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Travels in the Gray Land
Once, wise men said the Earth was flat,
Now they say a sphere
But I the traveler have seen
A world arranged in tiers.
It’s three steps up and three steps down
With nothing in between
Each step a realm unto itself
One black, one gray, one green.
The uppermost, the sunlit land
Is lush with verdant choir
Babbling brooks and rustling reeds
Birdsongs in the briar.
Down below, the Black Land sleeps
Silent and austere
Into this reverent quietude
All must disappear.
The middle tier, a hidden plane,
Of neither sun nor shade
A misty, lonely everscape
Where those like me have strayed.
The Gray Land has no native souls
All wanderers are we
Durationless, directionless
Upon this rocky sea.
Gnarled trees and shallow caves, the
Total of existence
Scattered mountains, looming tall, but
Always in the distance.
For company, a walking stick
My friend, my aid, my balm -
Upon its neck I feel the warmth    
Reflected from my palm.
We rarely stop, my staff and me,
We trek and traipse along
For
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Literature
Ode To The Tsundere
He loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.
He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
(he says it twice for extra emphasis).
So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
The dissonance contributes to my doubts.
Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.
A victory for me, like striking gold.
For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
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Literature
... one small question ...
You made me smile at a time, that all I did was cry.
You were there for me, even if you didn't know.
And now you're gone – without a word
left me alone…
I'm not mad at you, it was your choice
But still there is one small question,
that keeps constantly playing on my mind
WHY
– why you left without a
GOODBYE.
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Literature
The Blood Stained Prince
The Light of Life has dimmed in my eyes
All I see now is the Darkness of Death
As I am taking my last breaths
The blood drains slowly from my wounds
I can feel the icy hand of Death grip my soul
Dragging it down into the lowest depths
I’m losing sense of reality in these last moments
I can’t remember where I am right now
Chained to this wall to die is their fault
Left alone to starve and bleed to death
Punishment for the murder of my parents
And the woman who was supposed to love me
How far from grace I have fallen so quickly
Call me the Blood Stained Prince they do
It was birthright to become king
Though my methods went against the paladin’s code
For me this is just a temporary setback
Her voice tells me to embrace death
For when my heart no longer beats
I shall return stronger than ever
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The Line :iconric-c:ric-c 2 4
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A drop - Haiku version :iconric-c:ric-c 2 2
Literature
Am I the Madness?
At times I must ponder
am I going mad
is the darkness about me
really moving
or is it my mind
Are the thoughts
that appear in my head
truly mine
or an unknown voice
within in my own mind
Are my action
derived from my own will
or a will that is not my own
with their own
purpose in mind
Have I become
nothing more
then a mere puppet
to be stringed alone
my the puppet master
that is my
insanity.
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She Walks the Night by ronbennett She Walks the Night :iconronbennett:ronbennett 3 7
Literature
Yours sincerly, the ocean
(snippets of old diary pages)
she said it was just another autumn day. a golden haze of dust that came at nighttime to choke you. the dazing dirt dust fleeting, leaving a baby behind. the baby was almost as crisp as the leaves that crackled a hundred times before they were gone for good. she said she wanted to hold her baby so dearly close that it would never need for it another time, but she was too tired. too dizzy, she said. it was the time of year when everything was too fragile. even the baby.
i.
my dear child of autumn,
22 years have passed;
we are now big
and bold and still wish that we
always had.
the year blooms green then it glows
red, and before it sinks into the
blur of blue, it shrinks back to
a barren brown. but we only reside
in the echoing October. a foggy layer that
hangs in the air. a land of
orchestral rustling and dying
confetti. all away
from seeing the sky.
dear 7 year old me,
admire less how leaves drop
in fall, and jump around just a
little more. i wish you wrot
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Literature
Bad Decisions
What you see as bad decisions,
Are the hints of a position,
Just a life condition,
A collision,
A decision from ambition to transition,
Making lessons, ammunition.
What you see as bad decisions,
It's just me, and my rendition.
Making simple supple swipes,
To solve life's long division.
Bad decisions are a mission,
Merging thoughts by nuclear fission,
Forging lessons from life's rubble,
Giving birth to my own vision.
It's grabbing a sharp blade,
Hovering over a candle,
As I blindly drag the handle,
Before making an incision.
But that's how we all learn,
Because life lacks supervision.
When the wound begins to burn,
It's time to turn,
And think of a revision.
Forget the prohibitions,
Bad decision? Superstition.
Just be willing to retain,
That lessons learned by pain,
Are the greatest acquisition.
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Literature
HALLOWEEN
Holy day of the dead
All stands in awe
Lying in the ground
Listening to the words
Over the light to the dark
With sanity taking a back seat
Every child soul gone
Engaging the dark spirit
Nothing stops it
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Literature
Can't stand it anymore
If you were a god, I'd pray to you
If you were devil, I'd sale my soul to you
But you're just a tall handsome guy
Who listens to Green Day
That makes me cry
anyway
While their Awoke Alone
Is playing in my headphones.
Who is melancholic and stands out
of the crowd
But cheers me up with his laugh
Who is tender as well as tough.
Who plays three instruments and feels the music deep,
And who probably has many secrets to keep
Who loves Edgar Poe and beautiful gloomy views,
Who draws tatoos, pentagrams and wolves
and watches Discovery
Whose silent voice charmes me
like magic spells
And who understood me like nobody else.
But we are apart
And when he decided to start,
I didn't believe,
And never more I receive
His invitations for the date.
Oh, does he love or hate?
Is it already late?
For I know that only He would understand
And together we would run a band
He would play and I would sing.
Maybe I must again make a phone ring...
Tis my eternal dream to be your muse
There is no reply and no excu
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Be you, no one else :iconoversweet:Oversweet 3 8
Literature
I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)
***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy. :D
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“I am Axel”
Its dark,
Midnight black.
Where am I?
That noise,
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
slouched forward;
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
Th
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Literature
survived
So you beat the odds
escaped the statistics
 lived on when no one expected
So you fought the good fight
And to everyones surprise
You survived!
So what now?
Reality is...
The cost of being 1% is life imprisonment
To Be "special" is to be tormented
Now that the race has been run
The battle fought and won.
There is half a life of heavy sorrow and debt
Not a medal not a prize
Just night terror, disabled relationships, anxiety and lost potential on the rise
The constant fear of not feeling
The threat of whats been broken never to be fixed
So YAY survival
Hooray you lived!
Now go add value to the gift you were given
Quietly and alone I tremble as fear takes hold
Images and acts come raging to the moment of my very next breath
If this is my future, please take it back
No one ever thinks of what happens to the survivor after surviving
What is left of a 1%?
Maybe there is a reason not many make it through
Maybe its better to disappear in the numerical record of how many fall. 
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Literature
The Wolf Song
This song is dedicated to all the Wolves,
who had fallen for the pack,
who had died to save us.
Gods bless your bravery.
We will never forget...

