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The MechanicHis mind is a machine well-oiled,
eyes engine-efficient in stripping her
to bare, broken parts.
His fingers twitch, and she hates
how those painstaking hands
itch to fix her.

The DreamerEvery morning I wake up laughing
From a dream that I can't remember.
The forgotten memory will be the closest I'll ever come
To having positive emotion envelope my body.
All alone, all alone.
But why say "all"?
I'm the only one.
It's my own fault.
I forced solitude upon myself,
In attempt to escape those that I loathe.
Nobody approaches, fearful of my one-word hostility.
I'm stuck in my own banality.
There's a lack of significance, a lack of motivation to change.
It's too late anyways,
Nothing in this day has changed
So why should I?
It's over now anyways.
I hope I remember that dream tonight.
I've never laughed so hard in my entire life.

Story of My Life (abridged)One tall mountain, no easy climb.

Catharsis - an old woundThere are many things I want to tell you
But I don't know where to begin
Sometimes I feel the words burning
But I can't free them

We have a long history
And sometimes it hurts to go back
Because thinking of what was
And what could have been
And what is
I wonder where we'll end up
It's painful

You carved something inside me
A wound that never seems to heal
Just keeps scabbing over
and reopening

I wonder if you know
This wound is still in my heart

Each time you say
A senseless thing
It aches
Reminding me how you can hurt
Each time you smile
And the wound leaks
Each time I touch you
And I can feel the scab
Slowly peeling away

You are a

The NightMy element, the night
Quiet, still
Dark, Endless
Beautiful night
The Moonlight, sends shadows dancing
The sky dotted with lights of untold life
The street lights, a radiant glow
Lighting the way, to my destination
My senses amplify
Picking up the slightest sound
Catching the faintest movement
Feeling every change in wind direction
Where shadows can hold everything
And light offers a slight repause
I am most alert
Yet most at home
Here wondering the night.

*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.

Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.

Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.

Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious ma

Forlorn LoveYou who disrupt my ancient slumber,
Slumber so peaceful, eternal,
Eternal nevermore, denied;
Denied my right to rest after trekking through life,
Life that did me well yet still denied.

Denied I have been my love's burning desire,
Desire eternally sought by I,
I who night after night pursued you through and through;
Through the blind fog and shadow's kept,
Kept me at bay, no salvation.

Salvation is a denied dream,
Dream that I once sought,
Sought your burning love and skin's touch;
Touch my soul and lock me away no more,
More, oh no more!

Oh how many nights did I give myself to you,
You who obsess me like a curse,
Curse that pain has given

MakeupThe sinks water dribbles out
and forms a pool where the drain clogged
bubbles spill over the edge soaking the counter.

Scrubbing away the dirt of the day
trying to wipe away the memories of past
yet the makeup won’t come off the skin.

Black rivets dripping down in streams
mascara and eyeliner blurring dark circles
making raccoon circles around the eyes.

Rubbing into skin until vision blurs
the mirror reflects what is to be seen
a lonely girl with makeup that won’t come off.

Red lipstick is smeared on chin
and harsh soap turned pink and grey
the skin is gone turned brittle and dry.

Water balls and doesn’t form
nothing m

My Sole ConditionTo what conditions must I comply
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?

'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!

Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.

Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poeti

Time The future is unwritten.
A bland blank canvas
waiting for clouds of colors,
shadows of sensation and sense.

The present is non-existing.
Everchanging, liquefied, wild,
the true reckless lifeform,
subjected to no senseless man.

The past is forgotten.
Vest

In your garden yesterdayIn your garden yesterday
which you lodge among many loves:
a gentle, wishful sway
below the florid eaves;

I noticed the quiet leaves
had weathered each cruel ray
to foster the foxgloves
that flowered today.

KawaYou told me water
Ran only in the summer
When wind currents stormed.

How can that be if
The earth always rotates and
The wind always blows.

Why?Why?
Why do you
smile
when all around
there is
devastation?

Why?
Why do you
cry
when you are
surrounded by
friends?

Why?
Why was
the bridge
built
to be
destroyed?

Why?
Why does the sun
rise
every morning and
set
every night?

Why?

Flood of Hope~ Nothing quite compares
to the beauty of the rain
that crowns me in hope
and carries me away
into another world
where I feel so free
from this broken land
and haunted jubilees.
In the dreary night,
I can hear them sing
of the trifling rain
that this nature brings
and it makes me mad
knowing that they rebuke
this lovely thing called rain
that serves as my refuge.
Under it's healing touch,
my soul is at eternal ease.
Scars of shame disappear
like black holes in the galaxy.
Since my darkness fell
to the power of the rain,
everything is brighter within
and I've never been the same. ~

Ice and FireYour eyes lock onto mine,
Icy blue, they freeze the space
between us, and fill it with tension
so intense it threatens
to cut me open and penetrate my heart,
pouring in it hatred and jealousy.

I break away from your gaze,
My heart beating out a warning
To my body; to run, to escape.
I am on fire,
Blood rushing through my veins,
Searching for a release.

Now, with my back turned
I can feel you watching me,
Your shadow replaces mine.
Every move I make,
Every sight I take in,
You criticise;
Whispers in the dark.

With me the act ends;
The mask rises off your face,
I can see right through you;
What lies beneath.

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The Coin

by ~RyosukeHikashu, Jan 31, 2013, 6:00:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

A single coin is tossed in the air.
It may land on hope, or fall on despair.
A choice between two, just one is essential.
One is life crushing, one full of potential.
Some will claim luck, either bad or good.
Others say fate, the cosmos knew it would.
There's those who have faith, who wish for the grand,
But that hope is empty if Life dealt a bad hand.
Some will give up and fold with their life.
Others keep trying and pull through the strife.
There will be prospers, there will be fails.
The coin is now falling... will it land on heads or tails?

The Coinby ~RyosukeHikashu

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Today I woke up knowing that I would find out information in the evening that would determine my happiness for a long time. i spent the entire day stressing over it, hoping for good luck, and wishing on 11:11. It was then that I realized that the determining's outcome was already decide, i just didnt know about it yet. It got me thinking about the existence of luck and fate as well as that the world doesn't change because I learn new information that already existed. Unfortunately things did not go my way and I wrote this to distract myself

MASSIVE EDIT: i just found the original writing of this that i did and i realized i left out the 9th and 10th line and just added them in.

~johnluke728 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

A nice theme, and thoughtfully composed too. ^o^ (Which had me rereading a couple lines before moving onto the next, something I only do when I'm reading a well-written book. XD)

~Blaiseblue Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

~nostrovia-poetry Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'm not a fan of rhyming poetry, but you nailed using the rhymes to build up your poem. Good work!

~Kerriaa1 Feb 1, 2013

Short, sweet, so filled with depth.
The rhymes are so exquisite adding a different dimension. The words so carefully chosen are simply so delicious.
Love the ending part, rendering it as mysterious as it was meant to be.
Beautifully written, so delightful to read and ponder of what life may bring.
Well done ^.^
This is perfection in all it's glory.

~RyosukeHikashu Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you so much

~Kerriaa1 Feb 1, 2013

You are very welcome ^.^
I also checked the rest of your work and it is truly a delight to read.
Keep up the good work ^.^

~Moonlightauthor Jan 31, 2013 Student Writer

Lovely piece, and such a wonderful rhyming scheme! Keep up the superb work!

~RyosukeHikashu Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thanks a lot, i appreciate it

~Moonlightauthor Feb 5, 2013 Student Writer

No problem. c:

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