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In My MindRight now I have other things on my mind,
Not just heartbreak and drama, but much more,
If you were to rip open my head you'd find,
A million stories spill to the floor,
But that doesn't mean I am a different kind,
So I shall just scoop them up so you don't bore,
I will leave this dastardly life behind,
To locate another open door.

Chameleon MorgueWeaving in and out of his ghost surrounding,
He hears all the footsteps, the heartbeats thumping,
In a trick of light, he he hears the sirens sounding,
To see the temperatures rise and the people jumping.

Invisible to the naked eye,
Nobody sees him move.
But nobody will question why,
Or the chameleon morgue will disapprove.

Numbing every single battered patient,
Muttering words behind the lamps luminescent,
Touching the weakened soul adjacent,
Lacing his voodoo around objects iridescent.

Invisible to the naked eye,
Nobody sees him move.
But nobody will question why,
Or the chameleon morgue will disapprove.

the river of tearsthe night when you take the road 47
you see a dark fortress
lost in the forest

at bottom of this place
flows a river of tears
of a sad woman

married to a bad man
who has married this women
for enjoy his fortune

Adelia regret her choice
each time the sun lies down
each time the moon rises

in the evening
she comes out of the castle
for go in the garden

alone, she looks her face
in the river
she cries, she cries
his sadness, his remorse,his disappointment
to live in this castle
or happiness does not exist
or the love is an illusion

Tear StainsCrying all night just to forget yesterday,
Trying to fight, to make the hurting fade away,
Easing the stress, just to kick bein' okay,
But this pain won't run until I chase it down,
These issues would fall until I chase them down,
So I have to keep hitting for another day.

Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
very
careful not to clutch
each other's;
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
touch strangers,
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.

For whatever reason
they

My Dear SelfPoetry is truth
and truth is poetry.
Who are you kidding,
my dear.

You saw your legs today,
could you break them now?
Now you are okay,
my dear.

Poetry is a lie
and lies are poetry.
Who are you kidding
my dear.

You saw your arms today
and you wanted to break them?
Will you feel okay,
my dear?

Poetry is life
and life is poetry.
Write it away,
my dear.

You saw your face today.
Will you cut it away?
Oh cut it away,
my dear.

Poetry is death
and death is poetry.
Write it away,
my dear.

You saw yourself today.
All the poetry in the world
can not save you,
my dear.

The Words You Can never FindShe lay there all night with her headphones in her ears. The music flowed into her, making her want to move. She could feel it in her bones and her heart beat faster.
The words they sang comforted her. They made her want to sing and dance and cry and scream all at the same time.
The music gave her energy. It made her feel alive.
The music was fast but melancholy. It matched her mood.
They sang the words she could never find.

The Writer and the Piano ManIn a patch of ivy
on the tip of an earth
resides two figures of glass.
One was carved with
a pen in hand,
the other sheet music.

The writer clumsily bumps
into furniture and spills tea
on their carpet of moss
while fragments of
unfinished prose
cloud her vision.

The musician sits blindly
on his bench of ivory,
his fingers pressing keys
as he tries to write
the perfect song.

And on their clump of ivy,
the waves filled with
stardust and black holes
rage around the housemates
but they pay little heed.
Their door is bolted,
someone's kettle is boiling,
her typewriter is still pinging
and he needs more sheet music.
Tha

Forget Me NotIm not so big on open doors
When i prefer to climb your walls
Dont ask me what im looking for
As many times i climb, i'd fall

Cuz you never see how hearts can mend
If you deny you ever had one
Well i know that cant be true because i felt it
Yeah you shook me to the bone and then i melted

I let this feeling burn a whole in me
Wear my heart upon my sleeve
But if you dont think you can handle my heart
Then please just give it to me gently

Dont start...

If you were in my shoes
You'd see that ive got tiny feet
And chasing after you all day leaves me all but dead and beat

So when you look me in the eye and say your sorry
Dont expec

In This LifeOur hearts are beating warm,
But they are growing colder,
The night is still young,
But we are drifting older.
In this lifetime we shed a million tears,
Drowning in aspirations and fears,
We fall asleep in merciless towns,
And the monarchies wear the heaviest of frowns.