Glorious descendants of wildness,
Left hearts full of loneliness.
For the freedom’s sake you have fallen,
They‘ve left your dreams forever broken!
You died to save us, your sacrifice…
It’s the greatest heroism in our eyes!
So brave kids of wildness,
Left hearts full of sadness.
We’ll remember, we’ll never forget… never!
Knowing killing you was the worse crime ever,
We’ll keep the memories of you with honour,
Swearing they won’t kill our kind anymore!
Glorious descendants of wildness,
Our hearts full of loneliness.
So brave kids of wildness,
Our hearts full of sadness.
You’ve given us the might for now and ever.
The power to don’t let them win – never!
We all solemnly swear, that we’ll fight…
‘til the very end of this dying night!
You’ve given
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These are the entries for the current contest
Once again I apologize guys. It's been a super crazy week for me and I an behind with putting submissions through. Some of them expired and I resubmitted them, so check you message centers to see if you need to ok their entry to the gallery.

Again, I am sorry. My life is super hectic right now.

Thank you
T

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Ice-King2533 Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2009
hey may you plz have a look at [link] and tell me what you think of it?

thank you very much for your time,
Ice King
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ThePoetryofDA Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2009
It's a good poem, heart felt and emotional. The one stanza has an extra line, was that on purpose?
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Ice-King2533 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2009
i never really looked at how many lines each stanza had. does have some stanzas biger than others have any affect/meaning?
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ThePoetryofDA Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2009
If you're writing a fixed poem it does. Certain types of poems have a certain number of lines or stanzas or syllables.

But when you're witting free verse, just witting with no intentions of rhyme or line length or number, it doesn't matter.

I was just curious because all your stanzas had 4 lines except the first to the last one that had 5.

It does have special meaning to the writer if they purposely wrote it like that.

Does that help at all?
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sinisterfin Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2009  Professional General Artist
Hi my fellow loons how are you all doing? I know it's late but happy new year!:)
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Stickman3 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2008   Writer
you can put my stuff back up now if you wish
sorry for the hassle
thanks for understanding
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ThePoetryofDA Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2008
Hey, if i miss any or there's any others you want up note me the links. Thanks!
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Stickman3 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2008   Writer
yeah i'll note you soon
thanks
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sinisterfin Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2008  Professional General Artist
Thanks for taking the time to check out my stuff,am I a member now?:slow:
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ThePoetryofDA Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2008
As long as you watch us and add our name or icon to your journal you're in. It's that easy.
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