Okay, now I'm on the reincarnation of the poetry thread. Does this thread include songs that have something of a rhyme scheme, or is there a seperate thread?
I just thought I'd post a few different ones here. I have the tendancy to be long-winded when it comes to poetry, but I have some that are shorter, so I'll throw them out here. They'll vary greatly in style because I like to experiment (sometimes to my detriment). The places where I do not use capitalization are intentional. I've been on FictionPress (
my site)for over a year now but I'd like to get fresh thoughts from people who don't always read my work. I'll begin with an older one that won a poetry.com contest in the summer.
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"6 a.m."
When the shadowed veil of pain
Falls from sunlight’s dawn
Gently crushing mortal hopes and dreams,
Leaving on my heart a crimson stain
Bleeding my colors across an empty sky
Blinding stares caught on night’s last glare
All the dyes of life and truth showing lurid,
With no faith in daylight,
The contrast sharp against the sable shade
Still visible on the horizon of my soul.
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"dim light"
dim light (too bright)
in the (screaming) pages of my diary
my lust and my anger on the same sheet
my road (of thought) wandering, but free;
dancing across paper and my (black-lit) smile,
my emotions circle, my (deathly) words
spin(ing forever) in torpor-ific shame;
deadly hate and (more) deadly love,
pages calling (beloved) my undying name,
first kisses bitter(sweet)
last words’ misery and love (tainted)
white paper black words (together)
like myself and you, black and white (stained)
still spin(ing forever) in black-lit shame
pages of thought calling my name
(beloved)
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"Fatal Frailty"
I’m dark-shadowed, love, fluttering around your candle-flame –
A moth with singed wings unable to resist your glow
(Deadly attraction, but willing all the same):
Soft black night-wings trembling, cast shadows on the wall;
Your fire to meet perfection in my imperfect, fire-blinded sight
And it’s happily I wing my fragile way to your flickering light.
The tic-tock, tic-tock, of the clock is dangerous;
Every second, every tic, every tock, brings me closer -
Closer to the moment when I will sacrifice
My body and heart in your consuming blaze – Nearer,
And nearer still, to the instant of frailty
Where I will fall into your brightness, and linger,
Until your devouring flames engulf me;
And my ashes will crumble away from you,
Darker still than even my night-cloaked wings,
To fall, to collide with the wind, and be swept away
Into complete frailty, into nothingness.
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"Art"
I will draw us a picture
A darkened self-portrait of this
Knife-edged romance and the taste of your lips
I will paint all our colors
A darkened brilliance on pure-white canvas
Sacrificial suicide of hearts and your presence
I will sketch the outlines of love
A bleeding splash of unwritten words on my wrists
Crucifixion of myself to you and perfection with a twist
I will illustrate our story
A bleeding image of beauty that can't be missed
Concealing all in our love and the warmth of your kiss