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Synthetic DreamsThrough my titanium arteries
I feel
A draining pulse of mystery
Reaching
My stainless heartbeat

I really wonder why
By this unforgettable sense
Of being
I am
Both from inertia freed
And yet by doubt restrained

My artificial mind touched
By unknown troubles
Awakening
Something deep down
This miserable existence

Would it really last forever?

For a semblance of humanity
I would
Surrender to mortality
And yet
Having no God to pray for it
I'm lost
In my synthetic dreams.
Invisible BlissA morning golden beam kisses the ground
Dewdrops shine on blades of grass
Clock strikes seven, breaks the silence
The town awakes

New dawn, new day
Time to get back working
Carrying on sweet memories
Of the weeks gone by

Building new castles in the sky

Carried on by the damp scent of dawn
Fantasies, promises, and hopes
All of them will last as long as twenty-four hours
Before being drowned in dusk
An endless magic circle
New ones coming, old ones going
...And it's so beautiful

An ever renewing little wonderful miracle
So often it happens, and goes unnoticed
And we voyagers in dreamland never wish to wake up
And see
What's
SolitaireGrey clouds grouping in a bottomless skyline
Tarnished remnants of a heartless destruction
Petrified bodies lying around, their eyes closed
And I, the sole eyewitness left
To testify this pointless cruelty
A ghost without a purpose, a walking dead
My State has won, my country is proud
Raising his bloodstained flag high on the battlefield
'Cause it's worth it, it's worth it
And the guns won't end their fire
Till the last of them goes down to oblivion -
So they said, but then I saw them,
Pitied them, and loved them like brothers:
In our victory I tasted mankind's defeat;
And then it rained, it all poured down
And the water cleans
MidshipmanBlood tastes of dry wine
Meshed between bedsprings; still life
Faking my heart beat
Faster still, faster still, now
Please tell me there's something else

If you can't believe
in yourself somehow, believe
in someone else now

Moors let out at sea
I'm quaking before I can
even see, complete
and incompletely feckless
Flames mount near the water's edge

Cursing my bad luck
I'm sorry I made you stay
Night seeds through the day

There's a lot you can
blame on misgrowth, more you can
blame on faulty genes
If I'm the last to dock at
harbor, I must be sunken

Cringing at bad notes
But just as bored with the good
More long slow good
The Real DiseaseThe Real Disease
Love is something you can't explain.
But not something to be hidden in shame.
It's the one thing that should keep is together;
Not break us apart, but mend us forever.

Against love you should not discriminate;
Just fuck all the people that hate.
Love is something that's totally blind.
And who people love shouldn't be on your mind.

You say, "Being gay's a disease."
Yeah right, just please.
But really the people like me
Know Homophobia's the real disease.

You really think it's right to hate others
Just because of orientation or gender of lover?
Well, you know what I have to say to you?
I say, "I feel bad for wh
OuroborosWhat can you really find at the end of that path,
Does your shallow speculation, rendered from some painful altercation
Drive you forward into that abyss of self discovery that pulses deep within the soul,
A casual walk down memory lane to find a source to blame,
An ink blot on your pristine white, A scar?
Can you really pluck a feather from your plume free of doubt or consequences

No.

I spent a life inside my head, perpetual existence incarnate,
Not quite sane or insane, but a beautiful state of consciousness.
Where what you seek leads you on with a coy smile,
But always just out of reach,
I'm just a boy who walks everywhere,
I
IgniteSparkle inside me,
Ember of creation
World be the canvas
For my imagination
Every newborn day
A new colour for my palette
With each different shade
Painting vivid emotions
All the small things,
Raw material
For a magical paintbrush
Embracing all the world
In a bright rising rainbow
Come to me,
Power of creation
Never-ending spring of youth
Poetry to my eyes and ears
Glorious chant of freedom
A song for all humanity
Believe, ignite
The force within your heart
Piercing through normality
With faith and springing fantasy
I want to be, and I can be
The artist of tomorrow
A twentieth-century voyager
Crossing the borders
B
syllabuswords
fly, unbidden, to me.
caught
and put down: penned to the paper.

