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When life is splitting at the seams
All you picture is negative scenes
It feels like your flame is going out
You find yourself overwhelmed by doubt
If the darkness has consumed you mind
And then warmth you want you cannot find
Take a moment just to stoke the flames
Don't become the one the devil tames
Negative thoughts will weigh you down
Cling to something strong so you don't drown
You're not always going to know what to do
Please let someone inside to provide rescue
The eyes of the devil may pierce your soul
At that moment you may lose all control
Everything you know may fall apart
Please withdraw to the fortress in someones heart
Despite all the chaos you're not on your own
Though it may seem like it you're never alone
I'll be there for you when you need someone strong
But to tell you the truth I've been here all along
All you picture is negative scenes
It feels like your flame is going out
You find yourself overwhelmed by doubt
If the darkness has consumed you mind
And then warmth you want you cannot find
Take a moment just to stoke the flames
Don't become the one the devil tames
Negative thoughts will weigh you down
Cling to something strong so you don't drown
You're not always going to know what to do
Please let someone inside to provide rescue
The eyes of the devil may pierce your soul
At that moment you may lose all control
Everything you know may fall apart
Please withdraw to the fortress in someones heart
Despite all the chaos you're not on your own
Though it may seem like it you're never alone
I'll be there for you when you need someone strong
But to tell you the truth I've been here all along
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
Something You Couldn't Stop
Sometimes when it's very dark, sometimes when the air becomes infected with deadly silence, sometimes when all I can feel is coldness and pain and sometimes when life seems to solidify into uncaring concrete, I hear your voice. Just yours, whispering into my ear.
And you only ever say two words.
"Carry on."
This murmur in my ear allows some light to filter in through the darkness, it shatters the silence, melts the ice, soothes away bitter pain and brings softness back into my world. Only these words are never true, they sound in my head but never in my ears. Because
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there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
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I've written this for someone close to me. They went through a horrible day yesterday, and since I'm a pretty good writer I thought I'd write something for them. Maybe it'll cheer them up? We'll see.
I was originally going to go with the title "Falling To Pieces".. but I felt "Eyes of the Devil" was a less cliche, and more interesting choice. Even though the poem itself doesn't really have any religious references. The devil refers to life, and to something dark and negative. Sometimes it just feels like something out there is making things fall apart, or like you've been cursed somehow. The reference is open to further interpretation of course.
The poem itself was interesting to write. I was able to start each sentence with a different word, which is always a goal for me. It forces me to use more words. It wasn't difficult to put together either, and unlike the last poem I uploaded.. returns to my regular style. At the end of the day, I'm quite happy with how it turned out.
I hope you like it.
I was originally going to go with the title "Falling To Pieces".. but I felt "Eyes of the Devil" was a less cliche, and more interesting choice. Even though the poem itself doesn't really have any religious references. The devil refers to life, and to something dark and negative. Sometimes it just feels like something out there is making things fall apart, or like you've been cursed somehow. The reference is open to further interpretation of course.
The poem itself was interesting to write. I was able to start each sentence with a different word, which is always a goal for me. It forces me to use more words. It wasn't difficult to put together either, and unlike the last poem I uploaded.. returns to my regular style. At the end of the day, I'm quite happy with how it turned out.
I hope you like it.
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Good Job! I love it when a poem comes together and connects well like yours. 