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Verifiedsometimes fear is a little black monster that waits in your closet
nursing all your skeletons back to health, tempting you
with tightly wound lies like bitter almond candies

and compliance is second only to believing that maybe, just maybe,
the words slithering out of its mouth (then around your throat,
choking you when you are finally alone enough to be convinced truth
is objective) are something real, something worth believing in

unlike all the other things that have forsaken you,
there's a certain comfort in knowing that fear is
a constant, it is a shadow, it is as concrete as the bags
you carry excess time in under your eyes;

Heart SongLove it is a hunger
A powerful, burning need
Love it is a river
Born in a teardrops seed
Love it is a melody
That gives us wings to fly
Love it is a daydream
That's echoed in a sigh
Love it is a Prayer
That heals the hurting soul
Love it is a comfort
It's tender warmth enfolds
Love can raise and lift you
Love can break you down
Love can overwhelm you
So deep that you could drown
Love it has no reason
No logic and no sense
Love it is a marvel
What else is so immense?
Love can climb a mountain
And change a human heart
Love can cross an ocean
That keeps two hearts apart
Love it see's our beauty
And looks right through our flaws
Love if we just let it
Can open bolted doors
Love all things can conquer
For that's what love is for
Love if we just let it
Will show us heavens shore...

BLISS

To look into his eyes—
Those that scheme your own demise—
Is to relinquish every selfish desire

To go so far
As to blindly light your own funeral pyre

And only relish
In that lavish gift of insanity

To crave his glances,
His graces, his subtle advances
Is to delve into unforgiving vanity

To sigh into his embrace—
Your mind gone away without a trace—
Is to be consumed wholly and completely

To give in and
Suffocate in silence—alone—discretely

And with bated breath
Love the very essence of what is him

To carve out your own heart
Bury it with him—to never be apart
Is to sicken yourself with sweetes

Dead Man's GainI am so tired,
But I cannot sleep,
I wish to cry,
But I do not weep,
I am hungry,
But food won't come,
I wish to leave,
But I can't run.

I am trapped,
In a world so free,
I hate myself,
For being me,
Can't help but wish,
For no more pain,
For lifeless loss,
and dead man's gain.

ParanoiaParanoia.

I don't want to be this way.

But I can't help but feel this way.

No matter what you do

Or what comforting words you say.

My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.

My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.

Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.

My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.

And that's why no matter how much I love you.

For some reason I will always feel cheated.

So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.

You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.

There are only so many false accusations you can take.

The

Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poets
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.

I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.

Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.

I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.

I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-

but death becomes me.

A Wanderer's TaleA Wanderer's Tale

The old man stopped upon the top of the hill
And looked out over the vast green heath
His knees and ankles growing stiff and still
He had come a long way—a very long way

The gypsy woman, runaway from home
She wandered far away from her fatherland
But "Which lands would be her next to roam?"
Was her only wonder as dawn rose from dark

The young girl had just given him the slip
The shackles on her arms clinked like chimes
How ironic the sound, she pondered for a nip
Then continued on her newly destined path

The wild rabbit had just risen for morning
Come out cautiously from its cozy little burrow
But only to

DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.

The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.

As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.

All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath th

Your StoryI'd much rather cry for you
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare

So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine

If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords

Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice

You can close your eyes
And p

Lostmayday mayday, are you receiving?
is anyone listening, this ship is sinking,
there's blood on the waves, concrete rumors of mutiny.
treason at sea, last words in morse code, anyone..

throwing what's left of our lives on this line.
casting lines returning empty,
the static silence leaves us reeling..

if you're out there:
we can't.. much longer.. this is.. make it home.
tell her.. loved her.. over and out.. we are undone.
end transmission.

FEARFEAR:

Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey

For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see

From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below

Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only

Padded CellForsaken in the darkness
where hope has no meaning
silence becomes a fiend
obstinately taunting,
but the voices,
they are a comfort,
abandoned by all others
they remain, always there
always a reminder,
even in the deepest darkness,
in the pit of despair
she is never alone,
the hallow laughter
becomes the only sound she hears,
but she never becomes aware
that the laughter
is her own.

The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the

Acceptance...Sunbeams slowly dying
No sense in asking 'why?'
Darkness overwhelming
The stars fall from the sky
Life it holds no meaning
Heart and soul both aching
Hope? I watch her dying
As my world is breaking
Memories they linger
longing mixed with pain
Through times endless river
They always will remain
When the wounds have healed
The sun, I know will shine
And life it will go on
Though you're no longer mine
Then I will remember
The good times, not the bad
Eyes fixed on the future
The past wont make me sad
So journey on my darling
Find love and happiness
In life's wondrous journey
I too will find my solace
See the dawn is breaking
And hope she rises too
New shores and beginnings
And doors to walk on through
But I will still look back
Eyes filled with silver dew
And thank the tides of fate
That I shared love with you...

Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:

It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness—
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood…

The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness—
A single pounce would end my life…

Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore—
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint…

What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a questio

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The Clock Struck

by =NoxSatuKeir, Oct 12, 2012, 12:38:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman

What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name… my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!

The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress

This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold

The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief

What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed

The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved

"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unconcerned
Her breath on my neck and teeth at my throat
I let her conquer me as my life she smote
I fell away… away from the love I once sought
My life drained from me in a battle un-fought

The chimes of the clock beckoned forth night
And the man unloved gave up without fight
The illusion of a beautiful woman faded from sight
And all was still and all was right

The Clock Struckby =NoxSatuKeir

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I felt inspired.
As much as I'd love to talk about this poem, I feel that telling people what I think it means would not be as profound as having them come up with a meaning of their own.

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=MrsKyoya Mar 23, 2013 Student General Artist

Amzazing imagery and flow

=NoxSatuKeir Mar 23, 2013

Thank you!

~deviant-by-silence Oct 16, 2012

Beautiful poem! It really speaks with a voice of its own

=NoxSatuKeir Nov 6, 2012

Thank you!!

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Sorry for the late response though!! D:

~tattoofuzzy Oct 15, 2012

I really enjoyed this! I had several ideas that cropped up through your words. Very well written, I loved the imagery.

=NoxSatuKeir Nov 6, 2012

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Sorry for the late response, by the way.

~tattoofuzzy Nov 6, 2012

You're welcome. It's ok.

~Dj-Is-Era Oct 14, 2012

I like it. You did a great job telling a story with this poem, and in free verse as well.
Free verse can be good, bad, alright, etc. That you did good with it shows that you put thought into the poem, and, of course, it shows.

Great job overall, you can be sure that I'll follow your works and give you my two cents whenever I have the chance.

Keep up the great work!

If you have any ideas that you'd like to share, or go over and talk about, or even a poem trade on an idea, I'd be happy to do that as well.

I wrote poems as well, with some short stories, etc. and would be thrilled to start expanding and finding talented authors on DeviantArt.

-Dj

=NoxSatuKeir Nov 6, 2012

Thank you so much for your feedback!!

I love writing! Even if I don't always have the time to.

By the way, sorry for the super late response!! D: I've got a lot of stuff in my inbox and I've been busy outside of dA, so I didn't get to it until late!!

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