OUT OF TUNEIn the unsung climes of the Night I withdraw again,OUT OF TUNE by ~NocturneJewel
seeking to heal the torrential tears I could never defend,
how much more trauma must my sensitive muse endure
as I contemplate another Sunset, searching for a cure?
Suffering day after day, the depression demands to be fed
on the hurt I exhale, the thoughts that remain unsaid,
this pain clips my wings and laughs as I flutter in vain,
my heart wishes to live purely but I fear I am going insane.
Will things improve? I have always been out of tune
as I stumbled along through this life, Death can't come too soon,
a release from the pain that constantly torments my heart,
but Death is easy-living takes strength-this is the Truth I impart.
I wonder what must it be like to have a true friend?
Someone who is not a paid listener, who is there to the end,
instead I bask in the love of geckos and snakes that share my space,
I contemplate my reflection in the mirror, the scars I can't erase.
Caged in this mass of blood and tissue I struggle to se
CATHARSISThe Night is a catharsis for my soul,CATHARSIS by ~NocturneJewel
spilling the entrails of my hurt from Star to Star,
she siphons my pain into ink silverized so I may
write my rebirth, her cold is calming to my nerves
that the heat scatters into disarray, absorbing
my echoes, the glazed ages that shape my pupils,
I write many a letter to the Night and the Stars
and to the Deities that reside in every snowflake,
wondering how I can strip the skin from the Sky
and wear it like a cosmic chameleon, wondering
how I can stroke the clouds with my fingertips,
scenting them lavender rose...the Night is a catharsis,
she nourishes me so I may bloom like a stray dream
of Moon on the waves, to her I will never say goodbye
...even when I make my pilgrimage among the Stars.
June 15, 2013
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GOTHIC RHAPSODYI feel like I am an orphan of the DarknessGOTHIC RHAPSODY by ~NocturneJewel
that twists inside and hollows out my Dreams
into a gothic rhapsody-filling them with the
bloodshed of sanguine shadows, sorrowfully
I weep, wishing I could be anesthetized from
the pain that has been my one constant companion,
but my heart still lingers on even when the
raven has dug its claws into me, leaving
my bridal-white delusions bloodsoaked,
an anethema from living I feel myself die
and smile, the opium of my hallucinations
has crept into my pores, giving me a high
such as I could never reach even if I was
a lyrical pitch sung by sable skies.
Instead I am a silhouette in the Night,
taking flight on wings dipped in a tuneless
gothic rhapsody, only Nyx can catch me now,
how I wish I could separate these carrion
memories from haunting me to the tomb,
where my blood cast from me creates a rune,
but my tears fall like decaying petals over
my open grave, dark and dreary I look into
its depths and wonder when my mortality will
The McKinnons' CatWhen the McKinnons moved out from next door, they left their cat behind. Nobody really blamed them. The thing was an enormous fat tabby female which stank and had fleas. It was, more importantly, a vicious killer. Usually it lived on a diet of songbirds, but it would catch and kill mice, rats, other peoples' pets and whatever rare little furry creatures it could find. Nobody really bothered to feed it after the McKinnons left, but it didn't grow noticeably thinner. I never knew its name, but my dad always called it "you BASTARD, get the HELL out of my garden."The McKinnons' Cat by *futilitarian
Not long after the McKinnons moved out, Miss Timmons moved into their old house. She was old, tiny, grey, timid and mouse-like. When she spoke, it was in a little excited squeak. When she went to the shops she moved in quick, darting movements and when she stopped to talk to me in the street she twitched constantly like she couldn't
Hanging SkeletonsDo not talk aboutHanging Skeletons by `TwilightPoetess
hanging in your closet--
are nothing to be afraid of.
Prop open the door
and talk to them--
the answers you seek
in their silence.
SIBYLAEnchantress how your gaze does hypnotizeSIBYLA by =DragonsChest
and how your beauty woos the hearts of men
their souls entrapped within your web of lies
forever left to pay the wage of sin.
Many a man hath braved this sacrifice
to seek from you your powers magical
whilst nipping at the heels of avarice
they fight like dogs to reach the oracle.
A past life or the future you can show
but lust and greed will alter what they see
Sibyla how you fall on them like snow
and leave them lost inside their fantasy.
Immortal beauty never to grow old
protector of the Raven and the Crow
in turn they guard your lost and wretched souls
who languish where few Gods will ever go.
And so Enchantress I have come to you
my future I would like for you to tell
this was something I was compelled to do
that something that you only know too well…
DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGHWhen Rosa died she was just thirty one;DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH by =DragonsChest
She was my best friend in the world.
Cancer disabled her, and her husband left her,
She had two little girls and a mortgage to pay.
I offered to help her, but she was too proud,
And her sickness was shortening her beautiful life.
Her husband refused to take the children,
Like a memory, he faded away;
More than her own impending death,
She worried about her two babies.
With no other family to take them,
They were heading for Foster Care.
I begged Rosa to let me care for them,
I looked her in the eyes and promised her;
Her children would never want for nothing,
I would bring them up like she would want.
I swore to her that I would love them and nurture them.
The adoption took place three days before her death,
And I was there with her when she died.
Waiting back at home were my two girls,
My precious diamonds in the rough…