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Kingdom
The sounds of the heavy steps echo
Barricaded windows with paper black
Peering, sees this the eyes of a curious child
Marching in prefect queues
Are uniforms and boots
They march through the midnight blue
Winning some
Loosing too
They walk with clenched fists  
Thumb inside with shoulders at par
Praying silently through parched throats
Chapped lips, wanting liquor
Look and see
There are chinks in their armors
Invisible yet fatal to their powers  
Were trained hard still they falter
Shooting their father's friend's sons and daughters
Decimation overtakes
Sunlight marks no morning
No light enlightening
Deadly silence rules the graves
Whistling long filled the air
Deaf to sound of the other beings
Home lost to all
Home does not survive
Heart no heart
The brave all gone
Sooner or later the vapors rise
And the spirits are looking upward
But
With the guns in their back pockets
The boots still await their orders
Time moves in sluggish behavior
Testing the patience of those hoping
Un
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Literature
12Days
First day is when I woke up
In the cold cold cellar  
Second day is when the shackles clanged and banged
Third day is when I saw darkness descend
Fourth is the day I forgot
Fifth is the day I ate dead rats
Sixth is the day I cried
Seventh morning is when my blood ran
Eighth night it still ran
Like the dried fluid sticking to my skin
Ninth day is when they prepped me,
Stuffed me for lunch
Tenth day I was torn apart
The beasts were fed
Alongside the shadows bread
Eleventh day I was healed,  
I was stitched up and soap was rubbed till the scars could not be seen
Twelfth is the day it happened all over again
Round and round
Oh how I lament my mistakes
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Literature
Overdose
Since he couldn't find a way out
He took a pill
He liked the taste
And took some more
Look there!
Now he's lying dead on the floor
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Literature
GRACE
She walked elegantly
With her head held high
Her eyes were ice cold
Yet warm like the ocean wide
The jewel crown
Once upon a time
Sat upon her head
For she
She was the Northern King's golden wife
Raised in the wild
Her destiny was prophesied
Her rise,  her fall
The Seer foresaw it all
Undeterred
She trained
In scorching heat of May
And knee deep in the chilly Lake
Bow and arrow
Dagger and sword
She conquered
Anyone who crossed her path
She wore a flowy gown
Like the princess she was
Yet fought like a nation's son
Like she was
Her brethren looked down on her
So she surpassed and gained the highest mark
Today,  her spirit
She runs free
Looking for hunters like her to teach
She finds peace
When the stars honor her
Tonight and every night
Ever since
Her last fight
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Literature
Suicide
Shattered glass
Broken on the floor
Crying in the corner
Becomes the norm
Tears fall
Scream out
Someone let these words out
Open the door
See through the dark
Hope for hope
Still get none
Left all alone
Fire's all out
Sheets blooded
Hands blood red
Noose hangs
Heart pangs
Pause the film
Slow down
Loop round and round
Head spins
Falling to the ground
Dead eyes
Gold lies
Realise
Kill yourself
And be free tonight
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Literature
BROKEN
Save me from this house
I wished upon a shooting star
Family this no longer is
A Dueling arena is what it's become
The strong survive
The weak die
I have everything
But then I have nothing
It's all in my reach
Yet I can't see
A blind man walking
Should be better used
I wish for a home and not a house
I wish for unity and not pieces of shattered glass
I don't know what to do
If I had a disease
Maybe that'll bring them through
One cares while the other doesn't
The lines between them blur
Was it always this bad
It has had to be better
For of this what it was
Flame is less fickle
Time has ravaged us to become harsher faster stronger
But what is strength
Without love
My mind spins
It asks
What's love
How to answer
What to answer
Is it the scars the map her body?
Is it his drunken eyes?
Is it the way they smile apart?
Or the way they tear together?
One day I'll find someone too
But now I'm scared
Will we treat each other this way?
And again and again
These questions go around my head
Over my
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Literature
Heart of gold
The dreams remained dreams nothing ever became reality.  She couldn't stand the world.  The world which was cruel.  She left her home thinking of the new opportunities that were to come her way.  But that's not how it is.  Too many people far less jobs.  Her childish fantasies are no longer with her they flew away to fill up some other small girl's mind.  Keeping herself together became difficult .  Paying rent became a problem and being homeless was a regular occurrence.  For some time she held on to hope to her dreams she enjoyed life accepted it the way it was given to her.  But as time went on it became pointless. Scavenging for something to eat.  Sleeping on the street.  Life is tough.  She tried to return home but she wasn't welcome "All your siblings are successful why aren't you".  Those judgemental and harsh words weighed heavily on her shoulders.
