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Handle With CareSomething broke today.

Something small and precious, a glass flower, a snowflake, a heart. Something untouchable for its fragility, something broken much to easily, never to be healed again. It made no sound, no dying screams or pitiful whimpers, its passing was slow and barely noticed, noted only by outsiders with jaded eyes. It's gone now, spirited away and never to be seen again. Earlier and earlier it breaks, shatters, and falls away spreading itself across the floor and cutting the feet of everyone who walks upon it, unaware of the blood pouring from their bodies, slicking the shards and staining pure white red.

Something broke today.

Sculpture.It started out as a block of stone, waiting to be born into something immortal that would last centuries of snow and sun. The vision in my mind was still blurry, I could hardly believe that this crass and blank stone could be molded into delicate cloth folds that formed mysterious shadows or delicate brows that either arched in laughter or furrowed in anguish.

I molded the shadows of my thoughts into the material; yet even after I had given it an echo of form it was still a faceless glob, uncertain of its future, and unsure of its steps.

Fertile soil.

My world rotated through sunny days and snowy hours. My hand kept on cultivating the whit

I'll Love You Forever[VERSE1]
I'll love you forever
Thats what you said
I'll never let go
Now forever is dead
I'll love you forever
No matter the cost
Then you got tangled
In hatred and loss
I'll love you forever
Then mess with my head
What's it mean to you
If forever is dead?

[VERSE2]
I'll love you forever
Thats what I dread
You fill me with lies
And forever is dead
I'll love you forever
And then disappear
We were so happy
Now I'm drowning in fear
I'll love you forever
Though that's enough said
You still wanted more
So forever is dead

[CHORUS]
A new Forever
And a true Forever
Someone who will
Love me for who I
Really
Am
And you w

A Journey Within...A Journey Within...
I sat silently in self-imposed sorrow,
Hoping for hope on the horizon of the morrow,
When from out my window stepped through a man
Tall, thin, and with an Anglo brand.
He held out to me a callused palm
And led me through the calmest psalms
To emerge before a dying oak
Who provided me with a wooden cloak.
I accepted, of course, with words of thanks
And ran with me towards the banks
In which a rushing red river did flow
In every direction I would ever go.
I boarded a vessel and began my ride
To see what I could find inside.

...And at the Ending we Begin
With a hand over the vessel's sides
I exhaled deeply an

In HangingMuscles strain in spastic jolts;
veins alarmed - their exits blocked.
Dribbling neck shifts into stuttered
bursts of wishing more of less.
Lungs uphold their keep and charge
a breath battalion wheezing by.
Eager cannon fodder! No way back
for second ammo drop.
Twitching eyes - the reel ran through,
they touch the bloom and green.
Shedding motive, shedding sense.
Abrupt fade-in, a pulsing string quartet
transformed to noiseless
stop.
Just one more sound:
a creaking
rope
in swing.
A mass now hung where used to be a man,
an outlined chapter of a cancelled book,
that choked to death and waved
in still invisible goodbye.

FrostyAs I walked my daily path,
I came across a breadcrumb road.
Deciding it was worth my while,
I stopped to turn and slowed.

On either side there climbed some roses,
With blackened thorns, monstrous in size,
But through the trees, bare of leaves,
The sun shown brightly in my eyes.

I pulled my coat around me then,
For the path had grown quite small,
And listened to the dew drops splat
When, suddenly, I heard a child call.

"Follow me and my voice will lead you
Into the forgotten world long past,
And there we will confront her
Before she leaves at last."

Chilled to my core, I followed her,
For though I couldn't see, she sounded lik

ForlornEmptied chest, a violent stare,
hollowed out and void of dreams;
buzzing of the neon glare -
wounded flesh with fissured seams.
All that's left are pausing spheres,
sickly scents and stiffened breeze;
shrieking waves of sawing gears -
weakened threads by known disease.
A breathless beat,
though breathless without ease.

Magentashe liked to face the general direction of applause.

she would devour entire poems but in haste,
she only thought in phrases (that had a nice ring).

micro-scrutiny,
a metronome was kept ticking by her desk-
a table of conversion to chew the syllables as they
rumbled past in clumsy, skewed boots with forced perspectives.

she kept her instruments gold-plated, silver-washed;
on the inside they were mahogany,
wood from sheared toothpicks lying in drains or
chopsticks ground down at a dinner table-
pickings from a heap of discarded things.

her eyes seemed to shine like gilded awe,
upon closer inspection it was found that
the reflecti

Reach BackYou reach back for it, that time
he sat there, blank, as you repeated yourself.
There was a crack in the kitchen floor
(It's still there. He isn't.)
And the sun was setting
which should be a metaphor
but all that happened was a dark room
with you two in it.
If you could go back and see
would it still look that way?
Gray with pointless murmurs
and the broken sink giving commas
to the things that you had said before?
If he didn't listen, neither did you.
(You're still there, someone fixed the sink.)
Don't wish you could change it
It's just a moment, like any other.
You went to sleep and woke up
determined and went to sleep aga

I wishI wish I was disappointing someone
by hiding behind my eyes,
so they'd come and look for me
peering into the depths
but not able to pull anything out.

