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Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:08 am

Intrinsic status, life torn, repaired, patched up like blankets,
feathers flying around room, holes,
juggling life; a modern man, holy or not, the tank frets,
whether or not the boundless tomb holds,
the status remains. unbeknownst except for few,
unsettled the rhythm; a clock ticking, time, hour,
minute, second, the lost scream NO! but noones listening,
holding on the time ticks on. forever passing. forever and ever.

"Pitiful" echoes the voice in my head.
Stress, tension, strength...
Killing calamities coldly, calculating, concentrating,
reflecting refferendums of roaming rogues,

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:08 am

passed windows a dark path ahead, trees bent, light failing,
footstep by footstep, along and along we go,
till a luminescent side alley, left,
along further, green illuminating leaves, twigs,
then a clearing, sat beneath the eaves of an oak,
the meditating one allures,
"peace," dreamily stated, "love," and "understanding,"

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:09 am

Theological Altercation

Suggesting a succubus or a source
realapsing life on a regular resource,
limped, leggless, a lengthy lupin.
Mores the pity to pretend potentially,
that nobodys land is normal to nomads,
genecide generally defines gorgeous,
forgetting the farce of fragility frought
the opened to oppose originality, open,
before brevity brings a bonifide being,
to the reckoning, retaliating reformed,
justified by a jovial jack of hearts,
these parts of a provocative art partaken,
unified unintentional upset of the usual,
indecisional intent from the inside pool,
killing krux of a kaliedascope existence,
enough of the eulogic ensuing of effluence,
dredges diligent of the darkened duality,
attention on the assurance of absolute.
searching for a soul of singular sense,
voltage viralent of a vice vantage,
worrying the way of weary wanting,
how the homage of a helix is harrowing
and what of the one?

Folding Recluse
Cold Monday spurts the midnight back,
ultima hora ringing true on tangled heath,
a single, silent candle, a pindot in black,
in a sea of darkness, an escape with teeth.

Incomplete walls, grimey, even in this light,
asleep lies my lady, sweet dreadlocked hair,
floor bare concrete, her quilt wrapped tight,
rousing her, whispers from my broken chair.

Startled, she shivers, inside she screams,
vacuum eyes, a dim hope behind teems,
burying hunger, I produce pitiful pickings,
beaming, she holds me, braying nothings.

Endless nights, it seems, we’ve endured,
huddled, our bubble, our magic doubled,
forever deleted from the sight of the cured,
we’re never scene/seen, so we’re never troubled.

Introspective Drama

Politics and farcities of the unhelpful odds are matched twice.
The Monet of writing sits at his desk and imagines nothing,
his watch ticking, his thumbs twiddling and his eyes blank and staring.

Lost in contemplation of the work ahead, he stares into space and attempts to achieve
a longing to create, to inform, to calculate a formula for the best poetry
ever written.

But alas, the calculation seems endless and eventually he tires, retires,
His pillow hard and uncomforting, he smells like tin, copper and camphor.
His eyes blue and forboding as he tries to find incentive... to write.

To become lost in a world of imaginings and clever wit.

To inform the inevitably ignorant and to create a personal realm.

To be beyond the pain of being a man.

Thus he lies awake, his watch ticking, and eventually he sleeps.
He dreams of drugs and booze and toilets, no light will he find in his slumber,
but yet a yearning.

To be beyond the pain of being a man.

Thus he wakes, a shaky cold sweat dripping from his brow.
He has the answer. Metaphor and simile dance for him.
onimatopaea, alliteration and assonance rejoice with him. Many poetic devices ask him to be seen.

To be beyond the pain of being a man.

This, the Monet of writing, finally finds the peace that lies beyond the pain of being a man,
in his art.

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:10 am

posted like all my work on this site now

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:16 am

a lost cause.
Go ahead, theres things you step on but above is sky,
demons adhere to your fear and feed, but GOD BLESS you,
hope, peace and good health to you. the answer lies with you.
the scars show, the overdoses make you worse.
wanting, desiring, things of the world.
all you need is to love you. to love you. to love you.

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:29 am

Crisp.

Likening lies upon moore, last nude skewed,
darkening hour, again, steeling against, distant night.
the dog stirs, as the stars gleam bright,
reigning sounds, solutions holding tightly to a world long gone...
numb. all empty, distant, I sit with purpose.
my passion; words endless.
my diction, distance, destruction.
rosebushes allure a scent sour, verisimilitude,
seems winter teems frost,
opening suggestion, I await beautiful day, grey,
lover's kiss lounged upon my face, stoney, unsympathetic,
deeply succinct...
(more to come)

Dredmelkor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Dredmelkor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:31 am

if any of this helps anyone, at least entertains them, then I'm joyful and you're welcome!

VirgoChild06
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby VirgoChild06 » Sat May 30, 2015 11:03 pm

See, my life was perfect.
Until one day I felt worthless.
People started to neglect me,
Myself and I lost myself respect.
I was a flower, waiting to bloom.
I am now withered, hoping to resume
My life, my peace, my inner self.
They use me, abuse me, control me,
Bruise me, eternally. Confuse me.
Seduce me then refuse me.
My dignity now leaves me.
Head in my hand, trying to understand
Why I am the person I am.
Once a flower, now Im withered.
All the lies a shadow has whispered.
I believed more than I could ever imagine.
But that seemed to be a distraction.
A distraction for me to let my guard down.
They are laughing at me, because I am the clown.

blueskies
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby blueskies » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:36 am

Calm


If I could capture the feeling of calm. 
Carry it tight in the palm of my hand so it stays with me. 
Oh to wash in calm every morning and sleep in it night after night. 
Again and again, my life in a teacup without the storm. 
I'd paint it across my lips and varnish it onto my toes. 
Darken my lashes with peace. 
Step into the day without foreboding.

blueskies
Posts: 8
Joined: Fri Sep 06, 2013 12:36 pm

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby blueskies » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:36 am

Calm


If I could capture the feeling of calm. 
Carry it tight in the palm of my hand so it stays with me. 
Oh to wash in calm every morning and sleep in it night after night. 
Again and again, my life in a teacup without the storm. 
I'd paint it across my lips and varnish it onto my toes. 
Darken my lashes with peace. 
Step into the day without foreboding.


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