Her clothes were ripped and her wallet only had change in it.
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Literature
World we know
The light is dark
The fire is bright
And happiness
Is a box full of lies
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Literature
SATAN'S SOUL
The Dark Angel finds his prey
His prowess in war gives him his name
His only companions
Are the howling ghosts
His wolves His tools of hunting shadows
He licks his lips
He twists his emerald set ring
He is hungry
But He waits patiently
His eyes are gold
His hair bold
His lust so deep
It soaks Him
From His pretty head to His ugly soul
His black clothes and lion coat
Make Him the emperor  
Who struck the sixteenth note
His hand rests upon his Bow and his silver arrow
Ready to pounce  
Ready to slice
Biding the moment
Calling time
Some know Him as the Devils crown  
Others call Him the bane of the town
But He is an obscurity
An enigma
He's Neither here nor there
He moves as if He is one with the trees
He moves quite as the wind
Here in the darkness
Atop the mountain hill
Sits quietly
The lone stranger
Waiting for His next kill  
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Literature
Mistakes
Haven't talked in decades
Because of one mistake that we made
One fall one slip
We should have fought it
Nothing left to share
Everything has been made bare
We knew ourselves front and back
Yet we found ourselves crying in the shack
Ugly sides were left behind
Forgotten with time
And love,
Love was all we ever had
But it was left open and cast aside in the wild
The Ticking clocks devoured it
Underneath a starry dark night
Leaving pieces of a glass heart beneath the open sky
Now the only one  link I have with you
Is one I rather not bear
It's what I'd rather severe
Because it caused pain and hurt
Well love,
Guess the angel wings
Were never meant for us
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Literature
Pretty Hurts(?)
Nail Polish lipstick and Blush
Can only cover your outer scars up
It cannot hide what's really inside
Nor can it show how you've grown
Into
A woman whose insecure and alone
Cutting off the circulation
Giving in to your own depreciation
Your thick eyelashes
Are just a fake
Bigger than your plumped up lips
Lesser than your new fat hips
The killer is you
But so is the killed
Maybe next time you wouldn't take the pill
Curl your hair
Or wear skin tight jeans
It's the brains and not the hairless white pale legs
That matters to makers of the green paper
So be completely honest
With yourself and you'll see
That
You don't need a concealer
What you really need is a healer
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Literature
Preemptive Panic Attacks
Preemptive panic attacks
Adrenaline pumping, no pain
I can't feel anything save for lust
Violence then I relax
Back to the dungeon, rest my brain
Like a chancellor sowing distrust
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Literature
Anxiety
Anxiety.
This is my disease.
Indexed from A to Z.
Everything that slowly kills me.
Organised chaos,
as the winter rain runs down my skin.
A symphony of emotions,
coursing through my veins;
crippling all the love that I hold within.
Consciousness soothed,
by candle-light and flame,
not a worry to feed,
as I am momentarily tame.
Anxious words,
stuttered and stunted,
spoken like a warrior,
aware he's being hunted.
Serenity lies beneath the waves.
A solitude fortress awaits,
at the end of my days.
Anxiety no more.
Soon to be extinct.
Soon;
to be rid of your deceptive ways.
Soon;
clearly I shall, be able think.
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Literature
Queen of Beasts
The clan's matriarch
Hunts more than she scavenges
From dusk until dawn
Unrecognized bravery
Scaring away the lions
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Little Love...II :iconrockgem:rockgem 4 0 Nap Time :iconsaracaa:Saracaa 92 17
Literature
sudden collapse of the integers
the day becomes an hour
becomes a pomegranate moon, dangling on
before and after little oceans, the imperfect domain
of memory; vivid colored birds
singing Sunday roars of time (and a time after)
and the future rises hushed
over the edges of a mountain- it was there
before we knew it
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Literature
Entry #12: Rambling in a Hospital Bed
After my electrocution, Andre was standing over me in my living room. He said I left the door open. He also said that my full coffee mug was standing guard outside my apartment and had gone cold.
He was going to leave it on top of the Woman in the Television before he saw me sprawled on the floor. He watched me for a good thirty minutes before attempting to wake me up. The real reason he stepped in was because he wanted me to try out his caramel crumble and it was best eaten straight out the oven.
