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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

The RemembranceDon’t look back in your past
When you believe the hope is lost;
Your reality is fiction for your brother,
Some things are always destined for the others

The anxiety will hold you in the mist
The loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,
In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skulls
To pierce the future who’s waiting for your call

Action and movement seen through dirty lenses
Broken thoughts expecting in defensive,
An inside sorrow to banish it from sight
Unfolded by black magic deeper in the night

Revisit all the moments seen in your strangest life
Recall the memories in which you try to dive,
Do not believe the hope f

DreamsWhat are dreams?

Are they glimpses of life between the seams?

The stitches unraveled and loose,

Bent and slumped over like an obtuse,

Reality torn completely apart,

Hearing now the voice of your heart,

Whispering,

Telling you sweet fables,

Allowing you to feast at its tables,

Changing words into sight,

Inspiring you for life’s fight,

Maybe we aren’t listening,

Deaf and blind yet whistling,

Speaking,

Yet we do not hear,

Entertaining us yet we do not cheer,

Appealing to us but we do not budge,

Ignoring its gentle nudge,

Until it’s repeating itself,

Comfortably lodged on your mind’s shelf,

Shouting,

Burni

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Waving GoodbyeYou left him standing
Alone in the rain, watched him
As he faded away
The face you once held so dear,
No longer will it brighten up your days
And as weeks and months go by
You wave and wave goodbye
But he’s been long gone and will not see,
Will not care, for you stole his dreams
His heart and his soul for eternity

Mistakes are made
Tears are cried
Farewells and parting ways
Yet you don’t waiver
Your heart of stone
Beats for no one, not even your own
Salvation you seek, but you only take
And never give, that is not your way,
No compassion just possession,
Frustration, obsession, loneliness

And in the end when you

Without A FightIt’s so like you, not to follow through
To light a fire, then put out the flame
Before it gets a chance to breathe again
You had your chance to explain your plight
But you left me to others, without a fight

This is my time, to say goodbye
To delete the message, without a reply
It’s not important what you say
Your actions show me the way
Empty promises - I’ve heard my share
Don’t expect me to wait there
Even though I might still care

Look back now, how far I’ve come
I have survived, I did not succumb
Sitting down, I’m writing new songs
In the end, time will right all wrongs
I’m still upbeat, t

Please BreatheBreathe!
I didn’t go to college for it to end like this!
Breathe!
Don’t quit on me now, fall in the abyss!
Breathe!
You are too young to depart this place!
Breathe!
You still have time to bask in His grace!

Please,
Hang in there, you have the strength
Please,
I will never again keep you at arm’s length
Please,
Whatever you do, don’t go away
Please,
For what it’s worth, I need you to stay

Breathe!
I don’t know how long, I can’t feel the pulse!
Please,
I’ve always known, didn’t need this impulse
Breathe!
No! There is nothing here for me
Please,
Just let me go, I want to be free

Teddy BearYou used to hold me tight
In your embrace I’d fall asleep
Every single night
Absorbing moisture when you’d weep
Precious little teddy bear
In its fluffy cuddly flair

We used to go on walks
Gripping tightly to your back
We had long, involving talks
You’d take me off the beaten track
I was privy to your dreams
Little tearing at my seams

Then one day, you left me alone
And I had to sleep on the floor
I was thrown off my throne
You didn’t need me anymore
You’ve grown so beautiful and strong
And in your life I no longer belong

I watched you talk on the phone
And as you brushed your hair
Fearing the unkn

ImmortalityLife is passing by
While we are left wondering
Why in the end we have to die
Inevitability’s ignorance
Death doesn’t ask, it takes away
It doesn’t bargain, it isn’t fair
You and me, everyone
No one can ever get away
The end is written before
We see the light of day

The choices that we make
Good or bad are all in vain
In the grand scheme of things
We are nothing more than a shooting star
That slowly burns and fades away
Here one moment, gone next day
All the little idiosyncrasies
Everything that is unseen
Are just fragile memories
Preciously tucked in between

Extinguished is the light
That used to shin

IndifferenceMy eyes are wired shut, my conscience is in chains
I’m lying wide awake, but dreaming all the same
My spirit is suppressed by mundane reality
I feel the blood within me, but embrace mortality

The people in the street are bumping into me
They all have their own lives, a cause for them to be
A million little problems, inside each and every mind
Like ghosts they pass right through me, leaving nothing behind

Each day the same routine, each day the same old plan
Dress myself in a uniform, in the gag that binds
Creativity aside, individuality abstained
A by-product, a machine, barcode my disdain

I see the empty faces, deprived of e

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Losing My Inspiration

by ~n-g-e, Aug 14, 2007, 1:48:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I am
Losing my inspiration
Tired of this
Verbal defecation
Lately it seems
That all that I do
Is just pass on by
Without a thought
Fading through

I need some
Mental stimulation
Another form of
Mind masturbation
Let go and let it flow
The bile inside
Is eating at me
Imagination plentiful
I no longer see

Scattered around
Papers and pens
Looking at them
Just lying there
The coffee is cold and the ashtray’s full
The curtains drawn
Darkness throughout
Where used to be brightness
There is no light

Old places
No longer inspire
Old faces
No longer desire
The soul is screaming
For new surroundings
New experiences
Ever so blinding
Yet forever binding

Where logic
Displaced by chaos
Where reason
Dislodged by emotion
Divided, undecided
Certain and axiomatic
Yet doubtful and ambiguous
Searching and discovering
Yet losing my inspiration

Losing My Inspirationby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Woot! Reheated leftovers! First written and published on April 25, 2004, rewritten and repolished for devart today.

~Pyrox666xPheebs Aug 25, 2007

this is incredible

well done love

~LonelyMortal Aug 14, 2007 Writer

nice one!
only you can write something like that ( I mean that in a good way)

~n-g-e Aug 14, 2007

Thanks. I couldn't write something like that now though, my mind's in a completely different state than it was back then. This was written at the height of my frustration, when as hard as I tried, I couldn't put a reasonably good poem together, even though the environment and the things that were going on in my life at the time were conducive to fruitful writing. Umm...methinks I've gone on a tangent here

~LonelyMortal Aug 14, 2007 Writer

The important thing is that you can write now and you have inspiration! Do you??

see ya

~n-g-e Aug 14, 2007

I have a love-hate relationship with inspiration. It's an on and off again thing. Right now, she's playing hard to get.

~LonelyMortal Aug 15, 2007 Writer

lol
Interesting

~RMRippers Aug 14, 2007

indeed you can tell its yours. lol we all gotta love reheated leftovers

~n-g-e Aug 14, 2007

Well yeah, *I* can tell it's mine

Apparently a lot of people can too. Intriguing. Mmm...leftover pizza for breakfast...

~RMRippers Aug 14, 2007

... no ta

~Tar1988 Aug 14, 2007

I completely agree with blackrosesfall here, this is very recognisable, like most of your work.

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