Our eyes are driving off,
But you're still on my shoulder,
The day is still alive,
But the daylight starts to smoulder.
In this world we wipe a billion phrases,
Trying to earn ourself the praises,
We hide in bunkers and the drying room,
As the flowers and stars collide and bloom.

Society's FreaksThis world is cruel
if you're different from the rules,

but there is a place
for unknown faces,
where the freaks unite
ignoring society's insult-packed bites

They fall
and crawl.

Yet they don't give in
to this world's sins.

They keep their march steady,
they're always ready
to get up, ignoring the disapproval everyone sends
til the pain and darkness is at an end.

One day, you will have to choose a path
along with the sins, whether greed or wrath,
choose the path different from the rest,
because that is where you'll shine best.

TelescopesI gaze through the shadow-lit tunnel,
The view obstructed by the stark funnel,
Glowing is all I see,
I zoom in, to find the milky stars,
To find where you are,
Waiting there for me.

Obstruct the melancholy dark skies,
To see all you made were lies,
But I seize to believe,
Construct the open-ended air,
So I can see you there,
As I cry and leave to grieve.

I peer through this trusting telescope,
Hoping to find a star of hope,
I wonder are you still here?
I shed a glassy tear,
At the wish that once was,
As I look above, for love.

CandlelightThe candlelight shakes and shimmers,
The flame moves, shines and glimmers,
It flickers in the cold, dark room,
And erases all the chaos and impending doom.

The candlelight sways in a rhythm,
As it creates and carries a kingdom,
To do what they want, to be free,
And then they all begin to see.

The candlelight galvanizes a nation,
Presents accusations and a new quotation,
It beckons back the vast time we had,
Causes the logic and all the sums we add.

The candlelight removes all our jitters,
Sparks and gleams on the floor and glitters,
It echoes across the grand, bare hall,
To give an inspiration to all.

Sleepless

Witless and hollow you sit there
Awaiting sun and moon.
For you are surrounded by ambiguous drabness
Awaiting sun and moon.
Ropy the time is here,
Yet you have never enough.
Dreariness gravitates towards the tide,
Thus you can just sit there
awaiting sun and moon

Poets Refuge"Your words are carried by the wind
the soft middle wind of your heart
by the trees that bend, in the night
searching for the light
by the stones that are white and magical
when the Moon glow, trembles
caressing their bare and harsh skin
by the river that sings, with clear waters
passing near by
tireless traveler of time and space
the poet lies down and falls asleep on your lap
and dream words, come out..."

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Midnight Mathematics

by ~IPaintRainbows, Feb 12, 2012, 4:47:18 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

My mindnight mathematics,
Pathological solution,
My mental acrobatics,
A silent resolution,
My broken numismatics,
Dead distribution,
My over-done dramatics,
A persisting pollution.

Midnight Mathematicsby ~IPaintRainbows

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Best poem I have written in a while.
About thinking things through late at night.

22.Feb.12.
This is now my most viewed deviation!
I much prefer this over my old most viewed, [link]
This one is more 'my style'.

~PearlsCat Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm horrible at math. But I really, really liked this poem. I'm impressed that it rhymed so well, and the vocabulary doesn't bog it down like I thought it would. Overall, it's clever. Very, very clever. I applaud you, good sir.

~IPaintRainbows Dec 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

*SilverWynd Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow I really like this. Very cool and original

~IPaintRainbows Jul 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~Mew-Mew-adict Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The title is just excellent, as well as the last line. The imargery and word limbo is awesome, as a small critique it is rather vague as to what it refers to but it is short and sweet. Nice work! 8D

~IPaintRainbows Jul 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for your comments + critiques! I will take them into account for my future work!

~Mew-Mew-adict Jul 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No worries

*sapphirestrumpet May 12, 2012

The flow here is very nice; it really rolls off the tongue nicely. :3

~IPaintRainbows May 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

*FallingAsleepTonight Feb 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Flows very nicely

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