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Cry of the Harpy.

Fog covered roads lead me out of sight.
Covered in madness and covered in sorrow,
They cry out from the abyss. Long away;
Out of sight; never to be understood.

Harpies fly within,
Screeching and hollering;
Attacking the fog.
Never do they rest.

The fog attacks the cannons,
As it echoes its name.
Closing in on light,
Making it turn dark and gray.

The harpies grow weary
And become cannibals.
Blood splatters along the cannon walls.
As shadows are shown of "Vultures."

The fog lingers along,
Leaving a dense feeling of sadness,
As rain falls over the battlefield
And as life slowly dissolves in this place of madness.
 
The Grudge of an Uncertain One.

Dark if night..
Light of day..
Darkness within, no light in.
Out comes the betrayer.

Out comes the Devil.
In a series of Dark tunnels.
In a series of mountains.
Out comes death.

Out comes the Demon.
Fury with no passion.
Fiery pits of Hell.
Out comes the Devil.

The Devil.
Oh... The Devil.
The betrayer.
Oh.. the betrayer.

He's out to get you.
Yes, out to get you!

Here comes the Devil.
Yes, here comes the Devil.
The betrayer; the demon.

With claws made of iron.
With fury red eyes.
Here comes the Devil.
The betrayer; the Demon.
The Lord of Death.

The scythe; the sphere.
The bat-like wings.
Combined into one.
The Devil.. The Devil.

Satan; Lucifer
Once beautiful and great...

Vengeance; vengeance.
Vengeance on the Lord!

Behold the Grudge.
The grudge ..
The grudge of the Devil.
Bigger and bigger it gets.
The hateful grudge.

The grudge that has ruined him.
He is a slave.
A slave of his own grudge.
The Devil's Grudge.

Here comes the betrayer;
The demon; The Devil himself.
Claws of deadly poison.
Eyes of nightmares.
Wings of fear.

The Devil!
Oh.. the Devil.
The Devil is what you see!
He faces you...
In front of you..

The Demon; the Betrayer,
Lord of Death.
The once almighty Lucifer.
The slave; The Devil.

That is what he is.
The Destroyer; The sorrow.
The pain.
It's all part of his dirty trick.

The Grudge's dirty trick..
Like playing a game.. he wants to win.

__________

THE DEVIL HAS COME AND WON.
 
"Where I'm From"

I am from the small rounded plains, with the levy's ferryboat blowing its engine.
I am from the morning's cartoons, and
the sounds of sleep.
I am from the night's bats, flying and flapping wings.
Eating insects; not showing themselves in the little street lights.
I am from the sounds of music, blowing
out my speakers, as if trying to catch the whole world's attention.
Either loud and screaming
Or to soft and dreaming, music vibrates in my room.

I am from that small military base, running with my
neighborhood friends. Sometimes laughing
with the neighborhood ghosts. I am from
the small unknown place, surrounded by
the gates, until that of the moving adventure.

Now I am from the small town of Tioga, in the north,
Where I had my seventh birthday in that little
Place of Chuckey's Cheeses. Soon enough
Making awesome dorky friends!
I am from the laughs and memories,
Sharing and having. Playing video games
And drawing. I am from the nights
At the skating rink, hanging with my friends,
And sliding on the wooden floor with our socks;
Listening to the bands play at the back of the rink.
Soon we would stand and gather around the bands,
Cheering them on. Sometimes feeling drunk
From the loud music and all the energy drinks.

I am from the small mall hanging with
My sister and sometimes going there
With one of my friends. Holding hands,
We would share our views. I am from
The ping-pong battles, watching, awing, my
Friends going at it with one another.
Yet, I am also from that hill, where I would
Roll down it with a friend or two. Sometimes
Watching the cars go by on that little back road,
But beyond it we could see the highway.

I am from the role-plays and stories thought up
By all of us. From the Mecha Con to arcades.
I am from that small group of dorks, that I still, and
Will, always call friends. From having pizza,
To watching anime, to playing stick ball,
To Sharing laughs and pleasure, dressing up as characters
To teasing one another.
This is where I'm from.
 
