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Frozen HeartTo feel your heart patter like rain drops,
Against the tunnel of my ear,
Drowning out sounds, only listening to the beats,
Until it slows down and stops.
Then I let fall a tear.
I hold you tight as your life peacefully retreats.

The rain turns to snow and falls softly on the rusted tin roof.
How long I sat there, I wouldn't know.
I gaze out through the frosted panes,
Thinking about questions, wanting some proof.
I saw the icy glaze creep over the window,
Like that of your eyes your life force wanes.

Your skin turns cold, death walks away,
Taking you with him to another place.
Feeling helpless I don't know what to do,
I'll find

Ballad of the Doll MakerCome now; gather round! Men who are
Gentle, ladies fairer!
Hark now my words as I tell the
Tale of the Doll Maker!

There was once a youth, apprentic'd
To a master of old;
Who taught to his eager student
How to craft wooden dolls.

But these are not the toys girls play with,
For they resemble man,
And woman too; in size and look
They're finest in the land.

Now, th'apprentice was at the age
When he need'd to adore
A girl of his choosing; and sought his
Master's wisdom some more.

He search'd his teacher thoroughly,
Examining his brain,
So that in love, his ignorance
Will not fail him again.

The Master, agèd now and near
Done

Death of a DreamShe flutters in circles
around my bitter silhouette
Mocking, yet
it's too dark to see
Searching hands that
reach out for her
I had her
once
she slipped away
Slowly

I still search for
those warm days
the embraces left
me with nothing
but happiness

Still feeding the darkness
she dances no more
She flutters
pathetically
weakened
ever present
Must murder her
Kill that butterfly
She
who was once so beautiful

Broken little hands that
are too weak to break
the brittle butterfly
She
who goes by another name

The hands are mine
the darkness hers
Cold has come
to my lands
Frozen feelings
Must kill
to revive

Broken w

What scares you, mortal?What scares you, mortal?
What defines your basic human needs, your average quantity of normal?
What potions spill your nothingness,
What skin builds up your exterior?
What makes you rise up in the morning?
What tears you open in the night?
What secrets, promises and wishes compose your inside fright?
What dance do you dance when others tremble,
Under your disillusioned romance?
What tongue do you speak in your steady sleep,
What habits do you have warped around our toes?
What makes you smile and quiver and tremor, all at once?
What reality do you pursue, if it's a reality at all?
What dreams do you dream when you're not even seen?

Black MadonnaYou shall not put
A smile on Her face,
Since She has to be serious -
Like a step-mother
Wanting to bring you up properly
Into the averagely affluent adulthood,
Or like a distant mother,
Who wasn't even signing
The lullabies to make you
Fall into Morpheus's calm embrace.

You shall sing to Her
Hymns full of piety,
Since She has to be pleased -
Like a major advisor
Wanting to lead you by hand
To the island of a master's degree,
Or like your elementary school teacher
Demanding everything from everyone:
The burliness from weaker pupils
And the vault over a high-horse from them.

You shall pray to Her
With a plea heared in the e

.:.December.:.The month of December has changed my whole life,
For this year it taught me who was right
The boy down or up in the sky
Neither would work for with both I would die.
Down on the Earth, I stayed that one night
I finally realized the Heaven boy's lies.
He was really a demon, no good in his heart
In reality, I shouldn't have believed him from the start.
He told me his lies
Faked all of his sighs
Only to break my frail heart.
The whole time I loved, he cared for another
To him, it seemed, I was only like a mother.
He used me to no ends
Threw me down on the bed,
And left a gap in the center of my heart.
But if I was To fly up into the sky
To Heaven, which is oh so high,
I would have seen in the bright white stars
the other girl who lays in his arms.
She, a goddess, who is soft on the eyes
Took the earth boy's heart by surprise
Wavy blonde hair that flowed down her

Notice me, please!Falling
so
fast...
a
bottomless
pit
of
despair
and
hopelessness

Why don't you notice me?
Or you do and I don't see?
Don't you know how I feel about you?
Or are you busy being oblivious?

I
want
to
spend
time
with
you
more

I know you're older than me
I don't really mind
Sure, we get along fine
It's really stupid, I know...

Don't
You
believe
in
love
at
first
sight?

The way you hug me
It makes my heart flutter
We poke each other lots of times
Each poke makes my cheeks tingle

Why
don't
you
feel
the
same
way?