We had a good chat for five minutes apparently. I can’t recall the details but Andre said it had something to do with kittens and the latest movie releases. The conversation was cut short by my repeated losses of consciousness.  
He ended up driving me to the  hospital. He’s a very nice guy actually. He tried to keep me calm with random trivia. Did you know that, on average, heart attacks are more likely to occur on a Monday? It was comforting to know that my impending d
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Literature
ten things about us
i.
shes a trick of the light; beams at me
aimlessly and tips back onto the carpet floor
the fibers scratch my knees as i hover 
ii.
we were drunk on the couch - pasta and pinot noir
i topple tipsy, on top of her
iii.
she crumples her napkins and i fold them neatly -
bitten fingernails catch in the seams of my heart
iv.
im a mess around her
flyaways and the buttons of my shirt are 
mismatched, like you and me
she laughs and smooths down all of my crinkles 
inside and out
v.
i asked her to put me back together 
while her ears were plugged with sleep
vi.
i trace the shape of the air with my palm
as she speeds down the four-oh-five
im still a little lost when i look at her
vii.
she takes what she can get in butterfly touches and
i skim my eyes over her in guilty fascination 
the skin of her stomach ridged with shimmering stripes
beckons to me and i bite my lip in frustration 
viii.
and i know im asking so much of her, that 
she can love me as hard as she
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The sounds of the heavy steps echo
Barricaded windows with paper black
Peering, sees this the eyes of a curious child
Marching in prefect queues
Are uniforms and boots
They march through the midnight blue
Winning some
Loosing too

They walk with clenched fists  
Thumb inside with shoulders at par
Praying silently through parched throats
Chapped lips, wanting liquor
Look and see
There are chinks in their armors
Invisible yet fatal to their powers  
Were trained hard still they falter
Shooting their father's friend's sons and daughters

Decimation overtakes
Sunlight marks no morning
No light enlightening
Deadly silence rules the graves
Whistling long filled the air
Deaf to sound of the other beings
Home lost to all
Home does not survive
Heart no heart
The brave all gone
Sooner or later the vapors rise
And the spirits are looking upward
But
With the guns in their back pockets
The boots still await their orders

Time moves in sluggish behavior
Testing the patience of those hoping
Unhealthy pallor spreads over tired families face
Despite,  
Languor of the widowed wives
Crying of the babe wanting change
Goes on and on
Just like the woebegone war

One day the Phoenix with the burning feathers
Will fall through the darkened clouds
The thunder will roar
And the stars will be honored
Know the cemetery shall
See no land left without stones carved and turned
But no matter what
The ephemeral solider moves dead on  
Kingdom
For all those who fight our wars
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First day is when I woke up
In the cold cold cellar  
Second day is when the shackles clanged and banged
Third day is when I saw darkness descend
Fourth is the day I forgot
Fifth is the day I ate dead rats
Sixth is the day I cried
Seventh morning is when my blood ran
Eighth night it still ran
Like the dried fluid sticking to my skin
Ninth day is when they prepped me,
Stuffed me for lunch
Tenth day I was torn apart
The beasts were fed
Alongside the shadows bread
Eleventh day I was healed,  
I was stitched up and soap was rubbed till the scars could not be seen
Twelfth is the day it happened all over again
Round and round
Oh how I lament my mistakes
Since he couldn't find a way out
He took a pill
He liked the taste
And took some more
Look there!
Now he's lying dead on the floor
Overdose
Sometimes I wonder if all I can write is bad stuff kinda makes me question why I write
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She walked elegantly
With her head held high
Her eyes were ice cold
Yet warm like the ocean wide
The jewel crown
Once upon a time
Sat upon her head
For she
She was the Northern King's golden wife
Raised in the wild
Her destiny was prophesied
Her rise,  her fall
The Seer foresaw it all
Undeterred
She trained
In scorching heat of May
And knee deep in the chilly Lake
Bow and arrow
Dagger and sword
She conquered
Anyone who crossed her path
She wore a flowy gown
Like the princess she was
Yet fought like a nation's son
Like she was
Her brethren looked down on her
So she surpassed and gained the highest mark
Today,  her spirit
She runs free
Looking for hunters like her to teach
She finds peace
When the stars honor her
Tonight and every night
Ever since
Her last fight
GRACE
The sister of satan
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