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The Moon In Winter's HandsUpon one winter night my feet went walking.
Upon a night my mind said with thought.

"A word.
Of two syllables
It had a start of Be
And ended with Why.

Wondrous
And
Wonderful
And
Wondering"

Whether or not I cared for a reply
My mind does not mind, and neither do I.

Continuing on
In such light which the moon kindly gives,
A light which we see in the eyes of lovers.
Upon my left which I prefer to right,
On this night,
I see a
Hesitant fox creep forward,
Sniff the air for the scent of danger
Frolicking in the moonlight,
Matted fur, a bright orange.
The young pup.

Eternally walking for only a night.
I looked away from t

Memories PastShe stands in the decrepit garden.
Her emaciated body, a skeleton, cracked leather clinging to it.
The white light from the moon reveals all the lines of her elderly face.
The deep lines in the ground mirror those of her face.

As she lifts her head to see the source of the silver light and casts her eyes upon the benign Moon. The Moon just continues its celestial dance, he never changes, he never stops. It's steady and preset movements cast defiance upon humanities fragility.

Her sunken face now stares coldly at the moon, her eyes show her despair.
As if the moon was the cruel reminder that time is unstoppable,
with the rising of the

Leaves of AutumnBright orange
Of the brilliant blaze
Which bursts from a tree
A fiery daze
And the beauty in death
Seen in the dying.

The leaves float softly and slowly down
Without utterance or sound
Silently falling to kiss the ground
To disappear into dust.

Above the cold cracked ground,
Above the cold gnarled gnawed roots,
Above the cold cruel light of the moon.
All is still.
All is silent.

A nightingale sings softly one last sad note,
Clear above the sounds of the night,
Clear above the cracking of leaves,
Clear above the howling of wolves.

A signal for the last breath before doom.
Before the last spark of flame is smothered in darkn

Remember meWhen my image begins to flicker in your memories,
a time when love has left you with uncertainties,
return to the fields planted with our seeds of passion,
come to the orchards and pluck its erotic fruit,
no longer let doubt starve you with its distraction,
graze in loves pasture listening to my sweet flute,
Let its melody make you see my natures serendipity,
open your eyes and discover my hearts credibility,
If you thirst for my love then drink from its spring,
dive into its depths and soak up its glorious divinity,
be its sweet nymph and for my soul shall you sing,
lock me away my Calypso in your hearts captivity,
imprison me de

Yellow Brick RoadWhen I think of all these eyes have seen
I know they've seen too much

Tin boxes built on whiskey bottles
With little voices all sewn shut
Angry tempers flare inside
Domestic violence erupts

But step outside
Only to find
the city eagerly awaits

Where merciless streets of urban decay
Exploit and devour the weak
Even when there's nothing to give
There's always something to take

Falling victim to the environment
Less you find an escape
Ending up in working class America
(Where the ends don't always meet)

Discovering the one you love
Shows colors of deceit
Finding dark places of the mind
Where you collapse in defeat

Until

Darkness ConsumptionYou lift the knife, becoming engulfed by the shadows around you

I step out from behind and push your arm down gently back onto the counter

"They want you to do that. Don't give into their demands. They are their wants, not yours"

You flinch at my touch and step away from me

Your face is covered by the blond hair which casts an eerie shadow where your eyes should be

You are not the person I love anymore

The darkness has consumed you

I am too late

My Sweeti saw you in my dreams, you see.
you looked me in the eyes. you said:

my dear,
lightning will strike, mountains will shake. the sky will cry salty tears of grief and never stop.
my dear,
the earth will buck beneath you. buildings will collapse and fires will burn.
my dear,
don't you know the world will end?

i saw you in my dreams, you see.
i looked you in the eyes. i said:

my sweet,
it matters not.

for my world ceased the instant the light left your eyes.

I Love YouI see you laugh

I see you cry

I see you look deep into my eyes

You grasp my hand

Your eyes are glowing

You are the only thing that keeps me going

Love has found a way

Into you

Into me

And I wouldn't have it any other way

I love you

From, Me

As I Sat On Bagged BeansHe drew in air with a silken pen
As ink embraced bleached walls
Flowing forth, entering halls
Calling outward for his comedienne.

Loftily she spoke wherein words
Opened all thought, awakening desire,
Arising from the stupor and mire
Releasing joy to wing clipped birds.

Engaging in wit and wilful abandonment
While clouds gathered to listen in
At the revellers caged within.
Clouds growing ever more content.

Though joy grows dull to those endowed,
For even little Boatswain
Faded away, and grew to wane,
And so he went back to his shroud.

To which he took up his pen
As if to start, yet again.