It's one sided again, isn't it?
It's always like this for me...
I'm blushing as I write

Are u madJe me suis lever de bonne humeur,
Un Beau temps et de bonnes odeurs,

Je suis stupide et j'en suis fier,
Un rien me donne le sourire,
Même si je suis très terre à terre,
Une simple vue peu me suffire,

Je suis stupide,
Pas besoin de tout savoir,
Chaque jour son lot d'espoir,

Je suis stupide,
Je m'émerveille devant tout,
Peut-être bien que je suis fou,

Pas besoin d'être intelligent,
Un petit boulot et un peu d'argent,

Ça me suffit,

Je profite chaque jour de la vie,
Et non jamais je ne réfléchit,

Pas besoin,

Je me fiche de comprendre les choses,
Car après elles paraissent moroses,

Un arbre, une fleure, un oiseau,
Tout me para

Your LightI feel the warmth of the light
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you

The TastingMmmm...I taste you in this fine wine,
with hints of the same fine line
I must walk with care.

Be it hand in hand or glass in hand,
either way knowing where I stand
along this path.

My fingers graze your rounded lip,
thirsting for a quenching sip
of rich complexity.

All once so tightly sealed within,
gradually begins to open,
releasing beautifully.

Holding strong on delicate limbs,
balanced and full, despite our whims;
or because of them.

Each delectable, intricate flavor
is given pause to be savored
in a timeless moment.

So deliciously bold, ripe and earthy;
yet playfully coy, cloaked in subtlety
and seasoned intensity.

We swirl in a t

The LieIt hides alone, buried, concealed
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie

I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart out

And threw it to the ground

Mirthful eyes

That laughed at me

I reached out

To touch you

To apologize

And you shattered

I know why too

It's because you were

Ashamed

Afraid

Embarrassed

Anxious

And you thought that

If you accepted

My hand

Then everything would crash

But as it turns out

You were wrong

Because when I reached out

And you rejected me

You broke

All on your own

I pick up

Your pieces

With remorse

Now I'll have to

Buy a new mirror

A Letter To The LovelyThey say birds can't fly without wings, but our instincts prove them wrong.
We gather our custom built moments upon our wings of life so free

Together we will remain those birds, through times of weak and strong.
We are the ones who control those wings and be who we want to be.

If I had a choice to explain who we are, I'd point to the sky…. to the birds.
Like us, their wings are their freedom, and without them they would fall.

We don't have wings, but we have freedom. And with freedom there are words.
These words are from the times we remember, a day in the life of us all.

You once said "I know, if I changed for others, I wouldn't be

Death TrapSouless eyes
and thoughtless mind
A dare to look deeper and keep what you find

My life is a mystery
My path is unknown
An unwanted past was torture alone

Because of your words
that were careless to thee
This is the path that was set out for me

Here call the shadows
the depth lays before
forsaken i'll be
though troubled no more

This bridge where I stand
is where I shall fall
Away from the darkness

Away from it all...

A writter's faultThe hardest part of writing
is not the story line or the plot.
It's not the characters, the setting.
The places you draw a lot.

It isn't about the seasons that make the story change,
and certainly not the years that pass.
It's not the coming of age
your characters go through when dealing with their past.

The hardest part isn't the beginning.
Middle.
Or end.
It's not the daring hearoes, or the dual personality villians.

No, actually, it's what you do;
the words that you write to make one character fall,
the one that answers to his Call.
The hardest thing is killing them off,
When they really shouldn't have died at all.

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I can't tear you away.
Look at me.
Look at me!
But you don't.
So many nasty words are directed at the girl in the reflection.
Can't you see her crying too?

She stares with fiery eyes, yelling, returning the angry words.
But no one hears her.
We only hear you.
Disgusting.
Ugly.
Alienated.
Why do you call yourself this?
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clawing at her face in disgust.
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Enigma

by ~AwkwardSnowball, Dec 1, 2012, 6:53:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Mystery is the element that bounds the unknown to reality
Something new to what we know
A world filled with secrecy to make it so

Mystery is the puzzle before the answer becomes clear
The silent riddle to discover
A hidden message to uncover

Mystery is words we hide to keep oneself unique
Those whispered words that no one hears
The fear of not knowing reappears

Mystery is what keeps us intrigued
The enigma itself remains in you
as it does in me

Stay this way... Stay unique
As this way there will always be something new to know
Even as we speak...

Enigmaby ~AwkwardSnowball

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All remains a mystery...

Not much else to say about this, only that I've had some spare time lately and thought I'd use the time to use my neglected creative side