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October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.

Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.

Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.

With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.

The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore

Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of

A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams

— Arthur Crow © 2012

Empty Nestand as your sepia-saturated voice fades into the night

you will remember all those dreams you woke from,
weeping, for the conversations you'd never
have and the people you'd never get back

you will remember the flock of birds that used to
reside in your chest, pounding against your
ribcage, crying to be free (and you will try
to remember the day their wings went silent)

as you hear the leaves hum and the sky pulse,
you will try to fall into cadence with the steady
music of nature, but instead begin to believe you're just

an outlier.

you will tell yourself, in your needly, narcissistic
way: you are a falling star, a withering cel

Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.

Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.

Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...

The FallingThe Falling

Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow

Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul

Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra

Chorus Of Confliction"Chorus Of Confliction"

He threw her in a metal chair
Handcuffed wrists; pulled back hair
Stripping her almost completely bare
She wasn't going anywhere
What perfect timing as of now
For their parents had been out of town
What a way for siblings to behave
He had prepared for her an unmarked grave
This time she was going to hear him out
Annoyed by her pleas and pouts
He placed the tape onto her mouth
Her pleas now just muffled shouts
He had told her she had better stop
He warned her like a constant clock
She liked to rain on his parade
Turning nights into darkened shades
He knew he had to do this to her
Still he couldn't b

Indefinite Tidesshe speaks in vinegar riddles
and bides her time in shipwrecked
smiles- she's
ticking off days for the boy
with stormy eyes who promised
he'd be back in a season or
two. he, who was

crafted from the leftover bits of the moon
and the meandering sky with runaway
stars lurking deep beneath his ribcage,
waiting to fall whenever he spoke
like a saint, whose divine sacraments
parted land and birthed lives; like a
sorcerer whose words launched a
thousand sunken ships but

now, she pops pills like reminders,
stabilizers that last 4-6 hours
depending on her ability to forget

and she's lost in herself
again, among faltering brainwa

Water Bomb"Water Bomb"

Everyday my little boat
Becomes filled with more and more water
My shoes are starting to get soaked
Like lambs unaware in the slaughter
There seems to be some kind of hole
Just big enough for water to get through
The hole isn't big by any means
But I don't know what to do
And everyday my little boat
Sinks deeper and deeper in the sea
I can't rewrite the script I wrote
I can't undo what is to be
The hole now becoming cracks
I tried to plug with paint and clay
With barrels full of whole grain sacks
But even still the boat decayed
And I just can't stop this water
From seeping in little by little
Every damn crack a

Lostmayday mayday, are you receiving?
is anyone listening, this ship is sinking,
there's blood on the waves, concrete rumors of mutiny.
treason at sea, last words in morse code, anyone..

throwing what's left of our lives on this line.
casting lines returning empty,
the static silence leaves us reeling..

if you're out there:
we can't.. much longer.. this is.. make it home.
tell her.. loved her.. over and out.. we are undone.
end transmission.

He Smiles Without A Mouth

He always watches, but he has no eyes.

He laughs behind you, but he cannot speak.

He follows you everywhere you go, but he does not walk.

He always smiles, but he has no mouth.

He stands a great height, but he is given no advantage.

He is in the back yard, but he does not announce himself.

He is known as the slender man, but he has no name.

myths and the things that really matterin a season of wavering will
and ripe regret, I was born
too old - into a fragile world
of butterfly feathers and
springtime secrets, tied tenderly
around hollow hallucinations and
carefully called a "dream"

they promise you things
when you are too young to
understand the monsters under
your bed are really fragments
of you, left to disintegrate
in the dark. they say: you
will touch the world, you will
know the stars by name, you
will be our deliverance from
all the things we were not

you will be strong.

but they don't know, no,
I am a yard sale:

I sold my heart to a boy
with lilting lies and eyes
that looked human

Sweat, Spice, and ScarsYour eyes,
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.

I want my insides back.

Agoraphobic
He would often catch the coursers of a newly printed page
or lock upon the wingspan of departing poetry.

But once the years corroded and the pages crumbled,
fantasizing was no longer enough

Soon he found that these shallow fabrications had all the depth
of a black and white page.

