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Shut TightMouth sewn tight
Shut forever silently
Secrets never revealed
Yet upheld promptly

What rests behind this web of lies
This lingering false shroud of hope
This cold calamity that's life
As truth no longer equals sanity

Sewn mouth shut
Locked truth within
Straight jacket on
Nothing's going on.
The burden of ImmortalityIf my immortal heart wouldn’t waver with every sad predicament
Would the world still keep on turning, would it still revolve eventful and free
Would my heart, steadfast and strong, still beat in utmost harmony?
 
Its bittersweet duet of a bluebird’s joyous song,
Combined with the nightingale’s mournful melody.
 
If love could be unending, would it surpass the tooth of time?
As time itself becomes an unknown word before these vacillating eyes.
Would time still be a ticking clock, would years or ages lose its charms.
As eternity takes me into its arms.
 
My heart, my love, my immortality..
A curse, an ailment, an unending mockery.
 
As eternity would hollow out the heavy words,
Rendering them void and light.
So would my heart be burdened underneath this ageless time.
Love would lose its splendorous glamour, as it expresses its fragility.
The once eventful world, would turn no more, a
Desirable ShadowsSuspense of quivering porcelain awaiting gentle caress,
As this warm scarlet grazes tender tissue.
Its vivid energy, swiftly passing from one body to another,
As a soundless stranger sneaking in the back alley,
This kiss shall reminisce like sweet morning dew.
My dancer in the shadow - who’s  shades outline this lover’s lips.
Bird of PreyWhy would you go about killing pigeons
Those pigeons that roam our streets
Night and day – day and night.
 
They feast like birds of prey
Prey on all that is to decay.
Night and day – day and night.
 
Why would you go about
Destroying innocence.
Instead of letting it roam freely.
It’s not like it preys on.. you.
 
Not during night nor day – day nor night.
 
The only predator on the street,
Night and day – day and night
Is you.
Inside the BellyGnaw upon these bones I present you with,
these freshly slain slabs of meat.
 
That vile stench of the wicked wench, her voice no more but an empty echo.
 
Alas inside the belly of the beast - three headed hound.
Her final screech released, she is no more but a lingering memory.
Harbinger of painful sorrowWith breath that would wilt any flower
Foreboding chaos and disarray.
 
Love never tasted so bitter,
As when you took it away.
 
You architect of voids, Harbinger of painful sorrow.
Malignant thief of many a heart, the bringer of this woeful art.
Imaginary RestraintsTrouble rose across the border of
imaginary silver clouds, crashing into the velvet shores and scarlet tinted seas.
 
The clouds tearing apart their sense of apathy,
the lingering sentimental fake oceanic tranquillity.
 
As waves flow away from shores
Velvet and crimson;  we abhor.
 
Scarlet, and crimson, velvet too,
Red stained satisfaction, so deliberate, so untrue.
Grace the horizon shores and sea,
Puncture their silence and baptize me.
 
Abominable colours, overflown.
Cast away my jaded crown,
Throw it right on down the seas.
For they shall hold no more imaginary clouds nor false tranquillity.
SilenceWhen silence breaks the strongest noise.
Nothing spoken yet strongly felt,
Reminiscent of your voice.
Brain (F)artIt looks like today's art is just going to be another brain fart.
A mediocre attempt at magnificent photography
Point and click, please photo shop me.

Alas not even poetry goes untouched
As the steel cuts flesh and scars me.
Another emo's diary thrown online for innocent eyes to see.

F12, nor screenshot can be called artsy
Alas t'may be pretty.

Though not all art is to be a brain fart
There are still some diamonds in the rough
Just buried underneath the self-importance and vanity.

Accept my deepest apology as I become part of the hypocrisy
Enjoy this crappy poem, t'is my terrible attempt at poetry.
One DayTwo at night, the nightingale sung.
The church bells rung – in deep melancholy.
I’m left behind as the untold stories clung fresh to mind.
Time has aged me, turned me none the less wise.
A single red rose - upon the coffin of my dearly departed wife.
It’s been 20 years since the nightingale sung,
The church bells rung.
I’ll recall the stories we could have told.
Those untold stories, that were ready to unfold.
               
When eyes no longer see.When the eyes suddenly cease to grasp reality
(A) Reality that is fixed upon a set of rules
Rules given and enforced freely
Freely by some deluded madman.
(But) Madmen create not reality
Reality becomes inevitably harder to detect
Detect the thin line between imagination and sanity.
Sanity escapes our minds freely as it retreats itself from our society.
(A) Society no longer worth living.
DependenceIf not for them,
Who would we be?
 
If they lose their will
To be steadfast and free.
 
Who'll supports the person
That supports me? 
Beauty in ...There is Beauty in sadness
When an empathic gesture
Attempts to drown out the sorrow
When the melancholy takes over
And shrouds the world in its greyest veil.
There is beauty in the simplicity of sorrow
As its raw emotion discolours the world as we perceive it.
There is grace in empathy as it restores and caresses
these tender threads whom we hold on too.
There is beauty in the shedding of tears
To be overcome by fear.
But true beauty only shines within the darkest hour
When all hope has faded and despair takes hold.
True beauty is what keeps us standing,
It's what friendship and compassion upholds.
OpaqueYour opaque mask lays broken beneath you,
As its thorns unwrapped your face.
Your forceful ire unable to withstand
That immortal fire, such ravishing grace.
 
And as you burn within this pyre,
You consume me -- not partially but wholly
As do I surrender to this fire, and succumb to your beauty.
 
