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Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
At stubbornly clings to life

The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.

It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.

It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.

Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.

All I Will Ever BeThe fear that I let hold me back
Buried me in my shame
Desperately I waited for a second chance
But that chance never came

Small and helpless I glare at fear
As he stands looking down at me
If I let him continue to lead my life
This is all I will ever be

The Devil's WayMake a bargain, sell your soul.
Condemn it to the deepest hole
That ever came of fact or thought.
For such a price ought can be bought.
Just sign right here. This dotted line.
Cut the last ethereal twine
That ties your body and your mind.
Don't you wonder what you'll find?
Be free of all your earthly toil
And later you will surely boil
In tar as deep and thick as night
From which escapes no saving light.
So what's your choice? It's time to choose.
What will you gain? What will you lose?
Sign right here and you can say
"I lived my life the Devil's way".

Ocean's CallRays of the morning Sun tear the veil of mist
Ships slumber by the shores, waiting to be awoken
Ocean whispers while they slumber of her beauty unspoken
The wooden bodies by her waves are longfully kissed
The beacon closed her fiery eye, the Sun laid her to sleep
But the slumber of the ships will soon and slowly break
When the ships have spread their sails, then they'll be awake
Not because of the chiming bells, but by the Ocean's weep
And the arms of safe lands will not embrace them anymore
When they hearken Ocean's calls and her secrets hidden
One by one, they will leave their safest home - the shore
But perils lurk in dulcet calls of the Ocean so enchanting
Nevertheless, the ships will leave, for freedom is not forbidden
They shall sail forevermore, mesmerized by the eternal chanting

HeartHello, you’re new, shall I show you around?
You will feel at home here, I assure you,
You know this place, it is a sacred ground,
It may look cluttered but there’s room for two.

You will notice that there are just four rooms,
It seems ‘small’, but I choose to use ‘cosy’,
Left is cold, right is warm, by both life blooms,
Your bed is central, should you feel dozy.

You could stay forever, if it’s your will,
And I would like you to stay with me, please?
For now you are here to leave is to kill,
Keep my beating and fleeting heart at ease.

The broken cupThe broken cup does not signify much,
Other than I dropped it
and I ought to clean it up.

It is not an allegory
for my last relationship;
Just a gift from a friend
From which I liked to sip-

And there's coffee on the floor,
In the carpet, down my dress.
Does it have to be a metaphor
For me to be distressed?

Why can't we just drop
A damned cup of damned coffee,
Without it being a brooding realisation
Or a life-epiphany?

My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,
My palette dries in her wake,
Devoid of livelihood for now,
With dull words to fill my tray,
For now I paint a portrait,
With gray,

With no wings of my own,
I am yet to be grown,
For she alone floats me high,
She alone carries the brush;
Strokes colours unto the night,
Filling the empty artist with,
Her sweet kiss of silvery light.

So I lay now in wait,
Under rainbows left gray,
To taste the honey of her life,
Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,
Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,
Breathing into me a laced love letter,
Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.

Can't believe I couldI can't believe I could fall for you,
but I can't get rid of an impression,
you would understand meanders of my soul,
and take me safely home.

I can't believe I could think of you,
and I can't accept I could like your view,
but when it comes to the truth - I do,
and this complication is incredibly new.

A breakthrough giving rise to an new age,
before I fall offstage.

Drifting among the Spheres...Descending the stairs to the top of the tower,
I stumbled and sank in the sky;
From Venus to Yuggoth I rose like a cork,
Through the æther of Space I now fly...

From the light of Andromeda, crystalline-bright
To the uttermost distant of stars,
I must drift evermore on this eternal flight;
Farewell to Jupiter and Mars!

The Big Bang was merely one drop in the pail
Of Cosmoses unnumbered and vast...
As Infinity drowns in Eternity's depths,
So long will my great journey last.

Hadal OblivionFrom vastest depths of the forgetfulness,
The wail of the banished memories
Resounds, bouncing off invisible walls of nothingness,
And their painful intensity – sonance, greatly varies.
Oh, millions of darkest memories cast out
To oblivion, gently caressing them and yet...
They are starving; on the edge of life; bleeding out.
Although kept alive in emanation of agony, grief and hate.

Many want to banish those shards
of their lives. In the end - banishing themselves.

Stripped of those shards of glass, containing memories,
We are nothing – especially not humans. Without identity,
We may find ourselves lost in the overwhelming wor

Sexual AwakeningMy heart kept pumping
But it drowned in its blood
Waiting for someone
To save it from its flood

Yeah, I did that once
Now my patience is dead
I waited and waited
As my heart just bled

Now my patience is dead!

Now I paint the town red
With that sexy new paintbrush
I just met instead
To rephrase what I said
I paint it in my head
When I picture the masterpiece
We can create in my bed

I’m awaken by perfect chaos
Of tranquil vividness
I believe that this is the outcome
Of my restlessness
In silent chaos I’ll hunt down
The prey of exquisiteness

I’ll lure them in
As I prepare to entrap
Then go for the kill
And begin

The measure of the lost memoryAge is but a fraction,
But a story not yet told,
But a sentimental value,
But something we cannot hold.

Age impedes our victories,
Age stands in our way,
The young remain incapable,
And the old will seldom stay.

Age is not a birthday,
Not a frame of time from birth to death,
Not a number that can be ever told,
Not a number told on dying breath.

Age can not be measured,
For none can seem to find,
That age refers to the memory,
Of the thing within your mind.

And whence you forget what your mind holds,
The age is lost as well to the abyss,
And the hourglass drains the last grain of sand,
And the pure void, ensures pure bliss.