I Was On A CloudI was the boy who remained silent
Through those weeks, months and years
Watching the tide begin to rise
From all of your fallen tears

A tide of insecurity
That in time became so deep
It would set about draining you
Of all the secrets that you keep

I was the boy who remained mute
I watched your life unfold from above
As you were shattered with pain
And given false hope with love

So many times I was tempted
To come and heal my angels pain
But up above in the blue sky
For now at least I would remain

I was the boy who stayed silent
A hush so deafeningly loud
You were never alone though
Princess, I was on a cloud

I watched as a

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Actress
Luxurious lies dropped in
sparks from her lips
like the last cigarette of the day.
With fine slender nails
she unfurled rolls of red
like match striking breath to a flame.

She slithers her way
through a slicked inky gown
with eyes trimmed in frosting of gold.
Her rose pedal lips
bloomed above whitened fangs.
Rehearsing the lines she was told.

She spends her days spinning
within a glass box
reinventing new ways to perform.
Checking off names
of the public she mocks
While sliding their tongues across thorns.

The actress, the mask,
the palm of your hand
hearts opening now and again.
Her mind is a slate;
a canvas

Beneath The Black Willows

Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.

Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.

Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.

Pianist

His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow

Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.

He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.

So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await

We Dreamed Of Silver Sails

Remember those winters by the lake so long ago?
We were bundled in cotton and swaddled in snow.
Soft naked footprints 'cross paralyzed sea.
The breath of our skin left a pathway of steam.

Like music box figures, we'd spin on ten toes.
Our breath fogged the walls of our hourglass dome.
Folding our secrets like white paper swans,
we kissed them with wax and we locked them in jars.

The trees were our fortress. The sky was our home.
Our ink splattered fingers carved hearts in the stone.
We fashioned red kites 'round the waist of our wrists.
They left for us tails through the rings of cream mist.

We laughed an

In The Garden

The sunlight threw its hair across the peeling iron fence
Bathing rosebud domes in deep vanilla shades

Katydids clicked their thighs as moonbeamed moths ducked
Taking shelter beneath shadowed petal veils

I kissed the pale dawn, leaping over iron fence
My barefoot soles left yellow streaks across the silver stones

In the shadow of a sparrow I kept the garden path
One by one the slender trees curtsied as I passed

The liquid honey sunlight filtered through the Autumn dawn
And here I spent my afternoon, Dreaming winters gone

The End

Yellow Spring

It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.

Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.

Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.

While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.

The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.

Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.

The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.

In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.

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Abeo Solus

by ~HoldTheNoise, Oct 8, 2012, 1:43:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high, twisting round the mountain's eye, tracing breath of shattered skies and filling velvet palms. Falling sparrow, cry of stone, wings of mist and powder bone sipping, slipping from thy throne within their crimson throng. Treading now, beneath the clouds As what was once so heaven bound now falling, falling, to the ground And singing silent songs. Fly no more, above the arcs singing side thy fellow Larks curl beneath their shadows dark and sing your silent songs. Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high, now sings of silent songs.

Abeo Solusby ~HoldTheNoise

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This poem is a little bit more of a personal bit, so I don't expect you all to interpret every bit as I do. Also had some fun with a little Queen's English flare (or whatever the technical name is) XD

Inspired by a lovely painting by =PEHDTSCKJMBA found here [link]

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*Cygam-7 Feb 28, 2013 General Artist

one word. EPIC

~HoldTheNoise Mar 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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~tommyboywood Dec 22, 2012 Professional Writer

nice imagery

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Thank you!

~Mierren Oct 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

wow. this is absolutely impressive! you really have outdone yourself this time!

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~Shamoneness Oct 25, 2012 Student Photographer

This is so amazing! I absolutely love your way of writing c: It seems so effortless

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Thank you!! I'm glad you took the time to read it OvO

~Hardly-Crazy Oct 14, 2012

This reminds me of the story of the guy who only had one wing, so someone made him another out of wax. Then the guy was able to fly, only he got too close to the sun and the wax wing melted. Sorry, I can't think of any names or what the story was called...This was a beautiful poem, I enjoyed it so much ^^

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