Mother's child,
wilder:
looking up at the stars, smelling rain,
hearing syllables on the wind.
rising up on wings of ether,
setting foot on highest ground.
autodidact
in the vast classroom of creation,
left to play with the equipment.
the curriculum of happenstance
my syllabus.  
Like Nails ...
color falls from my world
drinking into the poisoned canvas
melting blood red
a single note
like blackboard music
raking my mind down
down
screaming
like nails

~Lilith~

... And the Wind City floated along above the land, on towards what lay ahead.

(a.k.a. psC , TW)
FragileJust like
autumn leaves
on
trees
Vagabond HeartI no longer know who I am
I'm a man in search of himself
Setting sail at sea with a broken compass
Under an obscure night sky without stars

I no longer know what I was looking for
Perhaps, a guidance in this ocean of dullness
Saturated with prophets bringing
Visionary bittersweet illusions

I have no clue why go on with this
Meaningless struggle against any convention
This stubborn intolerance of power
This unforgettable sense of constriction

But
Maybe, just maybe
My child heart can see it
My long lost Polaris, bright hopes of my youth
She's lost so much
Energy, yet constantly burns
"Memento vivi"
I wish I were as strong
As
The CourtyardCome one come all, the courtyard calls.

Wayward travelers gather round
There is much beauty to be found.
The wandering minstrels and gallant knights
All find solace in the courtyard tonight.

Join in the merriment to all your hearts content.

The sonatas carry far upon the midnight air
The townsfolk rejoice, no time for despair.
Cacophonies of laughter show no signs of plight
All is joyous in the courtyard tonight.

Bask in the abundance of sheer elegance.

The central fountain sparkles amidst the starlight
Bringing forth the moon that shines ever so bright.
From princess to jester, all share the same sight
All is prosperous in the
Paints come alive
Paints of green and gold,
Slide down a canvas of white,
With snow grays shaping mountains.

Grass dances to life,
And ray of light join them,
The white canvas grows shades.

Shadows casted,
By the brown barken tree,
And pink blossoms fall from its branch.

The gold grows old and dries,
Yet tints of red are mixed and arise,
A sun bright than any orange glow can hold.

Sun rise gives life to the plain,
And sleeping under the tree so peacefully,
Is but a single hound with fur of shining silver light.

Deep asleep in the summer glow,
His pelt glows an old ethereal code,
As the paints dry and the scene becomes set in stone.
All The Creatures Shall Reignpull hair over my eyes
hide away from the blinding light
eye lids screwed tight
to avoid the decadent glow
of neon surroundings
of ultra violet sea scape
walking along sand strewn beaches
with shorts and flip flops
clicking and clacking on heals of dead skin
in the distance an old style sail boat
powered along on by nautical winds
heads up along the coast
to who knows where
and a child builds a sandcastle
soon to be engulfed by rising tide
and the sand dunes and rocky outcrops
have seen the world - every footstep
watching generations of strangers grow
close, grow old, grow apart
grow smaller as bones bend and contract
as
i am lostI'm not moving on
I can't let my love go
God knows I've tried
But my hearts beat is slow

I am so selfish
You just can't leave
Please take me with you
I'll refuse to even breathe

I can't have all your attention
You have places to be
I just want to go with you
And see all that you see

I want to be with you
Every two days
To know when you'll call
And overwelcome my stays

I should have held you tighter
Breathed you in and kissed you longer
I should have held your hand
Like I was holding a million dollars

And though I still have your warmth
Your voice and your smile
I'll need you forever
Not only this little while

I can't s
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No longer snow shall hide
The tracks of my upward path
Whilst I erase every
Trace of my sickening past
Burying winter deep
Down my stone-cold heart
Thaw it out
Cancel, rewrite
The pages I shouldn't have
Left blank
Retrieve, recover
My beautiful inner child
A devotee to innocence
It's not too late to smell
The scent of unwithering flowers
Soaked in sorrowless rain, fresh and new
Begin my rebirth, break
The chains that kept me
Grounded
A farewell to my motherland
Set sail to unknown
Countries
And start my life again,
From scratch
Burn down my rage
And set ablaze my
Willpower
On the way to ultimate freedom
The final stairway to the skies above

My inner phoenix, rise!

