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Through an Angel's Eye
Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.
Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.
I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.
I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.
Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.
The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.
Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
A Poem for LokiRhyming is hard
Just so you know
But for a friend
I'm giving it a go
His name is Loki
From Scotland, of course
Today is his birthday
I heard from a source
Plays Pokemon for fun
and Nuzlockes them too
Though one in particular
Might need a redo
His adventure in Hoenn
Was not quite grand
Many comrades died
Of course, not planned
But in the end he won
With a badass team
Including a Mightyena
Who reigned supreme
Not forgetting Mad6
Who replaced 5 before him
His chances of survival
Were really quite slim
And then there was Boom
Who exploded with glee
Against a troll Milotic
We won't forget thee
Tittypank is next
In the list of honours
ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.
If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.
Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.
So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.
Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.
But even as you join in
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...
Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.
EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.
Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.
His hair was that of blonde,
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.
His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.
One that the dictionary cannot confirm.
Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.
An Aching NeedAn Aching Need
This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.
I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.
The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.
They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.
My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.
Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.
Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.
And even though I thought myself
A man such as meHow do you think it would be,
to be like a man such as me?
Copper mane unkempt, unruly, distort,
from showers too long and sleep too short.
Eyes darting erratically, vibrant and blue,
sunken in purple pits, looking blackened and bruised.
A nose, big and red, once hit with a bat,
a maw full of teeth, yellowed, crooked and that.
A beard full and lush, fit for a king,
(one I should trim one evening...)
Betwixt my shoulders lies a beating heart
one which stirs for music, words and art,
one which constantly yearns for intimate love,
but is under command by the grey matter above.
A pair of lungs, tightly restricted by my bulk,
only shallow breath
SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreams
Falling through its open seams
Caving into unsure grounds
In a dream where fear abounds
Tightrope nerves are torn right through
All the facts become untrue
Screams are muted and lost midway
Still terror exists to my dismay
Faces change the closer I peer
The way I feel becomes unclear
And in the end I know it's fake
The pivotal moment when I awake
But still disturbed and afraid to dream
I wonder if they are at all what they seem
So I close my eyes and there you are
Staring at me looking bizarre
You told me you were there for me
To fight off the frauds valiantly
Trusting you I did what you said
I unmasked the
What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
The stench and reek of lonliness
Surpasses that of death
Even if the life is beautiful
It suffocates the breath
The choking feeling in the throat
Like drowning in your self
Choking on lonely bile
A knife could cut in half
Lying used on a rocky point
Surrounded by the sea
Might as well
Let the ocean have you
FROM THE LONLINESS YOU'RE FREE
The rain is such a pretty thing
Like tears from some god
The drops in every echo ring
While the head begins to nod
In tune to the beating of the rain
Close the eyes and forget the day
Forget the world has gone insane
Rest to the drops of the rain's play
In the rain I dream of you
Each cadance a beat of memory
Every truth in clear water blue
My dream not obligatory
good byeOn the edge of tears
His last and only word to the world
"I don't care anymore"
The pit in his belly
Opening like a cavernous maw
A pair of eyes in the dark
As he hide within himself
He doesn't care anymore
Every promise, every truth
Never meant a thing
To anyone but himself
He remembers every love
And can't outgrow the pains
Forever tortured by the thoughts
"Of what if I did this?"
He curses the world
They won't remember him
He will speak to no one
Not much trouble there
No one speaks to him
LiveTake in the breeze of a summer night
Feel the cool wind in your hair
Shudder at the chill of pale moon light
Forget all worry and care
Be at peace with earth and soil
And the sweet smells of life
The green of living things in toil
Know not pain or strife
To feel all this on a summer evening
Is to know truly how tow to live
To love the life in moonlights revealing
Is alot for us to give
dreaming loveThe haunting of a withered heart
Is not done in contempt
For loves lurking in the dark
Do withered lovers tempt
The wraith hiding in the soul
Does beckon one to dream
Of holds and hugs and kisses
Denying a silent scream
Give in they say and come to stay
Stay in love forever
Never leave the side of love
Or dare never remember
AwayI built a bridge from you to me
A bridge that spanned across the sea
To witt for us to meet half way
But you chose to sail away
I built a castle made of my bones
The last thing anyone ever owns
Built so we could touch the sky
But away you chose to jump and fly
I built a world from soul and mind
So both our worlds together'd bind
Forever lost in each other's gaze
But away you brought its end of days
Alone I build this little rhyme
Reflecting on our long gone time
Time that we both knowing lack
So away you go no looking back
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More