Missing YouI don't think you miss me
Not as much as I miss you
It's impossible
You can't
You made me forget him
You still are
When I'm away,
I feel sad
Guilt
But together,
Feelings impossible to come by overwhelm me
It's pure joy
Something I haven't experienced in a few months
It's a drug
A drug that's impossible to forget
I've told you it's like quitting cold turkey
Well it's more than that
I need you in my life
Hugging you makes my day
But then you leave
Causing deep sadness to flow through me
I can't take it
Texting you,
It's fantastic
You text back
A thrill comes to my body
But then the conversation ends…
And it hurts

She and He love something...He is laid-back (moneyless),
affable (senseless).

She is schizophrenic (paranoid),
superficial (overjoyed).

He is in love with lying about being in love.

And she is in love with crying,
because she knows there is no use in trying.

She is tangible (beautiful),
He is imperceptible (scornful).

They are perfectly deplorable
and right for eachother,
people say they are so adorable.

So in love with something,
lying and cheating
maybe crying and beatings.

He and She.
She and He.

They are in love with something.

Wind In Your HairDancing in the cool grass on a moonlit night
With the howling wind in your hair,
Twirling, shining in the silver light,
Though the chill bites we do not care.
Such moments of revelry and joyous sight.
Watching the fast paced dance unaware
Of the world around, no thought of worry or plight.
Smoke and embers high in the air,
The reddest fire can only excite.
Such moments are so rare,
To lose yourself from what is wrong and right.
To continually dance without a care.
To give yourself up to the joy of the night.
Others can only sit and stare.
A hedonistic rite.

Where She's NotShe's not at the bottom of my cereal bowl
But I'll eat it all the same
Just because I get to think of her
And the way she smelled of sugar

She's not between the pages of this book
But I'll read it all the same
Just because I get to imagine her
And the way she was always my hero

She's not along this sunny street
But I'll walk it all the same
Just because I get to feel her
And the way she was warm, like summer

She's not in the spaces between the stars
But I'll gaze all the same
Just because I get to see her
And the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled

I always loved her smile.

I won't find her in these distractions
But I'll s

As the night goes onThe night goes on
and the waitress gets
more pretty

The night goes on
and the room starts dancing

The night goes on
we become petty

The night goes on
and our heads start prancing

The night goes on
and we think we're witty

The night goes on
and our drinks start splashing

Getting out of the bear trap
for just a while,
We'll drink to forget this trial
As our eyes begin to fog
We slowly dissolve into dogs

As we become older
our stories become bolder

As we turn into dogs
the waitress becomes less homely

As the night goes on
the old man bursts into song
about the homely womans' bloomers

Later or sooner
we all get together

AcceptanceWithin the span of one long day.
When kind word none,
does come your way.
Children of men
no gentle faces,
give you naught
of spoken graces.
Things you feel
--unfairly dismissed.
The killing words,
cannot resist.

No safe haven comes to light.
All is fair
for those with might.
The pain you feel so deep inside.
The loneliness,
does like to hide.
Carelessly, it weighs your soul.
Its emptiness,
so black and bold.

Be not unique,
a brazen spirit!
For all will shun
and few revere it.
Hope comes last
or not at all
But dare you must,
the hurtful fall.

Know that many walk the road
and find the peace
that was f

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It's All That Will Remain

by ~Svening-Way, Aug 14, 2010, 8:20:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I sit and stare at a decreased horizon
Mocked by improvement,
Devoured by development.

I sit and stare at the grass, once so green
Now yellow, as the light from dusk
mixes with light from the street lamps,
The cold sentinels, lining the streets.

I sit on an island of life,
designed for aesthetics,
I stare at the advancing
Stone and tar
Hungry for more.

A last refuge for life,
In the cities of the dead.

It's All That Will Remainby ~Svening-Way

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~007Balel Dec 27, 2010 Student Writer

This is amazing.
It reminds me about a time where civilization ends.
I love the imagery you used.
Well done

~Svening-Way Dec 27, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

Thanks for the feedback

~007Balel Dec 28, 2010 Student Writer

~aspired2inspire Dec 20, 2010

Simply amazing.

~Svening-Way Dec 21, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

Thanks

~Aeolian-Wisp Dec 13, 2010

Very nice work. I really adore the last stanza.

"A last refuge for life,
In the cities of the dead"

It's really very beautiful and ends the poem on such a wonderful note.

~Svening-Way Dec 13, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

Thanks

!calming-exhale Dec 8, 2010

wow.. this is really good.

~Svening-Way Dec 8, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

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~ellamarie25 Dec 6, 2010

the words just flow, naturally..
this is really nice.

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