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Contest entry for #Its-An-Age-Thing's Spring - Season of Change contest.

EDIT - CONTEST OVER! I got a Honourable Mention! :D You can view the feature of my work (along with the winners' ones) here!

It should be pretty self-explanatory, but I'll still add a little insight on it, just in case someone wants to know more about it.

I was compelled to write this after thinking about my previous self - my "winter" self. The person I was during the winter of my life: totally unsatisfied with my life, I used to dislike myself and my past to the point of wanting to reject all I had been every day, and erase everything up to the present date.
It took me a lot of time to understand I was completely wrong. Most importantly, I'd never have been able to understand that alone. Luckily, I met a wonderful person - the most wonderful one I've ever met, and will ever meet. He showed me just how wonderful life was, and I gradually started thinking I really didn't need to cancel my past in order for better days to come: on the contrary, it would have been much wiser to treasure bad experiences as much as good ones, learn from them, and keep a record of them.
I also understood that I used to hate myself because I couldn't improve as much as I wanted. But only then I realized my only limit was actually my hate. By removing it, I was finally able to accept the person I was, am, and will always be; and I finally moved my first step toward improvement.

Yet, there was still something I had to get rid of: all the negativity in me. I learned to say farewell to grudges with a smile. I met the very essence of love, and my love revolved around life just like a sunflower round the sun.
That's what I gave up: hate. By freeding myself from it, the winter of my life was finally over; and a beautiful spring came to warm up my heart, delight me with its wonderful blossoms, sweep away all of the hail that had landed on my soul with fresh rain.

I most probably made lots - and I mean LOTS of mistakes in my little composition. I can't help it, since I'm Italian and I only know English because of my studies. Please let me know if you find some and I'll be glad to improve. Note: some of them (e.g. splitting phrases between one line and the other, change in the word order - like inversion between verb and complement, usage of actually nonexisting words like "sorrowless" and "unwithering") are actually intentional.

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©2010-2013 *heavenriver
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~Kjaj Jun 3, 2010
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Congratulation!!!
You've been featured in #All-Media's Bi-Monthly Features :woohoo:

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Please :+favlove: the article so more people can see YOUR work! :nod:
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Mood: Wow! ~TexasDreamer01 May 30, 2010
freaking awesome! this is being faved and spammed with!
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*heavenriver May 30, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Really? That's so nice of you! Thanks a lot, really!
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~TexasDreamer01 May 30, 2010
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=HtBlack May 23, 2010
I think this could do with some stanza division... :hmm: it feels too long in its entirety, if you know what I mean and if I am making sense here.

Apart from that, I sadly wouldn't refer to bad times in life as "winter", because it's my favourite season out of all, but I understand why you did it and I think you did a great job. Congrats on the Honourable Mention!

And why am I writing in English. :paranoid:
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*heavenriver May 23, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Sorry, I like splitting verses so much that I got dragged in. :D
As of winter, I do not dislike it as a season at all. I just made that parallel because the theme of the contest was spring, so I had to express seasons as well through the poem.
Thanks a lot! :D

I don't understand why either xDDD But feel free to. English is fine and it helps other people read the deviants' comments. :D
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=HtBlack May 23, 2010
:giggle: I know what you mean, methinks.

You're welcome, and lol. Yes, I think that's why I may be doing it... so other people can understand what we are saying.
Also, practice makes perfect. ;)
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*Spamkiller May 23, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow!! E' bellissima!! Congratulazioni per la menzione d'onore, meritatissima. Il ritmo č quasi perfetto, specialmente nella seconda parte, dal 21° verso.

Vorrei essere in grado di scrivere poesia cosė, anche solo in italiano! :clap: :+fav:
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*heavenriver May 23, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh che bello grazie grazie grazie! Sono davvero onorata dal commento, e anche dal fatto che hai speso due minuti in pių per leggere i commenti dell'artista!

Mio segno di apprezzamento -> :hug:
:D grazie ancora!
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*Spamkiller May 23, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ci mancherebbe! :)

Mi capita raramente di favare pezzi di letteratura (odio leggere sullo schermo di un computer: per qualche motivo non riesco a concentrarmi), ma la tua poesia ha catturato la mia attenzione. :hug:
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