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The Girl with the Glass HeartHe pitied the girl with the glass heart
for she was not made of stone like him.
He thought, “her poor, battered heart must be so broken
that its shards cut her from within.
She must wish she was not so fragile,
that she was unbreakable like me.”
Then one day she said to him,
“my love, how I wish you were free.
I pity you and your marble heart,
carved of the hardest stone,
So unmovable by anything—
you must be so alone.”

Shocked, he argued, “but you must feel such pain
in that frail, little heart,

Whispers of the DeadThey're watching the silent, apathetic skies
With hollow faces and vacant eyes.
Bony bodies, sallow and wrong,
Frailly and futilely waiting for dawn.
Upon dead grass and cracked earth barefooted they tread,
And uttered, inaudible words I heed with dread.
With gnarled fingers, they point at me,
They hiss without speaking, "You wait and see,
You'll join us one day, when you're dust and bone,
And there is no hope of going home."
They whisper forlornly my fate in my ear,
Even when they're silent, the threat is still here.
A twisted and insistent promise, bitter and stark
As the ghoulish creatures loom in the shadows and dark.
Eterni

Doomed LoveIf a demon heard an angel sing from above,
And an angel and a demon fell in love,
Once they answer to passion's call,
Does the demon rise or the angel fall?
And though they may love in the truest way,
Where in heaven, hell or Earth could they stay?
Hunted by those who can't understand and those who refuse
And soon, so soon, they would have to choose
Between loving together, or saving each other's souls
And be left with a grief that could not be consoled.
Forever they would wander, longing for the other's embrace,
And wanting nothing more than to see their lover's face.
Their doomed love would destroy them, it would tear them apart

The Memory of WingsMy wings were of gossamer feathers,
Like ivory tipped with gold,
Carrying me to the many places
My young eyes wished to behold.
I could fly anywhere I wanted,
The sunlight on my back,
Glinting off my feathers
Until the sky turned black.
I freed all of the innocents
And fought the evils of the world:
There was nothing I couldn’t vanquish
When my wings were unfurled.
There were never any boundaries,
No limit to where I would go,
From vivid forests to the ocean blue,
I soared above the sand, the ice, the snow.
I ran with wolves in the night-time
And was a queen by the day;
Gracing new worlds with my heart
Until my wings carried me away.

I

FearI'm not scared of heights, I'm afraid of falling
I'm not scared of the phone, I'm afraid of who's calling
I'm not scared of water, I'm afraid of drowning
I'm not scared of my heart's beat, I'm afraid of its pounding

I'm not scared of love, I'm afraid they won't feel it
I'm not scared of my heart breaking, I'm afraid he won't steal it
I'm not scared of changing, I'm afraid of losing myself
I'm not scared of being poor, I'm afraid of great wealth

I'm not scared of fighting, I'm afraid of a war
I'm not scared when it's over, I'm afraid when there's more
I'm not scared of getting hurt, I'm afraid of the scars
I'm not scared of Go

SinThey say:
Angels are ice and the demons are fire;
But why must we hate what we desire?

The burning, the yearning, the dark things we all crave;
They say, ‘do not give in if you want to be saved.’

Want not, freeze your lust, quell our wrath if you can
If not you will ruin the very name of man.

Be pure, be innocent, repress that dark flame
Or hell shall rise up and chaos will reign.

But perhaps, just perhaps, the angels are the liars,
Telling us it’s better to freeze
Than to burn in a fire.

HauntedSo now I'm lying on the floor
Trying to sleep, trying to forget
Trying to crush all the memories I regret.
Hard as I try, I can't forget your face, can't forget your name
But I can barely remember myself, which is almost the same
But not really, not enough, not nearly
I still can't sleep; I've found your ghost too clearly
You're haunting me, and I can't take much more,
I'm dying here on the floor.

Leave me be, let me rest
I feel you, do you hear me?
Now let me go, let me free
I feel you in the endless tick of the clock
I sense you laughing at me as you mock
I find you in the blood on my skin, the drink in my veins
I find you in

Don't Walk AwayFrost covered the trees as the wind made them sway,
And they danced in the snow fall, a bitter ballet.
The mournful wind howled, she thought she heard it say:
“Love only brings sorrow; start running away.”
The faint light made every single snow flake
Sparkle and shine like a jewelry display.
They argued, “walk this way”
“No, he loves you; please stay.”
He begged “Darling I love you, don’t walk away.
Please don’t walk away.”
But she knew in her heart that she could never stay.
She loved him, it was true, to her icy heart’s dismay,
And it implored her to leave, to

A Lady in BlackWhen I met her she asked me, "Is there a shadow cast by the sun?"
I looked in her eyes, saw she was coming undone.
She did what she could to keep poison in her veins
Just to live with herself, to forget the pain.
"Maybe," she said, "it would be for the best."
"I'm just so tired; it's time to rest."
But I made her hold on, I wouldn't let her lose it all,
I wouldn't let her go, wouldn't let her fall.

I was nearly damned by the look she had in her eyes
Then she spoke in a voice that drew tears from the skies.
She said, "Lay with me, you'll know you've been saved."
She took me in her arms and with that I caved.
We lay together under t

Lovely ThingsHappiness in not meant to break and bend.
          It is a lovely thing that is difficult to mend
And all lovely things are ruined in the end.
Like a broken angel tumbling down to the ground,
          Crippled as the pain echoes and resounds.
Lost, so lost, and never found.
Like butterflies with burning wings,
          Like slit-throated birds trying to sing,
Ruined like all lovely things.

Heart's LullabyNo one's heart beats
like the one beneath your chest.
It is steady and familiar,
taking strength while we rest.
I am surrounded by its serenity
with the constant time it keeps
it's rhythm is like a lullaby,
singing me to sleep.