Your eyes so full and overflowing,
They downpour straight into me.
My opaque crown disintegrates
As you tear it down and set me free.
Prepare to.. exit tranquillityPrepare to..
It’s as if peace has left us.
Chaos sneaks upon me as I wake up,
I Slowly but surely walk towards the front door.
Open her only to embrace the still silent darkness,
No birds singing, nor a single word uttered.
A final swift, brief moment of tranquillity.
It’s only 04:45am, perhaps a bit early,
for the city to wake from its slumber.
 
I proceed with caution,
As a thief in the night
Walking these trusted darkened streets
They are otherwise crowded and unlikable.
Tourists swarm together, flocking like seagulls, 
Removing every shred of its former serenity.
But not now at 05:00am in the deep morning glory.
 
I reach the marketplace,
Desolate, abandoned, not a single soul to detect,
Only the sound of the wind howling through the many streets.
I can think, come to peace during my morning routine.
Though alas it’s not a thing that lasts long
I cherish every minute,
Savour it’s sweet taste, inhale it’s fresh air
Smell it
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Tear me apart

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If I’d disappear in the middle of the night
Like a silent whisper caught into howling wind
Forever out of reach, forever out of sight.
Much like a tree in winter I slowly wither – but do not die.

I’d be the fleeting smoke from your blown out candlelight.
Would you still utter words as I’m floating away from all reality?
As I find myself here and now, contemplating this fake suicide.

Will you be the escape pod that shoots me into a celestial sky, away from all those chains that shackle me.
Away from myself, my former me.. It feels much like dying, this change that I’m trying.
Perhaps you could cut me free from all transparency, from delusional thoughts and fake reality.
Tear me from limb to limb until you can tear no more.
And as this pain increases and everything ceases to exist, I’m reborn and break free from this mist.
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Feedback and comments are much appreciated!
A little extra information : Yes - this is indeed how I sometimes feel.. my apathy is ruining my life and I feel like trying to change it is like killing myself.
As if I'm blocking out and removing some parts of me, only to be reborn, to be free and new.

1. What did you think of it?
2. Did the message convey properly?
3. What is your own struggle in life - do you sometimes lay awake thinking about it?
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Critique by ~shehrozeameen Nov 26, 2012, 8:35:28 PM
1. What did you think of it?

I thought it was deep - it was relatable in so many ways, but deep; which meant it could take double meaning, and hence had a two way flow to it.
2. Did the message convey properly?

Its a melancholic cry for someone to give the writer a listen - to hark at his weeping moans before he becomes a fleeting smoke from a blown out candlelight.

3. What is your own struggle in life - do you sometimes lay awake thinking about it?

To be honest, I become a variety of emotions: anger, hatred, agonizing disregard, and then just when it turns unbearable, I start weeping.
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Critique by ~RomeoDesCerises Nov 26, 2012, 6:14:45 PM
I like how you paced it; I love rhythm in poetry, and it certainly had one. Some things irk me, as a grammar nazi, though I certainly get the main idea, you have some funnily placed prepositions; in your last line, and AS... UNTIL, and IF, in the first line, without a complimentary then. Just some things, perhaps, to revise. So far as the feeling, (wow, I've never been asked to respond to that! Charming ) I remember a time when I did feel like that, though I've changed; ironically, I'm not sure how I feel about having felt like that. Sadly, I couldn't tell you how well the message was conveyed, because as much as it seems well enough, I accidentally spoiled it and read the description first! (What can I say? I like italics.) I lay awake thinking about many things, and as I ponder my flaws, I think about a very stark irony that there is in that. I find that, often, what somebody thinks is their problem, is anything but. Take, for example, that for the longest time, I felt that I was too stingy, a total Scrooge. But I've been told, (and without prompt, as well; I don't think they were only trying to cheer me up) that I, on the contrary, don't take enough time for myself, that I'm too often worried about what my friends want to worry about my wants. It's all in how you look at it, though. Nice poetry, I'll make a note to read more of yours!

(Sorry about the doublepost! Ad got in the way of me seeing the critique button.)

Now that this is a critique, I'll explain my ratings.

The vision and originality were sterling; I couldn't tell you that the vision was anything but, because it was introspective. It was incredibly original in that it pondered something not everyone wonders about all the time.

I felt like the technique could be improved in mostly a grammatical way; not just by replacing the odd prepositions, but by establishing a stronger message to the object. That is, are you demanding? (Cut me free!) Are you hoping? (Perhaps you could cut me free.) Unsure? (Maybe if you cut me free...) it could strengthen the reader's view of what you feel.

Lastly, the impact was amazing, because of the originality. It made me think about the topic alot. Though, I felt it was weakened by the unclear status of your conviction; are you so determined, that you're demanding this of the object, with bravado? Are you unsure? How bold do you feel?

Loved it, good work! Keep it up! :)
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Much obliged.
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~waters11 Dec 2, 2012
hey i like it how are you
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*PuzzledHeartBox Dec 3, 2012
Thank you, I'm fine and you?
Anything happened lately with you and the Mr.Ozz?
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~waters11 Dec 3, 2012
no nothing why? but i am good!
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*PuzzledHeartBox Dec 3, 2012
Oh no, just curious what you guys are up to :p.
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~waters11 Dec 4, 2012
nothing, having some friends spend the night tonight. and we are all watching a movie. so what are you up to!!!
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*PuzzledHeartBox Dec 4, 2012
What movie, if I may ask?

I just bought Infamous 2 yesterday, continuing my path of pure evil(evil karma - the demon of empire city).
It's nice cause you can choose to be the hero or the villain, but being a hero is such a drag :lol:
I prefer blasting everything and everyone who's in my way, saves time and effort :giggle:

I'm looking forward to playing it some more this evening, I'm currently at work - but work is yet to arrive :bucktooth:
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~waters11 Dec 4, 2012
pineapple express
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*PuzzledHeartBox Dec 4, 2012
Oh god.. brilliant movie, have you seen Trainspotting yet?
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