I wish someone wanted me
to hold or just to see
so that I'd be hurting someone
when I didn't come back.

I wish someone was watching over me
seeing the changes every day
seeing me edge closer and closer
to the edge of what I can bear
until I leap.

I wish I could strike someone;
with a passing glance
or lack thereof
make or break their day
so they needed me.

I wish someone relied on me
then maybe I'd feel like
I could stay and not just be
a burden on my family.

I wish someo

Rotten BlossomsShe just needs to say something of consequence.
She just needs assurance that reality exists
Beyond the restless lines of her vision
And that entropy is a myth invented by a sadist.

Thoughts strangle,
Ruthless hands dictating reason
To a broken girl curled into the foetal position
On the coldest floor in the world.

A series of mirrors, reflecting each facet infinitely,
Until it is clear that no one has been breathing for a while now.
She likes to think of it as a dream.

(furious technicolour, a red fireworks display, emptiness)

Someone whispers that she is irrelevant;
Oh, how these collapsible bodies laugh!
Her face is smiling;

scar-litthe scar-lit passageways
of my throat twisting
and turning as the storm
of sound drums its way
through

edgy glass voices cutting
through tissue, exposing
bare throats that dangle,
helpless, in front of
helpless eyes

my voice
flooding my mouth
drowning my tongue
tasting the rawness
of the words

strange how blood tastes
so dead when we need it
to stay alive
strange how it pounds
through my ears until
even i can't hear
my own words
anymore

speech in its natural habitat

the scar-lit passageways
of my throat
dyed scarlet
and yet i am still
unheard

The MonsterSome call him The Night Monster
Others, The Thief of Dreams
Or even The Sleep Demon

But "The Monster"
Is his most common title

The Monster . . .
What an evil creature

He takes away
The ability to escape reality
And enter the land of dreams

Those restless nights of torture
Are a part of his craft

He makes sure that closed eyes
Do not slip away . . .

Watching others suffer this way
Is a hobby to him

The more desperate his victims are
The more amused he becomes

Tossing and turning
Frustration and agony
Hopelessness and sorrow

It's all because of him
Every second of it

And there's no fighting it because

No one can see hi

a bird's descent i might be strong now, but
birds fly higher
in a sky drowned blue.
the caress of wings still
spans my lips.
breaths disperse and
melt the wind, and someday
it won't be enough
to go on and we'll all molt,
shedding our wings on
bluer days. for
i might be strong now, but
there will be times when
my birdsong
isn't enough to go
on, and a day
when i'm not caged.

Daddy?"Daddy?"
I lowered my newspaper just below my eye line. There stood before me, a small, young girl. She was leaning back and forth, on tiptoes, her head was facing downward but her eyes were staring at me from the corner of her eye. Her smile stretched as she bit her lip. She was just oozing with an aura of childish curiosity. I could've just ignored her. It didn't need to happen. Not to me. But I chose to. I thought I was prepared. So I replied,
"What d'you need honey?"
Her eyes widened, her smile turned to a laugh. She tucked her hands behind her back as she said,

"Where do babies come from?"

I mentally snapped my neck and

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May the lion lay down beside the lamb.

by ~ohceedee, Dec 19, 2011, 2:28:13 AM
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Like the lamb hiding from the lion, I speak carefully not to disturb you. Tip toe around the gates of your feelings, I want you to understand the nature of my words. Like the lion to the lamb, you're so quick to lash out. Much too concerned with your own perseverance and needs to consider mine. This love took me through the clouds of depression and left me sitting among the stars, reveling in the view of the beauty you brought into my life. How is it that the thread I was hanging by so tightly could have snapped so suddenly? No sign of fibers splitting, no sign of our love receding. A lamb as frail as I couldn't dream of rebuilding a bond so strong, but with the help of a lion as glorious as you, we could never fail.

May the lion lay down beside the lamb.by ~ohceedee

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Descriptions make me feel as though I'm breaking the attention from the work itself.

Take from it what you may, but the concept behind this is to love selflessly, and repair what is broken as a team, because any relationship in life is a two way road.

Is my concept clear?
Does the paragraph flow well enough?
What could I have done better?
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~quantumrazor Jan 14, 2012

It's filled with cliche' but it doesn't take away the fact that your words flow fluidly together. Sometimes being vague and obscure can have a more better impact in making a lasting impression.

!WELSHPRJ Jan 4, 2012

The concept is quite mature...I read your description of what you are writing, but when I read it i feel the lamb is loving selflessly and relying on the lion to make it work by just being there.
Now that being said...this is absolutely well written and I love it.

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