The ForgottenAll these tired people; where do we belong?
There's nothing here but those forgotten, humming that haunting song
All the ghosts, sobbing things that no one will ever hear
Invisible in plain sight, soon to disappear
A corpse was buried moments ago, along with her name
No one even remembered, no one even came
The lonely living, lying on the floor
Singing along with the forgotten, trying to find the score
The empty are all reaching out, but no one's ever there
Just wandering aimlessly, searching everywhere
The forlorn are bleeding, just to make sure they can feel
The lost are begging now, they're ready to make a deal
The hollow, slee

Youthful EyesUnderneath the maple tree,
I glanced at you and you smiled at me.
I can remember when it was a sapling,
cradled in your hand,
and we wanted answers to everything
we wished to understand.
We were children once,
playing beneath those vibrant leaves.
We were wild, and we were reckless;
before time became a thief.

I remember when the magpies laughed,
high up on their perch;
Not sure what we were looking for,
we began to search.
The birds kept us company,
keen eyes upon our backs,
until my father’s shots rang out
with a splitting crack.
Their bodies floated like feathers
onto the gentle ground,
and, teary-eyed, we buried them,
our treasure

Blue EyesAt the very moment I looked into your eyes,
I found myself lost in a clear expanse of sky.
And a hope grew within me, an unfathomable seed,
That sprouted under your sunlight into a confused, quiet need.

I flourished and I blossomed, such an inexplicable truth,
My icy heart was melting; oh it flowed just for you.
And, though I couldn’t understand what passion my heart could beat for,
I felt it beating for you; you just asked for more.

You kissed me once, then you held me and grinned,
And blew away from me, darling, like a cruel winter’s-wind.
You left without a word, with not a tear or a frown;
Where do I search now for one that

The Broken BrightsJust let me go to where those broken brights shine
To a place that has been forgotten by time.
Let me go to where the lost lights barely survive,
Just this once, let me be alive.

A place where stars whisper and darkness sings,
Filled with broken, lost, desperate things,
That claw and howl at their trapping holds,
It's a terrible, magnificent sight to behold.

Let me wander until I reach the end,
The place I have searched for again and again.
Let my tattered soul escape its binds
And allow me peace, a hiding place for no one to find.

There are bars on my windows; there are bars on my heart,
There they remain, where they've been fro

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PathwaysYou are walking, at this very moment, on a path. Whether it is craggy rock, treacherous and laborious, made of dirt barely worn into the grass or wrought of pretty tiles and jewels, you are on foot all the same. Some people tread under a brilliantly lighted sky, others under gloomy, grey clouds and many beneath the blackest of nights or stunning stars. Some follow the path until the very end, many lose hope and end their journey, and far too many paths are never stepped upon.
All along this great trail, there are thousands of doors.
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Lost LoveShe was precious as a flower
That had come close to a frost,
Like a bird flying in the wrong direction
That would never admit to being lost.
She was beautiful as a butterfly’s wing
Just catching at the air,
And she’d find her way into your heart
Before you even knew that she was there.
She was tantalizing as a summer breeze
And delicate as lace.
She’d go wherever the wind took her,
And would be gone without a trace.

AwakenAwaken, my love,
from the slumber holding you.
Feel the rain upon your skin;
don’t tell me this is true.

I’ll be waiting for you here,
where the sunlight falls—
waiting always to feel your touch,
listening for your call.

But now the sky, it cries in sorrow,
soft tears from above.
Oh, please wake, my darling,
awaken now, my love…

The Woes of WinterIf the dark of this season
Gathers me in its embrace,
Do not leave me here, alone,
In this forsaken place.
If the steady march of winter
Treads right over me
Bury me beneath the sand
By the silent sea.
If I am gone away from you
Please forgive what I have done;
You can’t stay mad at a broken bright
Or a setting sun.
If the lullaby of winter
Sings me right to sleep
Bury me beneath the stars
And all I have is yours to keep.

FragilityWe hold up our heads and look so strong,
But I am certain we are not what we seem:
We are nothing but breakable bodies
And far too fragile dreams.
With frail paper skin soaked with ink,
And bones just made of glass;
Cracked with every single hope
That does not come to pass.

SlumberHe came across her one winter’s eve, lying in the snow. The expensive silk of her purple dress was water stained and muddy, but her pale face was staring endlessly up, her grey eyes fixed upon the darkening moor sky. If she had ever felt the cold of the evening she showed no sign of it, her expression peaceful and composed, unlike it had ever been in life. The image of her in the snow was a bitterly similar to the day they met—only this time, he knew instinctively that she was dying.
Falling to frozen, wet ground with an icy calm, he kneeled beside her, placing his cold hand upon her colder cheek. She was gazing through him, her

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If Earth Ceases to Turn

by ~XxXWiltingVioletXxX, Dec 20, 2012, 11:03:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

When hell freezes and heaven burns,
When mountains tumble and Earth ceases to turn,
Where will you stand?

When the oceans rise and wind roars,
When the walls tumble and each breath is war,
What will you do?

When madness descends and chaos reigns,
When the plight of man cannot remain,
How will you leave?

When the ground rolls and splits underfoot,
The forests and cities burn, covered with soot,
Will you run?

When screams can be heard under the falling sky
And the whole world looks out from dead-man’s eyes,
Who will you be?

If Earth Ceases to Turnby ~XxXWiltingVioletXxX

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Decided to write this just in time for our supposed apocalypse today! Tell me, would you be happy with who you are if the world ends?

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~KodokuNoNana Jan 31, 2013 General Artist

Absolutely gorgeous! Great job!

~tommyboywood Jan 9, 2013 Professional Writer

thought-provoking and relevant. however, i would change line 3, 4th stanza to read "where will you run?" the extra syllable will make it consistent with the others. nice job though.