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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

*Mask*Tonight hearts will beat
Identities are concealed
When we masquerade.

Familiar voices
Behind flamboyant disguise
Recognize those eyes.

2013 Delice1941
13th April2013

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never

EndlingHere am I, the captive thylacine
Treading my tiger-striped, ungainly way
Around the metal-mesh confinement of my cage
Here am I, exhibited, exhumed
Brought from the brink to pace another day
A living testament, a final thumbmarked page
Here am I, the only specimen
Bereft of mate, of pups, of kin, of kind
Watching the claws of history extending
Here am I, the final thylacine
The only one, the last, the lost, the endling.

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

You never chose the middle pathYou never chose the middle path, the place
of careful, safe and unremarkable,
the sky at 10 am, the camp at base,
the decaf paper cup unbreakable.

You had to go with high and low and real,
with rich and fast and things more notable:
the sky at midnight, Himalayan-feel,
the oxygen and you, unstoppable.

But then your weight became too much for skies.
Your melamine became a china cup.
And those who cried moved on to lesser highs.
They look ahead, or down, but never up.

You never chose the middle path, you raced.
I’m looking up, and pray that speed is graced.

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Things That StayLife through pain, always hates
Death is plain, always fate
Right is wrong, in this case
Wrong is right, when first place
Day falls, upon our horizon
Night calls, as the beast rises
Saints are sinners, only in secret
Sinners are saints, only with reason
Fighting a war, to obtain peace
Peace is expensive, we must now lease
Showing affection, are you okay?
Pass the infection, please can you stay?
Loving is caring, without a heart
Caring is loving, only when you start
Color builds walls, only in light
Black and white erases, all in our sight
Living is surviving, through all of hell
Surviving is not living, all is not well
Menace lasts, through all else
Memories carry, pasts will now melt
Reality is simple, never amazing
Imagination, will make you crazy
Fantasy will whisk you away,
But you can not lie all day.
Get lost, and you may get far
From the facts, that leave their scar
Only these things can stay,
As I shoot myself where I lay.

Dark AgesPlague purging people of the land,
Knights never kneel unless mad.
Warriors wielding weapons of war,
Never knowing nooses adorn every home.
Futile fertility for feudalistic life,
Has created caskets, corpses with no light.
Children can't keep hold for very long,
Tis' glorious time tells tales of all.

Empty SlatesWhat do you do, when you see a slate?
An empty white, always blank.
Surely you can not leave it at such a state,
For we must ease it of it's pain.
Paint an array of blue,
Or turn it to a purple hue!
As we fixate what we want it to be,
Nobody ever asked the slate's wants and needs.
For everyone painted it, without hesitation,
Never thinking of it's own salvation.
Now your array of colors fades to black,
And the slate you wanted will never come back.

Magical ForestMagical forest, whisk me away
I don't protest, let me stay,
Because no matter the years you take from me
The Mad Hatter would surely make it glee!
The music that emanates from this place,
Can be called no farther than great!
As the magic moves me from side to side,
There's never a Rule I would have to abide!
Flowers bloom in the darkest of places,
You would never believe all the friendly faces!
But everyone has one, they surely do, in this magical place,
You'd never leave once you had a taste!
Wander the maze, search the forests!
Beat all the challenging tests of courage!
But please don't leave, you must want to stay,
For we still haven't taken your life away!

Rising Sun \ | /
\ A chance has come. /
\ ____ ____ /
A sun rises,
\ ______ ______ /
Over a horizon.
______ ______
Washing

All Things ApartWhat is luck?
Is it when you are struck,
By lightning, sharp and painful.
Or is luck something more delightful?
Is it the penny on the street?
The muck on the copper makes it discreet,
As everyone walks over or around,
Never aware that luck is round.
Yes, that must be luck; but what is chance?
Why it must be a daffodil, looking to dance.
Move to the music, have some fun;
But after that night, your chance is done.
Maybe it's an unpaved road, that splits in two.
You must take one, only you can choose.
Which one will have opportunity, as you build;
Make something of a forgotten field.
Surely one of those is chance, but what of dreams?
Can you make all these things seem,
More fact than fiction, as we move closer to the end;
They must surely look like something that needs to be tended.
Or are they endless, like the stars,
Always being reborn in every heart.
Every heart that hears will sound like that train,
As thought races from the mind and brain.
Luck is a filthy penny, found on the

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A Trip Out Of Reality

by ~Aazdremzol, Jan 30, 2013, 4:58:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Welcome to the world, as stories tell me,

A place beyond mortality.

Where we can let imagination seem,

And hide from reality.

Let your artistry take us to your home,

As we fly past clouds and space.

Find that reality is no real entity,

While drifting to a magic place.

Cause there's no fantastic reality,

Where faeries roam without our dreams.

Just trust us, spread your wings of imagery,

As we flow from here like wild steam.

Find the sword in stone, wield it as it glows.

Make magic roam where we go,

And make a wonderland with skies of green.

Fantasy is what we know.

For when we open our eyes to life again,

We will leave our paradise.

Turning all the dull of grey to an array,

And life shall no longer ice.

A Trip Out Of Realityby ~Aazdremzol

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Take a trip with me, into another reality

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~Pagan-Moon-Dreamer Jan 31, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Very beautiful poem, but one thing real magic is spelled like this "magaick" and not the way you wrote it in santza 4 verse 2.

Other then that really amazing poem.

~Aazdremzol Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for the tip, I will change that as soon as possible.
Also thanks, I am glad you like it. ^^

~Pagan-Moon-Dreamer Feb 9, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

You are very welcome, keep up the great work. I enjoyed reading it.

~Padmelov Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

So butaful you know your way around words perficly

~Aazdremzol Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, it took me an hour to make that xD
(Hint: Think of this as a poem about dA and it makes more sense ^^)

~Padmelov Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah I know what you mean

(Yeah it dose lolz)

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