Questions of oblivion.
From dawn to dusk,
Night and Day.
Forever and tomorrow.

Alive from the ashes,
Yet, gone without a word.
Living and nonliving.
A mix of words.

Death of memories.
Left today; back tomorrow.
Silence of life.
To feel alive and free.

Banished souls,
Screaming from Hell.
Left without a good-bye.
To die in guilt.

Born again.
Happy and beautiful.
With a smile upon the lips,
And a laugh of Love.
 
"It is called Language"

The cry echoes. it flutters through the rocky mountains.
A bird's wings are knocked out of balance.
It screeches as it falls out the sky.
Its body flattens on the ground.

The screech of the bird echoes through the mountain.
It runs through the valley and spreads in a horse's mane.
The horse goes crazy and goes out of control.
It dies on the hill. The sound of its hooves goes through the land.

The dirt carries the sound.
The sound is brought through the skies.
It then goes under the earth and out a volcano.
Out the volcano is all the sounds.

The sounds and cries run through the air.
They become one.
Making a roar and spreading wide.
Creatures hide themselves.

They vanish and never come out.
The sounds keep traveling.
They end up in vast lands.

There, they reach the ears.
The ears of unknown creatures.
They stare at one another.

They all get scared.
Until one tries to copy the sounds.
It comes out different, yet unique.
The others then try to copy him.

Many come out different.
Some came out the same.
But yet, they took this as offense.
They soon wanted to be separated from each other.

And so they were.
Into groups.
Each group consisted of the ones who made the same sounds as each other.
Later, they all began to make more sounds.

After years of being separated,
No one trusted each other.
It is called Language.

Language is what separated these beings.
But why?
Do they not want to understand each other?

They have gone into many wars with one another.
Most of them not knowing their ancestors.
The ancestors of Language.
Of the New World.

Did they have reason?
Do we really understand?
Was there a reason at all?
 
I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Only to find myself asking a question.
"Who am I, really?"
It is something that I have asked many times, but never found an answer.

Locked emotions dwell inside me.
I try to let them go, yet they always stay stuck.
But even with the emotions...
I feel empty and hallow on the inside.

Truthfully, it was gone for a while...
But it's come back.
And it's getting more empty by the day.
I try to tell myself I'm just thinking too much, but it just doesn't seem that way.

Every day I feel less and less visible.
Whether it's at home, or if it's online, it's all the same.
My name is Loveless, and I feel like I should say a good-bye.
But that doesn't mean I will.

Though I sometimes want to...

It has been getting more and more difficult to handle lately.
I tell myself to suck it up and get over it,
but I guess it's not that easy.

I may seem rather happy and hyper lately,
but under it all,
I'm just hiding something that I don't want to show.

I've been feeling trapped,
And I've been feeling misled.
But why do I hide it all the time?
Perhaps it's because I don't want to sound like someone who can't toughen up and get over it.
And maybe, it's because I don't know how.

One morning I wanted to kill myself,
maybe that would end everything.
But I decided it was stupid and tried to rest instead.
But I think too much when I rest.

Which ends up into depression.
And I can't help to wonder,
'Who the hell am I?'

I may be sounding like shit right now,
and perhaps you may think I want attention.
But all I want is all of this to go away, and so I write it out.
And at the same time...
..maybe a good-bye is what I need.
 
A "Gentleman"

Showering down the curtains
Like a never ending rain storm.
Down the drain; out the sewers,
Into a sea of rotting flesh.
Rotting flesh that was all cut off by the same knife.
A knife of a man, a "gentleman."

Footsteps pounding, cold and hard,
A drip of blood onto life's white concrete.
A sparkle of which comes from that of a knife.
A butcher knife.
Being gripped in a hand, a gentleman's hand.

Or so we were fooled to believed.

A man in his mid-fifties,
Gray bushy hair, black glasses, white coat.
A doctor. A doctor of which who was trustworthy.
Who knew what to do with any situation.

