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A Collection of Baubles [CW][Poem]


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"Messiah Complex"

I am the Way.

Lay upon me all your sorrows and burdens.

For you who thirst, drink, and never be thirsty again.

For you who knocks, the door will be opened;

Ask, and receive

Seek, and find

Comfort, for you, who are laden with troubles.

For I feel that my existence is worthless if you have no need for me I only wish to be by your side.

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"Morning" (alternate title: "Where in I Make My Daily Commute")

The world is black.

I stumble to get

Started on the day.

The world is gray.

I pull my clothes on

Sleepily, and prepare, without delay.

Oh, and, I try to wake up, too.

The world is blue.

How cold it is today

That even the wind shivers with me.

A brown beetle drives me to the station

Where I wait patiently for the train I missed.

On the opposite shore, a big red millipede

Rolls in, announcing its arrival. It takes off

When a silver snake slithers into my side

Of the station. I board immediately

And lean against metal rods.

Two voices speak to me

One crackles away

The other has a violin's voice.

Now the sky is white

And I'd forgotten about the sun

Who blushed before flaunting

His glory, scattering all over

The world. I walk, white beetles

And gray caterpillars thundering by

And to my left, white mountains of rubble,

Or treasure for scavengers, and gray walls

I fly to a nest of blue eagles, and stand

On the shore

Awaiting the shuttle I'd just missed.

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"Of Fairy Tales and Sleep Paralysis" (alternate title: "stupid 7:30 AM classes Sweet Dreams, They Said")

My body trembles in bed.

I can't breathe

Not after a night of listening

To the songs of maidens and men.

My body trembles in bed.

I can't move; surely this

Is the curse of a jealous witch

Or the price of gazing upon princes.

My body trembles in bed.

I can't shut my eyes -

In fear I try, for what if I see wraiths and giants?

I finally close my eyes -

And try to think of you

Your voice,

Your touch -

But it's even worse

Because I can't keep from drifting away

Into a sleepless dream.

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"Cytotoxin"

You rot from within: it's killing you, softly--

Slowly.

The sickness inside-- its symptoms don't hide--

Tears at your body and mind steadily.

Poisonous parasite puncturing painfullest

Trying your sanity, putting strength to the test.

Deny it, defy it, you'll just further decline in it

For burning emotion eats you by the minute.

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"Blackguard"

You, who knew so well what began my pain.

Despite the shame you express, I've no pity nor grace to spare.

Others may think me merciless, too full of disdain--

But tell me, is doubt of any kind so easy to repair?

Seize him, then, he who held the dagger

And thrust it in, blade colder, sharper

Than wicked ice. Perhaps it was foolish of me

To entrust myself to he who was more than a somebody.

And though I rest now, with the traitor banished and thrown away

Black thoughts and dark shadows haunt me all day.

Bonus Poem:

"Zero Hour"

I stood by the sidelines

And longed to reach you, who were there,

Close yet painstakingly distant,

You whom I yearn for dearly.

With heart on sleeve I hesitate--

Charge. Falter. Again and again--

Without noticing, it's half-past zero hour

And you were gone, again, forever.

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"Abnegation"

Oh not now; I mustn't click on this tab.

I've to finish this first; man, schoolwork's such a drag.

Messages? No, I've got to resist

Although the notifications continue to persist.

That funny video she told me to watch,

The becks and calls of others I don't care for much,

The silly hope that you'll ring me up any second

Are all just distractions that'll mess up my motion.

I too often ask, "Why the frustrating gesture?"

"Simply", I remind myself, "so that I can see you in the future."

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"Dysaesthesia"

It's

so

frustrating

how I can't get you out of my skin.

Please make it stop, just stop--

The strange sensations within--

Can't stop stopping cause it's got me ticking

Just get out of my head, don't touch me, please

I won't know how to feel

Except like I'm ablaze

Helplessly, helplessly

burning

away

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"Furfuraceous"

And here I thought my poem for the day

Would be about marvelous and beautiful dragons.

Bran-like scales, though, to my dismay

Have nothing to do with the grandiose reptilian.

Since I can't put it in a more artful way

I'll tell you bluntly and abruptly, without delay

The word's got something to do with dandruff.

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"Halitus"

Huff, huff...

Wispy white smoke

Twisting, spiraling in this

Frigid air. We're huddled together

For better or for worse; any

Thing is better than being alone, now.

Shuddering. Shivering. You're quaking

But holding me all the colder. Closer.

