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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore  
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

       all of the things
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite  
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Dry Spell   I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
  fleeting,
        evaporating
              through the cracks of
      my fingers and high

             above my head.
  I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
    words,
         silences,
              or actions
   could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
     all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
              or stretched
                       so far
           that it dissolves into non-being.
 I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
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Who cares about the pain?
I don't feel it.
There's no feeling in my heart
To show me how much it can hurt.
When you're alone.
When all you've got is you.
When you're second best.
Third best.
Fourth.
The anger kept me alive.
The hate I had for you.
The challenge of overcoming your might.
Even though I shouldn't have to
Because I'm the Prince
And you're the peasant.
I am superior.
Royal blood that flows
That of the greatest of warriors
It flows from this wound in my chest.
From a heart that died long ago.
And as I look upon our enemy
The one who ruined our futures
Who will stop at nothing to hunt us down
To kill off our race
I turn and see you.
I see Kakarot.
I see our saviour.
My saviour.
And as I die and float away from my body
I see you take the time
You buried me and said good-bye.
You really did care
And had respect for my life.

So now I see that
You are the real Prince of our race.
You are the one and only saviour of the universe.
With a heart that is alive and pure.

And I will always be in your shadow.
I will always call you Kakarot.

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Vegetaby ~Spearnox

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I wrote this from the perspective of Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z as he's dying when Frieza send his Death Beam thing through his chest... :'(
I was so moved by how Goku took the time before his fight with Frieza to bury his body... It was just so sad, yet beautiful at the same time. Vegeta was really changed because of that.
Anyways, enough with the spoilers. I just wanted to write a poem for Vegeta because I made one for Goku before.
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I hope you like it. :)
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~Bloody-Damsel-01 Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I loved this scene, no matter how terrible, violent and tragic it was... wished he could have beat Frieza, avenged his -wait- their race by himself. Goku's view of his Saiyajin partner/rival has changed ever since. At the same time a 'new' Prince resurrected from his old self... what a beautiful poem!
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~Spearnox Apr 20, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Thank-you! :D
Someday, maybe I'll write one about Piccolo, like my other two DBZ poems. Maybe when I finally finish reading Dragon Ball... I'm so lazzzy. But by then I'll have a full understanding of Piccolo's character. And it would make sense that I write about him too, since he is my favourite character out of them all. :D
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~Bloody-Damsel-01 Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! :)
Go for it! My overall opinion from him is that he needed some love/trespecr.. to start watching his universe in a different way.
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~Spearnox Apr 20, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Hmm, yeah. I'm sure it will have something to do with that. About his race, and his original intentions, and then Gohan. :)
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~Bloody-Damsel-01 Apr 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
*nod*
*respect.. my bad.
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~ReaperJivid Mar 22, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I love this moment, although I always hoped he would get stronger and at least be Gokus equal, btw how do I submit litterature like this.
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~Spearnox Mar 22, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
When you go to the submit art page, beside the "upload file" button, there is an "Add Text" button. You click on that and then copy and paste whatever it is you've written into the space provided. Then you press "okay". :)
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~ReaperJivid Mar 22, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh ok cool! Thank you!!
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~Spearnox Mar 22, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
No prob! :D
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