Seen walking down the street,
Late at night, walking underneath orange streetlights.
And comes a shine from his hand, a sparkle, a reflection.
A sparkle of a butcher knife.
Painted in blood.

A grin on his face.
As he enters his office.
Not seen again for a whole week.

A week passes and he is seen walking down the same street one night.
A great smile upon his lips.
He stops dead in his tracks,
As the streetlight above him flickers.
He looks at the town in front of him.
Dark, empty, not a human being in sight.

The smile gets wider
As he puts his hands in his coat pockets
And turns around and heads the other direction.
Out of the city limits of the town,
And farther on.
As he knows that his mission has been complete with this one.

And so he moves on to others.
As a smile, great and wide, is upon his lips.
And a drip of blood from the butcher knife falls on the ground.
 
"Fate"

Walking..pounding
Upon the surface
Bare footed; bleeding...
It's a pool...
Of broken memories.

Sorrows that follow;
They hunt..
With no remorse.
They jab..to the center of the heart.

Tears...they spread.
Broken and...bending over.
In that...
Lonely dark corner of the room.

Nightmares..
They fill your head...
As guilt fills the heart.

Pierced by knives..
The lungs; they fail.

There is no escaping
This nightmare.
The Devil's face may show
In your lonely world.

He mocks...and he gloats.

Drowning..in your empty self...

"Haha" he laughs
Oh, "Haha" The Devil's finger is pointed at your face.

Tears pound against that hard surface...
They echo in your hollow soul.
You pretend to stay calm
But in truth, your heart pounds rapidly.

It pounds and it pounds
Against the cage in which it is enclosed.

Glass shatters over your skin..
Dripping onto the floor
making huge clashing noises.
It pains your ears..
And your eyes are led to the Devil's smile.

Scream; you try
Your mouth is too dry.
You drop to your knees; feeling this is the end.
So you close your beautiful eyes...

And the rest becomes blur.
 
I like it!

Nice avatar too, btw
 
Raining and we're trembling
Pretending yet losing it
We all go faster and faster
(until..)

We run through graveyards
Hiding and laughing
Acting like it's a game of "Hide-and-go-seek"
Losing ourselves as we try to hide

Hearts are pounding
Blood's coursing through our veins
Eyes are bleeding; teeth shattering
Weeping in between breaths, we are.

Lanterns become lit,
As the fog begins to gently fade
Grave keeper walks steadily
Although hunched over and grimacing slightly.

We all look at him afraid; unsteady
Our resting shiver; cold and filled with fear
He doesn't seem to notice,
Stepping on the graves.

Some shrill out in pain
Others hiss in fury and vengeance
Grave keeper cackles and then goes on his way.

We wonder what had befallen us
And if we were ever to escape
But in the back of our minds, we could tell
We would be forever humiliated.

Until our death expires
When our souls are forever dissolved
Although our resting place shall be disturbed,
Shall we one day be freed?

Until then,
We all share this great roller-coaster of fright
With trembling spines and shattering souls
One day raining upon this atmosphere
This atmosphere of forever...despair.
 
In Time

In time, they will meet
In time, everyone shall meet
Meet in time before the wars of the worlds.

In time, nothing will be the same
In time, we will all change
For the greater good
In time, there will be nothing left.

In time, there shall be no tears
In time, we shall all disappear
Under the wings
In time, we shall all share.

In time, nothing will be left of remembrance
In time, all shall be forgotten
Nothing will ever show again.

In time, life will be at despair
In time, we shall all see
With our eyes and with our hearts
We will, in time, understand.
In time.
 
Glistening Glory

And so...
The day comes to an end
With many stars
And the beauty of the moon
Shining down upon us

Glistening brightly in that drowsy sky
Far away, yet so close
Only to reach up, but to never touch.

We humbly move ourselves along the path
Into the pasture; of which everything comes alive
And to ourselves we say, "Glistening Glory."

Shooting stars and blasting asteroids
Light up the sky in wonders.
Our minds filling with awe
And ever wondering.
 