I can almost see

the words you try

to say with

your every breath

hanging, twisting

spiraling

in the

frigid air like

wispy

white

frozen

smoke

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"Ianthine"

Ianthine, like irises in bloom.

That's the color of your infinite eyes.

Your coat is the dusk just after the sun sets.

The stars come out slowly, as though they were shy

To gleam in the periwinkle sky up high.

The scent of your smooth hair and skin is

Mild lavender, a hint of fickle violet. How fitting

Cause that's how you are, fleeting

Here one moment and gone the other for too long

Ephemeral.

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"JATO"

I soar on the gales of our euphoric laughter.

Who needs a navigator when I've got our stupid jokes?

Turbulence's got nothing on our resilient power.

Doesn't even matter if we're freakin' broke.

I can live on our conversations, logical and nonsensical

Even when we all (ways) get maniacal.

Through the ups and downs, the highs and the lows

We stay close no matter how hard life blows.

At air resistance, we just scoff. Doesn't matter; we're pretty and tough.

On our own, we're awesome; united, we achieve liftoff.

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"Ligyrophobia"

WOULD YOU STOP SCREAMING AT ME

AND LISTEN FOR ONCE

DON'T YOU FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVE A SAY TOO

NO LOOK, SEE, YOU'RE WRONG

WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR

AND JUST WHAT AM I TO YOU, ANYWAY

AM I JUST A THORN IN YOUR SIDE? WHY'RE YOU STILL KEEPING ME THEN

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME

DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE SACRIFICED FOR YOU?!

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU FREAKING CARE

... that you're scaring me...?

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"Misosophy"

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"Noctilucent"

... The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

- "Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines" by Pablo Neruda

It blooms in the secretive nocturne

Slowly,

Silently.

Bluish-silver petals glow like a faint lantern.

Wings slowly spreading, three tiny orbs scatter

Scintillating. Shining faintly, as the blossom opens.

Selene kisses each bloom with her rays

And each slender stalk sways

In dancing, dancing

As the silent strings play

In praise for the absence of day.

On cool evenings such as this

When the night's breeze shivers and sings to and with you

Harken. And listen to

The song of a moonlit field in bloom, lest its magic you miss.

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"Ord"

People often don't realize the power of a word.

Why this is so is uncertain; perhaps they've never yet heard

How a heart agonizes over verbal insult, or their minds've never been stirred

By a charming, charismatic speaker who renders one's judgment blurred.

This I find preposterous, for even the blind can see and the deaf've explored

That often, as they say, the pen's much mightier than the sword.

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"Palillogy"

Repeating things makes them lose their meaning.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-- but I really am, honest

The meaning's lost when they keep on repeating.

Don't do it, I love you. I love you. Don't do it.

When these words I utter, I don't even stutter.

I promise you, please, please, please, I'm sorry, I love you

The same torment again and again on deaf ears again and again

You promised, you promised, liar, liar, liar

Again and again, I'd already lost my will then.

You never understand, you never listen, liar, liar, liar.

Things would work out, I'd always pretend.

Again and again and again and again.

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As someone else who posts my poems in here I just wanted to let you know that I read yours and appreciate them. You have this haunting sadness to your tone that's absolutely captivating. You're incredibly talented. Keep scribbling :)

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Hey, thanks c: I really appreciate it.

"Reredos"

How intricately woven, how resplendent, magnifique!

One can feel the heart at work, the soul, the earnestness

Behind every uttered word, sacred, with much mystique.

He speaks and finishes repeating the prayer

And just goes back to being a hearty sinner.

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"Skerry"

Aye, the sea, roars ferociously

But we stand firm, just like this skerry.

No matter how high the waves of fury

Or low the catch of fishes, me hearty,

Davy Jones can wait another day

But never will we be swept away.

O, the sea, it froths and spits!

But we swashbucklers are full o' wits.

Though most daren't lay a boat on her pits

We gutsy and brave don't give any shits.

Davy Jones may wait for days

We guzzle our rum though the ship sways.

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"Tryst"

Some clues for tonight's rendezvous:

A fleeting second's worth of eye contact

Tickets for two

A messy compact

Missing house keys

Convenient excuses

Being teased, getting weak in the knees

An influx of muses

Frequent glances at the clock

That always seems to mock

With a slow tick and tock

More fleeting glances from across the room

The hiss of perfume

And the sudden disappearance of two

Like clockwork, right on cue.

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