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30. RainIt's this time of year again
When the sky is forever gray
And the muffled light can't tell
If it's already night or still day

It's the time of year again
When the cold rain forever falls
And all the colours of joy
Are taken away by rainy squalls

It's that time of year I hate
When there' s nothing but autumn rain
Tapping on my window and
Making me blue, ev'ry year again

Stubborn SurvivalWipe away all of the dirt and blood
With the back of your hand
From your mouth, wipe down the mud
Say, can you get up? Say, can you stand?
Take my hand, I uphold you anytime
The fight was tough
The beating was rough
But here we are, still alive, how sublime

Now, let's see how bad it really is
We have seen better days
There is no doubt about this.
Despite some bruises and scars we'll raise
Yet again, maybe we will never learn
When to give in
When we cannot win
But here we are, and defeat we still spurn

So take my hand, get back on your feet
You didn't die of the pains
Even broken hearts still beat
And pump the red hot blood

34. MoonOne night I was aked by the moon
If I am happy
I could not reply too soon
the answer's not easy
I should have simply said "yes" and leave the moon alone up there
But instead I said "I don't know" and the moon began to stare

All I had wanted was to dream
And gaze at the sky
But now there was the moon's gleam
Demanding reasons why
Maybe I should have turned away, ignoring the bright moon, but
Its light filled my bedroom and my window blind refused to shut

So many time you looked at me
Longing in your eyes
I wonder if you're happy
Or if you need advise
But since you never said a word I finally did ask
Say, are you hap

43. DieYour tears glister like drops of dew
On a spider web at dawn
I'm sure mine do the same
Underneath closed eyes
"I'm sorry to
Leave without you."
A faint whisper cries
"I'm glad that you all came."
I press your hands without brawn
Before I leave, bidding my adieu.

My AncestorsI stare at my family tree
And begin to wonder about
All the names I can read there
And the people behind

Once they were born
Grew up and got old
I see the years next to the names
Did they witness the historic events?

I know nothing about them
Except for names and dates
I was told they were thralls,
Craftsmen and peasants

But who have they been?
Did they dream of other lives?
Were they artists or rebels at heart?
Or content with the life they had?

Had some been to war?
Or died due to a crime?
Were they strong in faith?
Were they naive or smart?

Had they been good parents
Or toublesome children?
Did they marry out of love

We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially

It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?

Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
I

Secret SantaBorn from a circus
And playful as a kitten
But caring as an angel
And even gentle too

We love all that you are
And will be here for you
Just as we know
You will be here for us

You are an amazing friend
One I wouldn't trade away
So here is hoping
You have a very merry Christmas!

Always Be HereI'll always be here,
waiting-
Because, I know, that one day...
You might realize who really loves you.
I'll always be here,
A shoulder to cry on-
Because, I know, you can't do this
All by yourself.
I'll always be here,
Standing in the background-
Because, I know, this isn't a battle to be fought
by you and you alone.
I'll always be here,
You don't have to fret-
Because, I know, you'll need someone
Whether it's me or not.
I'll always be here,
Because, I know, I love you.

A small treasureA little piece of you,
That you gave to me.
Something I will treasure.

A secret that I hide,
That piece means more than you think.
It just may be a list of numbers,
But to me its salvation.

From the lonely nights,
and the grey days.
A solution to my problems.

Hiding in the corner,
I wrap my wings around it.
Holding it close to me,
I wish it could be you.

I'll hold this close,
I don't know how long it will take.
But this will do for a while,
But I'll end up wanting more.

More of you.
Things that are just out of reach.
I have to hold back.
Hopefully a little longer.

Healing HugsLaying in the bed,
I listen to the moans.
The sound of the dying.

The shadows hide me,
So I can be alone.
Try to take care of myself.
To get myself back to my feet.

It's not a sickness,
or a wound,
But a blow to the heart.

The shattered hearts laying on the floor,
surrounded by the pieces of souls.
Tread on by the visitors,
Only caring about their own.

I watch the world go by,
As I lay here,
Frozen in time.
Ever since you broke my heart.

Waiting for Time to heal me,
But she passes by everyday.
Sometimes stabbing me along the way.

I cried out for help,
But most just went on their way.
Not wanting to see another cripple.

You've Changed...People – they lie and cheat and change and hurt
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex

That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it

We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb…

The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
A

No Clearer Than MudThere is so much pain, so much hurt
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day

Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then

When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud

Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the

Thank YouI never thought I could be brought to my knees,
Not by anger nor torture nor pain nor betrayal,
And yet you found a way to do it.

I thought I had hardened my heart against the world,
And all the people within it,
But you proved me wrong.

You found a way past my defenses, past my wall of cynicism,
Making a pathway straight to my heart,
Which if I might add, is yours for the keeping.

Despite all my efforts you still managed to
Bring a smile to a... depressed Realist's face...
And for that, I thank you.

UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.

It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.

Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.

For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.

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Oh you singing chimes

by *Diluculi, Sep 13, 2012, 12:21:28 PM
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Oh, you sad sad chimes stop singing
This awful tune of grief
For him the bell tolled and now's ringing
You mourn for my fiancé's thief
He paid for his crime with his life
My gun took his away
The woman I love will be my wife
So sad chimes, sing joyfully today

Oh you mourning chimes do sing on
And I will sing along
For him to grim death's sad melody
The victim of jelousy
My love for him became his doom
By the gun of my groom
Like the smoke his life faded away
Oh, you sad sad chimes sing on today

Oh you sad sad chimes will you fade
Today's a day of joy
Since at dawn two men met at the glade
And dead is who me does cloy
Roots entwine his corpse from now on
And women's arms no more
It's the righteous fate for this Don Juan
Whom I did so very much abhore

Oh you happy chimes stop your song
Joy is so very wrong
I can't forgive, can't forget the crimes
My groom committed, oh happy chimes
Hear my pleas, my cries, take my oath
My husband will lose both
His enemy as well as his wife
When tomorrow I will end my life

Oh you sad sad chimes sing again
This bitter tune of grief.
My wife fills a grave and me fills pain
The joyful time was too brief.
She rode over the heath today
But the horse did slip
Over a burrow on their way
Her neck broke with the crack of a whip

Oh you singing chimesby *Diluculi

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~Svitavotara Sep 24, 2012

You're such a talented writer! I love this. It flows so nicely and is quite unique as it reveals different people's viewpoints.

*Diluculi Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much :iconspazhug:

=Radiant-Intention Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is a wonderful poem. I love the way it is written and when I read it I feel from the perspective of the writer. Again, wonderfully done.

*Diluculi Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you very much

=Radiant-Intention Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You are welcome!

~DeeryDeerth Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Wow. This is awesomely written. I love this!

*Diluculi Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you

~DeeryDeerth Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

You're welcome.

~Contradictory55 Sep 13, 2012 Student Writer

It's interlacing points of view that are nearly confusing, but very very interesting, between a husband and his wife and their point of view of this third man who was killed by the husband...WOW.

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