when will it?
Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury
end of year expenses, alongside the what if's
Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary
Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness
behind the hands of time the heart is willing
but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed
in this life of woe release the things your fearing
for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness
A new beginning is what you need come January days
be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime
Embrace the gold, release things that weigh
the world will be yours time after time
Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.
Brutus was always bad
But what can you expect from a liasion
When Molly the mare, met the Jackass
Brutus's dad?
Well here is the story about Brutus
Its a Mule, son of Molly and Rufus
Molly was a comely mare you see
Rufus looked like a Jackass in every degree
They didn't share any love or hate
But what brought them together was a twist of fate
My uncle wanted a worker you see
Something relentless, strong and mighty
To climb the valley, hills and the glen
In this capacity ,the mule was man's best friend
So a date was set for Rufus and Molly to meet
Out of the prying eyes of children to accomplish the feat
After Brutus trysts and dirty deed
Molly grew fat from Brutus's seed
Nine months later at the break of dawn
We had Brutus, Molly's craggy spawn
Now just after about a year had gone
Brutus grew sturdy and also strong
He looked more like a horse you see
An equine specimen we'll all agree
It was time for Brutus's schooling
In simple stages was the plan
Uncle Poppy, to be the leading Hand
The plan was hatched and the scene was staged
To gradually induce Brutus to his trade
We decided when Brutus was watered and fed
Uncle Poppy would mount his back and straddle his leg
Brutus didn't flinch nor did he complain
Haughtily Uncle Poppy patted Brutus's mane
Time after time he would sit on his back
Brutus stood still, but never moved a jot.
But composed and agreeable was our take
Then further progress we ought to make.
Pt 1
We hoped for our dog Lucy Loo to go
outside any time that she needed to.
It had to be a small dog door, and so
we went to Pet Smart like most people do.
We want our two cats to be kept inside.
Therefore, the dog’s door needed to be smart!
It synched up with her collar to provide
the way for only THE dog to depart!
One night I searched my house and could not find
our ginger cat named Simba. Where was he?
I took a flashlight, and it blew my mind
to see our cats’ eyes glowing from a tree.
That Simba figured out a way to get
behind our Aussie dog when she goes out.
I guess he lies in wait, and then it’s “ready, set,
and go” when Lucy leaves! Yes, I’ve got no doubt.
This has to be the way he’s doing it.
Our dog’s become his partner now in crime.
There seems to be no way to make them quit.
With the dog, Simba flees time after time.
Good thing that cat’s been fixed and still has claws.
Or he’d be hunting female cats in heat,
or ending up in some big mean dog’s jaws!
Thankfully by dawn, he’s at the door to eat.
And so it goes. Each night our one cat must
get out, but our white cat never does succumb.
Does our white cat, Chico, just lack wanderlust
or is he a cat actually dumb?
At times our Chico does not seem too bright
as Simba is, but I am fine with that.
To call something a smart door’s just not right
if it cannot outwit a too-smart cat!
Earlier this year an earthquake happened.
It was either during the late night or sunless morning.
The shaking of the earth woke me from slumber.
Only my mother telling me everything was okay,
Had my panic driven mind go silent.
After the event,
I felt that everything around me shaking.
My paranoid mind keeps feeling the earth vibrate.
Nothing happen time after time.
Panic still grips me tight as I wait for another earthquake.
Whether my mind is straining to sleep longer
Or wide awake during the day,
Tremors of an earthquake keep haunting my mind.
It wasn't long when I felt these tremors within myself.
The tremors match my grandpa's declining health.
In and out of the hospital,
Multiple organs failing,
Too tired to keep going on.
The earthquake in approaching faster than I'm ready.
Tremors nearly daily.
Unexpected crying and random sadness.
Hardly a day goes by without anxiety strangling my heart.
Only God knows what will happen to grandpa.
Too late to be the previous day too early to be the next day.
Grandpa has passed away.
Mama and grandma went to see him,
I didn't have the strength to say good-bye.
All of my grandpas are gone.
The fading tremors off in the distance have left me devastated.
The wait seemed eternal to feel inspiration.
Minutes were mountains as each one ticked by,
my hand poised grasping a pen, and then
seated without hitting one stroke on a key.
A closed mind submits nothing, zero and zilch
in a life that's been deeply anchored
in the annals of an abyss shrouded by opacity.
Somewhere between midnight's noirs
and the misty grey flow of morning fog,
I'd fallen into a cavern, deprived of light.
I'd built a bulwark fortress that fenced me in
and the key to my cell... held in my own hand.
I brandished a pen that became a sharpened sword
that hacked and sliced at my every written word.
My dreams were gone, along with life's sensation.
No wonder I could not find a cause for inspiration.
A poet who doesn't write is of no use, none at all.
I stood at the edge of a cliff ~ should I jump or fall?
Sounds of laughter caught the attention of my ears
and through eyes blurred by tears,
I saw children running along the water's edge.
Hesitant, I decided to watch them from upon the ledge.
I sat atop the cliff with legs overhanging that day,
wishing I was a child of ten again to join in their play.
"Well, poet," spoke my muse. "Are you a withered bloom?"
A scolding for thinking of naught but notions of doom
A flurry of fussing she threw at me, hassling like a Harpy.
Exactly what I needed for living in doldrums of gloom.
"Now, see what you've done," she was decidedly terse!
"Your burden is that you always begin in free verse
but always end up writing lines ending in rhyme.
You continually do that. Time after time."
My laughter was louder than the children at play
who stopped traipsing in the surf to look up my way.
A wave of my hand and down to the beach I ran.
Inspiration filling me like waves crashing upon the sand.
That blasted recurring dream!
Time after time, the lair appeared;
and he was a huge movie star,
but I couldn’t recall his name.
The teasing, taunting, lying jerk;
night after endless night,
he haunted my subconscious;
making and breaking promises,
that I seemed to crave hearing, from him.
I couldn’t understand,
why I kept having that blasted dream;
I don’t even know that,
he was a real star;
he was in the dream, though.
Now, dreams have a funny way,
of presenting archetypes;
mind came up with some…doozies.
Imagine my surprise,
when I realized that,
he was me;
deceiving myself.