Wow, you really pour yourself into these poems! I love it! Also, your latest poem, Glistening Glory is beautiful and I really admire your craftsmanship with words!
 
Awww, Thank you, Tk. <333


For A Love

In all despair!; Ever losing.
This shock-wave of everlasting
Torture.

With despair and trying to hide
That shameful smile
That which lies upon your lips;
In such a way, it makes
Me tingle with all delight

Everlasting desire to take you
For my own-
If only - there was no torture in trying.
To watch and to prey on your
Precious desire-
Is all I can do to satisfy the craving.

For lust and for beauty; it soars
Through thy veins-

If only - if only I could take without despair.
If so, I would
With a delighted smile
And an everlasting kiss
To take you as mine
And to forever adore.

But it is, at last, a precious dream
That I, myself, have.

To give you embrace and to
Press my thinker against your chest; your bosom.
And to only have warmth, but only for a moment,
I am grateful.

Neither man nor woman can take the love for you from me.
But with disastrous tortures, you, yourself, thee,
Have been taken from me; that warm embrace
Against your bosom.

So, I await in unthinkable rage,
For the return of you, my love
Or for my coming to you.

In either which way or that,
I want to collapse in your arms
And to bestow away that forever loneliness;
Melancholy.


(Just a random poem I did while bored in Class. :3)
 
Dear Madame

Oh, dear madame!
Dear madame by the sea!
Who's hair tangles in the wind!
And who's thoughts I conceive.

Your beauty shines,
Dear Madame,
Madame by the sea.
It shines and it dances
From the moonlight above!

Oh, dear madame,
Madame by the sea,
Your heart is a thundering,
Thundering against your lovely bosom.
Crying out for all the gulls to hear!

And the sea, dear madame,
The sea sings along
With its ocean waves a hitting,
Hitting against the seashore.

Oh! Dear madame!
Dear madame!
How I love thee!
My words; if they can!
Can only express my love for thee!

Dear madame,
Dear madame by the sea,
If only I could take thee
Into my arms
And to let all feelings free. ~
 
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Robed Man

Near the temple, a
Man in a swaying robe walks
Collecting blossoms.

(A haiku)
 
A Soldier's Sense


Staring, uncertain...

Debris flies and smokes fills the air.
Entering the nostrils of many
These many are covered with armor
Lying in a field of forever lost dreams.

They hold guns of many
Pointing, targeting...
Shooting.
Screams are muffled by the sounds of shooting,
but the smell can not go unnoticed.

The lives of many may go
But the soldiers sense is to not let it affect
This is a job
It must be done correctly

Bodies lay unknown
Rotting and eaten by insects.
More guns; the sounds of bombs
They try to help each other as well,
but not everyone survives.

It is a war between man kind
And a soldier's sense is to defend
Targeting...locking, Fire.
The smell of rotting dreams may affect
But it is not allowed to show

In this murky place of debris and selfish rights
But the rights are what make people happy
But they also go mad.
With too much right, there is also hidden wrong

It tears from the inside,
And this leads to war
It starts as one in its own country,
Then it leads to a world wide battle.

Barefooted children roam the streets,
Jobless women beg for items for their kids
Shops are robbed by homeless men
And many train to fight

They are fooled to believe
That the other country is the enemy
But this is what the leader wants them to think
But the soldier's sense knows better

He gives them shoes and items
To make them all happy
Even in the midst of war

Because the soldier's sense is simple
It's simply to give ones happiness
And to make them feel loved.
For a soldier, a happy world is a completed fate

For their own hearts
And for the world itself.
For only a soldier,
Has the potential attitude to give ones what they deserve.

Love and affection,
Attention and giving,
Even during war,
A soldier doesn't pass up the chance
To see a smile.
 
Self's Shame


Undergoing mass of execution
To drown in all guilt and disgust
To shame of self.
 
Raging Endurance

Enclosed lungs of nightless sleep
Bird trapped in this raven-clawed cage
Of forever endurance
And countless sheep
Of raging fleets and
Humming bird's sleeps.
 
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