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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world

But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
Not yours
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
My way

An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.

And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.

Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.

A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.

Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.

The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.

ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without hesitation
Without reserve it sings

Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars

I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made

Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives

So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

A fresh startA fire inside me was ignited
I am a little more delighted
Breathing easily again
As I welcome an old friend

Sometimes you have to refresh
A restart of a broken past
Someday you'll understand
Where it is that I stand

I'll admit I was weak at the knees
The hits I've taken staggered me
But I am now growing conceit
With solid ground under my feet

Let it be hills
Let it be seas
Ill find a way
To conquer these

Nothing more than all I am
I'll prove myself the better man

All in Good Time Look, as the seed falls down into the garden.

Freshly tilled awaiting for its crop

Remaining anxiously, we were bidden

Waiting until the fruit was ready to drop

How long, we ask, how long till they mature?

Surely you won’t be demanding of our time?

So many hours, days, weeks and years we must endure!

To ensnare us here must be a doubtless crime.

A multitude did leave without another word

Even as the sapling did begin to grow

This waiting game, they claimed, was quite absurd

How could something good come from something so slow?

Alone, I did harvest the fruit when it was in its prime.

All the best things grow with patience

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For Those that Dare to AskSo many things we hastily wish for
Which we imagine we would adore.

You there who asks for golden things
Shall realise that wealth no freedom brings.

And those who ask for glory and fame?
The world quickly forgets their name.

Now you who asks for a beautiful face;
Affection may still evade you with no trace.

And those who ask for just love only
Will find its cruelty still leaves them lonely.

You who interferesPain is my greatest delight
But you cannot bear the sight
Of agony bringing me a smile
(You treat it as some new trial
To overcome and myself remake
Yet you do it not for my own sake).

Pick me up and piece me together
Whisper in unheeding ears to never
Play this unknown sickening game
(But broken and whole I am the same
So I'll simply start playing anew…
Please don't get caught up in it too)

You wrap a hand round my throat
So be glad I have no breath to gloat.
Look at the madness that I am
(And you want to join this old sham
What has now happened to you?
What happened to your great virtue?)

Those who hear what they wantIf you ask me about love's great truths
I shall then your sincere liar be
To say I have answers despite my youth
And talk of beating hearts and one soft plea
Never to be left alone once more.

Love it was not, but I'll describe it as such,
For you've already made up your mind
That the longing you feel for a new boy's touch
Means that your heart is newly aligned.
So I'll not rain on your hasty parade,
And if you're broken by his rejection
In a cruel way to end this new charade
Then I'll try to heal you from his infection.
And you'll never be alone once more.

Into Far FlightBeauty has rejected me with quick fingers
(Though the teasing touch still somehow lingers)
Should not Beauty the words of poems embrace?
And not take from these phrases into far flight?
Yet She treats my inadequacy as an amusing case
That derives great joy for Her mercurial face
So She runs alone to our bleak eternal night.

A Few Pretty WordsIn the teenage unspoken tradition
I write poems by shameful admission.
I don't pretend to know this art
For I'm no poet within my heart.
Fling a few pretty words together,
Throw in a reference to the weather,
Hope that it somehow sounds right,
Look it over and some parts rewrite.

It can seem so easy to be newly inspired
And I've a poem or two more now acquired.
I don't pretend to master the poetry-game
And such a thing I'll never proclaim;
In the teenage unspoken tradition
I write poems by shameful admission.

The Dragon Chained to my WristI keep a dragon chained to my wrist
He looks back at me with a great grin
The meaning of which I think I missed.
As I run a finger across his steel skin
Inanimate metal seems to rise to my touch
But my dragon is chained to his leather bed
Nor could I even free him from such…
Anyway, he has not any wings to spread.
At least stapled to my leather band
Is better than broken upon the floor
For he has not even some legs and
Not even a moving mouth for a dragon's roar.

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Fear and the Future

by ~Avenvia, Apr 30, 2010, 12:38:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

In youth eternal my fear was this;
That life should deny me of my bliss.
Fear shall grant such ardent delight
When love is granted after each fight.
Such passion is burned in our youth
Yet we all forget that solitary truth.

Come the barrier of adult and child
I grew weary of love and became wild
With a fresh new cynic's stern contempt
Of the future some lost child dreamt.
Instead of future I wanted mystique
Something to simply mark me unique.

Away from hatred I wandered on
With new fears becoming so strong.
The future had come calling once more
But with reality to support its law.
I had not a loving partner nor career
And no direction at which to steer.

I claimed indifference and spoke a lie
But the blank fog of future was yet more sly
Fear once again beside me strode
And kept upon my back that shifting load;
What is it that humans will always lust?
But we say fills us with pitying disgust?

We are so obviously cruelly incomplete
To crave the knowledge that we are elite.
Through memory we'd live for an age or two
And reach truce with Death without further ado,
For our fear is of being more of the same
When Death strips us of all but a name.

Fear and the Futureby ~Avenvia

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~Souless-Journey Jun 15, 2010

The thing I like about your poem and your structure is that you actually you use it well.
So many rhyme and it doesn't suit their poems. It's something complicated when you want
it used effectively. There is this depth into this poem, only certain reader's might be able to see. But I enjoy this concept.
The last line is irreplaceable.

~Avenvia Jun 15, 2010 Student Writer

The last line's one of my favourites too. It's just one of those lines that I've written and been totally happy with. Thanks for the feedback

~Souless-Journey Jun 15, 2010

Oh! I look when that happens!

The feeling of feeling proud that you've made
something to feel like gold to yourself! Lol
And your very welcome.

~Avenvia Jun 15, 2010 Student Writer

I often use bits of my favourite lines as the title, but I don't like to use the ending line as the title, so it's nice that someone noticed it anyway

~Souless-Journey Jun 15, 2010

Ah ha! I see, that's clever. Well, its a silver line! >.>
(I like silver better than gold lol)

~Avenvia Jun 16, 2010 Student Writer

Silver it is, then!

~Souless-Journey Jun 16, 2010

Haha! xD White gold, silver, screw yellow gold lol

~Avenvia Jun 16, 2010 Student Writer

I'd go for white gold any day! It just goes with a lot more than regular gold

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~einnobztron Jun 11, 2010 Student Writer

I'd say that is a very worthy fear. . .
what is the world, but perception and memory?
well done.

~Avenvia Jun 11, 2010 Student Writer

You're absolutely right. Thanks

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