Just scaredYour words were scaring me,
What can i say?
Whatever it is, is nothing to stay,
Let me walk for that i shall,
I wont ever even be found.

ArtistWhat skill with your hand you do lightly draw,
connecting lines to form dazzling dreams,
without being able to make a flaw.

Sparks fly in your magic, persistant eyes,
creating a new world in your image,
with confidence that reaches new highs.

Your efforts always seem unrewarded,
the public turning a cold, blind eye,
with nothing to keep your ego fed.

But what dif'rent message is seen in scribes?
Nothing but a meaningless textbook here.
A school's reading has no creative vibes.

A generation that does not read out,
only wants to see words in the pictures,
though there are those who read Poe's works about.

Though literature can on

The Imperfect LineWritten by Josiah Shockency (JCS)

Life is an imperfect line,
We all have ups and downs,
Positives and negatives,
And even smiles and frowns…

It’s a pleasure to be born,
And your life’s a treasure,
But there are stains that won’t budge,
While having all pleasure…

ANGER! DEPRESSION! SADNESS!

Life, what is life anyway?
With all this love and hate,
Mixed together into one,
A huge stain on your plate…

JEALOUSY! STRESS FROM MADNESS!

With bullies in life of school,
Mugs and thugs in cold streets,
With enemies that lurk on,
Seeking for one’s defeats,

FEELING IGNORED! LOSING HOPE!

Bills to pay, mone

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Sine Qua NonRecognize me with a smile,
without which, I'd be lost.
Fixed by your eyes, so green,
without which, I couldn't be seen.
Decorate me with seedless necessities,
remedies I'd rather do without.

Remember me as I used to be,
without you or any real thing.
Pardoned, in name, but lacking a heart,
without which, I'd be better off.
Perforate me with your opinions,
as needless as needles without string.

Your skin is your disguise.
Your love is flawless in my eyes;
without which, I'd live forever in regret,
and forget what joy it brought.
Without which, I can never be.
Without which, I am not.

TotalityMy aching aches, when will it cease?
You'd probably tell me if you knew.
My puzzled mind is missing a piece.
I'm at a loss of what to do.
Bright moon, bright moon,
do away with this gloom,
sweep your light like a broom 'till it's gone.
Lover, come, lover, love me,
like the stars up above me,
usher in one more lovelier dawn.

My void is whole, how can that be?
You'd probably say it's all untrue.
My miserly need is too greedy to flee.
It only wants to be with you.
Blue June, blue June,
by the light of the moon,
take me away from this tomb of despair.
Lover, love me, lover, leave me,
I know you love to bereave me,
you complete

Pathways Paved With DoubtAre we thinking in color?
Are we afraid of the dark?
Are we unwilling to consider?
Are we ready for tomorrow?
Are we lacking medication?
Are we driving way too fast?
Do we move ahead or does the world move behind our backs?

Are we as high as it gets?
Are we as low as we can go?
Are we fashioned to pretend?
Are we addicted to division?
Are we keeping all our secrets?
Are we on the right tracks?
Do we float above or does the world float behind our backs?

Did reason ever trod on pathways paved with doubt?
Did I fall asleep or did the lights go out?

Live and Let SufferHow could Fate be so cruel and mean?
Mistakes are made, consequences unforseen.
Live and let suffer,
Life only gets tougher.
Thank God that spilt milk is easy to clean.

MiasmaI've witnessed the subtle hold
of loosely-laced lucidity,
damaged hands
that can't manage such demands,
and it makes me laugh.
I've never seen my other eye
without looking at myself,
and the sight of me is so cumbersome.

I've witnessed lists of words unspoken,
without a book to teach myself how to read.
I've been under the influence of the underused,
with no leg room to hold myself in.
I'd rather have a heart-attack than love you,
because sorrow doesn't match my eyes.
I've compiled a pile of loosely-laced futility
to impress you
and compress you
into something I can control.

Shallow SleepThere's a coldness where I once held
fast to Life,
on a lonely port where I never said a word.
Where fingers pointed away from guilt,
accusations built out of toothpicks.
And beneath the planks I cradled when
I was too weak to stand
lies a shallow pool of dreams.
Discarded visions used as bait
when odd men fished for prosperity,
but the line was never taut,
I guess the fish forgot.

There's a coldness where I once
used to sleep,
on a splinter too dull to draw blood.
Where I held fast to the things of the past,
too cold to feel the dreams slip away from me.

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by ~SedahLiah, Dec 8, 2012, 2:32:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

How curious, a dusk of doubt
That loosens boyish light,
So clear a splendor lit about
The plain, rainladen night,
And yet again the grimy choice
'Tween wayward paths or weary voice,
And yet again
And yet, again,
A mocking laugh amid the noise.

My heavy tongue, its essence low,
Still speaks the same of you,
The passing of a beauty, oh,
Such an awful avenue
That memory, the city wide
With youth and heart, what could have died?
That memory,
That memory
That stung its monkish pride.

There's a road unmapped, a widewinged stretch
Against the gray and bloodless sky,
It bends and bows, uncertain steps - an etch
Of some echo that cannot die.
I'll chase it down through flowy prose,
To read of its feeling beneath the toes,
I'll chase it down,
I'll chase it down
And not care where it goes.

Seeking An Alternate Cementby ~SedahLiah

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 ~SedahLiah

Day 5 of DFC 2012: Trijan Refrain, Theme - Chasing Pavements

*rlkirkland Dec 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Pleasing and melodic result.

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