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Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better

But purposely doing worse.

Toying with love by the tether

And laughing when it hurts.

Prevailing by any measure

With no intention to reimburse.

Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures

Gaining what you never truly deserved.

To live a life of complete leisure

And never keeping to your words.

Manipulating and applying pressure

Be

the simple truth...he took one breath
and
behold!
(the world)

stars open
sleep pending

and all
is love
between

Mass RealityPlastic society
Isolated streams of consciousness
Reusable
Creations that do not matter

Decentralised stupidity
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Cardboard cups
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings

Wired towers
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Contagious
Assimilated self destruction
Antidote
Buried by acquired wishes

Plastic society
Its mindless billions of br

Bitter sweetThe feeling that you can never die
That nothing bad can never happen to any of you
Is nothing but a convenient lie
To defend yourself from the impact of truth

But the truth is and open hearted gentleman
He doesn't like to deceive anyone, you're not an exception
The truth is that there is only a thing to gain
It is the way towards the end of an action

The mind is blind, it ignores and fools
Even the facts essential to know
It defends itself from the pain of the words
And blocks the heart, which becomes cold as a snow

The words that we don't hear, those important ones
Stay within our beings, no matter how fast we run
Those silent whispers

Cancer has no refereeHad I known
To wish this year
I'd have wished
You could stay here.

You locked horns with Cancer
Despite your battle to be free
Glory days turned sad days
Cancer has no referee.

You beautiful woman
Your life taken in vain.
At least your at rest now
No more memories consumed by pain.

Mind, Body, and SoulHere

Mind, body and soul
All there but just barely
everything still fits
but it's like puzzle pieces
I'm not sure where they're all supposed to go

Here

Mind and body
soul left when everything went spiraling out of control
not being able to keep up with the new twist and turns
so leaving me was the only option

Here

Body
mind was getting exhausted
with soul gone there wasn't anything left to care about
hopes were only plexiglass windows
you can see what could be but just can't reach it
now I'm walking aimlessly from place to place

Here

Alone
body couldn't make it
too many pieces of this puzzle were missing
with no soul to

AsylumYour heart is an asylum.

I
wandered
in
like an anthem-less refugee.

Loneliness is a circle of Hell
Dante failed
To write
About.

You heart is an asylum.
(And I am shaking in its chambers).

Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.

Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.

Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fal

BITTER HERBIn the darkest seams of your immortal psyche,
where the nude brushstrokes of pitch sweeps
against the inside of your skull, where the
Earth is deep with relics beaming timelessness,
will you plant the seeds of Prejudice and Hate
and fall so far beneath a fathomless shroud
that not even a bed of opium poppies could
awaken you from the death you chose to own?
Will you empty your pockets of deboned sweets
and fill them with poultices of bitter herbs?
Will you trade Love for Hell's Hate and
Compassion for Bigotry and Blame? Will you
furrow your soul with dried Desire and the
ashes of Purity long cooled in a stream festering
with promiscuous pois

Is atheism based on faith?The definition of 'faith' is "belief that is not based on proof". Can you prove that God does not exist? You can't, hence atheism is faith. This statement alone would be very controversial so let me elaborate.

I think your objection as an atheist to this statement might be that you've always maintained that atheism is the neutral position and now suddenly I'm bringing that into question for you. However, the fact that atheism is a belief does NOT depreciate atheism or the arguments for it. An atheist is still a non-believer and it's a very rational position to take. If however you feel uncomfortable with the idea that there is no evidence of

Opposites AttractFire and Ice.
You’ll burn me with one touch.
I’ll freeze you with just a glance.

Sun and Moon.
You rise with the biggest star in the sky.
I return with the little light in the nighttime.

Sugar and Spice.
I live to sweeten your stone heart.
You live to heat up my soul.

War and Peace.
You’re eager to start a fight.
I’m there to pull you out of the chaos.

Dry and Wet.
You’ll carry me through a desert.
I’ll kiss you in the rain.

Winter and Summer.
The beauty of snow pulls you in.
And you bring on the heat.

Heaven and Hell.
I refuse to be a sinner.
But you’re quick to drag me to the devil’s la

Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).

******

I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"

Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.

Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.

The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.

Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
fabricating nightmares
and crimso

Shh. (Extension II)Shh, to hear the silent scream
of the girl you used to be.

Don't blink; she'll flash before your eyes.
To let her escape would not be wise.

She's a monster, built of tears and pain.
She'll rip at your soul till no joy remains.

She's out of control, a tangled mess,
Screaming for sorrow, for pain, distress.

It's imperative to keep her locked in cage,
Sealed with your agony, your accumulated rage.

Remember: she'll hurt them, too,
the ones who mean so much to you.

For however you choose to lock her away,
She will demand of you what you cannot pay.

The thoughts of a zombieSoft brains,

Hard brain,

Insane brains,

Smart brains,

Blonde brains,

Deformed brains,

Perfect brains,

Half a brain,

Small brains,

Big brains,

Dirty brains,

Crazy brains,

Your brain,

His brains,

Their brains,

All brains.

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flavor flourishes
forever on our lips,
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with one drop
of bland energy.

Take me there,
that I may capture
your teasing smile
as we split a drink
with cream topping.
Meet me there,
that I may sweep
my fingers across
your delicate cheek
after you leave a trace
of sweet vanilla frost.
Come, so we may hold
the most luring feast
any cafe has seen.

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Amid the fire and the rain,
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And I want to know how it feels
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A World of Color

by *SereneCyrene, Jan 4, 2013, 6:30:24 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

If I could fall so deep
within my sleep,
I'd dream of fantasies
where all is bright,
even through the night
with colors of neon green.
And under the emerald sky
that lingers high,
I'd dip into the blue
where mermaids sway
and little fishes play
until the break of noon.
Then in the fields
where red fruits yield,
I'd climb the golden trees
and feel all the love
of heaven above
as I fly into the breeze.
Then later on
when it reaches dawn,
I'd dance under the sun
that gently beams
and shines upon my dreams
and moves me forever on.

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Just a simple poem I wrote recently. Not really sure what I think. What do you think?

~tommyboywood Jan 17, 2013 Professional Writer

beautiful vision of paradise

*SereneCyrene Jan 17, 2013 Student General Artist

I'm glad you think so.

~tommyboywood Jan 16, 2013 Professional Writer

cool

*SereneCyrene Jan 16, 2013 Student General Artist

Thanks.

~GhostFire1337 Jan 7, 2013 Student Digital Artist

when i saw the word "dream" i had to read this XD i love dreaming...

amazing poem, the best i've ever seen in my life.

btw, do you know what lucid dreaming is?

*SereneCyrene Jan 7, 2013 Student General Artist

Thank you so much! I've never had anyone tell me that my poem was the best they've ever seen!

And I think I know what lucid dreaming is. Isn't it when you are conscious of your own dreams? Like you know when you're dreaming?

~GhostFire1337 Jan 8, 2013 Student Digital Artist

yusss, and you get to control your dreams.

i achieved lucidity and was able to fly.

*SereneCyrene Jan 8, 2013 Student General Artist

That sounds pretty cool! Most of the time I don't know when I'm dreaming until I reach the very end of my dream. Then I realize that the crazy events happening around can't be real.

~GhostFire1337 Jan 8, 2013 Student Digital Artist

dreams are always illogical.... btw, can you add me?

*SereneCyrene Jan 8, 2013 Student General Artist

Sure thing.

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