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A candle by the cavern,
Deep as deceit,
And dark as the lie,
The warm basking light only scratches its surface,
For what lies within heals the wounds of one,
Yet burdens all who follow him
Truth carves its hallowed name,
Like sharpened claws in tender respite,
The mirror,
Trusted ally and devotee,
Blind-sights feelings,
And now bears no salvation
As the enemy we know,
Bared teeth and lips taught,
Laughing like the cursed Cheshire cat,
Is like oil to the flame
For the darkness we fear,
We also seek
Deep as deceit,
And dark as the lie,
The warm basking light only scratches its surface,
For what lies within heals the wounds of one,
Yet burdens all who follow him
Truth carves its hallowed name,
Like sharpened claws in tender respite,
The mirror,
Trusted ally and devotee,
Blind-sights feelings,
And now bears no salvation
As the enemy we know,
Bared teeth and lips taught,
Laughing like the cursed Cheshire cat,
Is like oil to the flame
For the darkness we fear,
We also seek
Literature
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010
"a poem unwritten" -alternate version
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
Literature
Macabre III: The Creator
Sing your songs through my spirits,
{Poet.}
Sing your love through my thoughts,
Hide your life in white dots.
{Author
}
Sing your tears through dismay,
Stop your cry for my decay,
Boost your wrath and don't obey.
{Master?}
Sing your veins through my heart,
Burn your limbs with my blood,
Hide your eyes behind the glass,
Cut off your skin to the mass.
{Killer?!}
Sing your talent through my desires,
Spread your ashes through my fires,
Enter the prison of your mind,
Distort your traits in any kind,
Sacrifice your soul for all the liars,
That is what creation requires.
Literature
Lose Yourself
What's the point in leaving footprints
if no one's going to follow them?
And what's the point in screaming
if no one's going to hear you?
And what's the point in crying
if no one's going to wipe away the tears?
What's the point
in getting lost
if no one's going to notice you're missing?
if no one's going to come looking for you?
if no one's going to care?
Footsteps.
Falling faster than your tears.
Pounding on the cement,
only sound louder is your heart.
Breath wheezing,
sense leaving,
panic creeping.
Do all these houses look the same,
or have I been
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Which is better? The enemy you know or the one you don't, is ignorance truly blissful or do we seek simply solitude from persecution?
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i love the descriptiveness of the metaphors, there beasttt