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An Ode by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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An Ode

In the stillness of a thousand nights I wait Contemplating my own love to hate This is an ode for you, my beloved one, Caging your lovers in an intoxicating embrace How I yearn to make you need me, Half as much as I depend on your solace. And in the silence of a thousand nights I wait For you to catch me as I fall from grace In the quiet of the night you creep, claiming victims as they sleep, Far away from our world you take them, out of society's reach. And as for where they go, I am not one to know. In the sanctuary of a thousand nights I wait, To catch a glimpse of your sweet face. Oh how I love to hate, Loneliness loving esca

Exposed by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Exposed

When first I arrived; I was fully clothed. Layers of protection concealing unmarked skin. Within these barriers I moved rigidly,Ever conscious of the shield Ever conscious they might break. Never could I feel an untainted caress, Always refusing the breath of life from my skin. Through pinpoints of light I viewed the world; Distortions, jagged edges, missing pieces. But within these walls I was safe, Yet within these walls I was dying. You came and I felt myself tremble. Iron bands that had contained me so many years Loosened under your piercing gaze. I began to move more fluidly, Sliding though water, though always contained.

Ode to You by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Ode to You

Friends footsteps falling sluggishly in muddy waters, the sounds I hear at your name send me all aquiver - I'm rather jumpy you should know- So now I sit, high in my ivory cell; ink ready and pen poised. To write my song, to write my tome. So this ones an ode to You. Stabbing laughter at the defeated solider, bloodshed battlegrounds. Old women cries out for her son as the black rain falls like bullets, tink tink, they hit the ground. So now I stand, in my dugout home, whisper the names that salvage my taste. To write my song, to write my tome. So this ones an ode to You. Sewage line runs underground, and the homeless boy falls thr

Peaceful Days by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Peaceful Days

Peaceful Days There are not many times in my life, Where I can say that I've been at peace. But today, with you, I was. Laying with you, On soft white sheets. Breathing in your warm, masculine scent. The mood quickly shifting One moment, soft, warm, comforting, Leaving us relishing in a feeling of peace. Setting us teetering on the edge of sleep, Prepared to delve in, curling into one another. Hot skin against hot skin The next, hot skin causes hot breath. Fingers that were once lightly tracing Now take full advantage and movements hint at hunger. Mouths seek each other out Conveying our want to one another. Then just as qui

Masquarade by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Masquarade

Fire, deeper than the web of time Night as black as the absence of mind The hall of judgement a mass of stone and ignorance And I, as a leaf in the wind, unable of control Yet revelling in independent thought At war with the gods Hell seems so peaceful now Heaven a dream best left forgotten The moon has forsaken a destined martyr Giving its light to the petty and weak The stars now shine for no one Souls left behind without guidance Purgatory is a listless existence Loneliness crowding the hallways of time Black masks the reality of which I once knew And reality attends a masquerade ball

The Gravejumper's Floor by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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The Gravejumper's Floor

I quietly approached apartment 664 65 across the hallway, 66 to the left of me But my eyes are fully focused on his door The golden 4 shining slightly in the gloom Hollow knocking overflows my mind As I switch foot to foot waiting some time Just as I am about to walk away The door opens and a pale hand beckons me to stay I head into the apartment of the Gravejumper His eyes are molten green as he openly stares at me He looks so surprised under that raven hair As it brushes his forehead, shielding from his sins Reflected in deep eyes better belonging to an innocent fae He probably felt sure he wasn't going to see me after yesterda

Fatalus Animalus by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Leave Me by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Leave Me

Leaving me down in the dark, you wanted to be my savior? Little did you know that you were not my first flavor. You say I am so high and mighty, a real righteous being. It's obvious that you are wrong, I have no feeling. Didn't I tell you not to get involved? I did Didn't I tell you not to hold me? I did Didn't I tell you I would hide, and just to forget me? Shows how much you listen. For your own sake, take this into thought, leave me here to rot.

Confessions of a Strange Mind by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Confessions of a Strange Mind

I would like to believe that you did not leave, That yes your still here by my side, I would like to believe that there is a reason to live, Until then this life I will deride. (Dont stop to remember, just forget, leave nothing behind and nothing to regret.) I think I must confess, That im innocently deviant, And that my head is just a mess, Its this intoxicating blessing, Shackles of spirits are never resting, There is no more use in repressing, And that my head is just a mess, I like the shadows silken devilish caress. (Dont say you love me, thats too easy to forget, leave and take away with you not one regret.) I would li

Depressed all the time are we? by PoetsAnonymous, literature

This Accursed Place :song: by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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This Accursed Place :song:

In this kingdom of white paint and plaster, With its never ending emptiness, The walls spin ever faster, Making all the condemned restless. Where am I? Where am I? Cant believe Im here. Im stuck in another terminate high. Living a permanent lie. Permanent lie. Lie.... In this damned place of padded yellow walls, With its safety scissor arts and crafts, Not a single room has a window to the outside world, But everyone is observed though gold fish tanks of glass. Where all the people smile, (They do) But because Im a charity case, (Its true) Constant kindness all the while, (They do) To mask their disgusted face. (Its true) In

Don't Speak: Ode to a Traitor by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Don't Speak: Ode to a Traitor

I wish this person were here to read this, but I'm gonna say it anyway. You and me used to be together, everyday together always. I really feel like I'm losin my best friend. I can't believe this could be the end. I looked up to you, confided in you...and you let me down. I laugh at the word friend. It looks as though, your letting go, and if its real well I don't want to know. You told everyone my secrets, all of them. You made them repulsed by my being. You promised you would'nt...you promised. Don't speak, I know just what your sayin so please stop explaining, don't tell me cause it hurts. Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin

Blood Embraced by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Blood Embraced

Blood Embraced Downpours of sorrow bring forth a flood, a gushing, constant flow of blood. Washing away everyone's dried tears, while yet, reminding them of other fears. Blood, forever the true water of life, but no one would ever believe such tripe, as they're eyes grow wide, their faces ripe. they want to end it, but have only a dull knife. It lets us continue, and flows through our veins, yet they all think darkness holds its reins. Blood, forever the true water of life, no matter whom it is holding the scythe.

The Game by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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The Game

"The Game" When will you tell her of your nightly endeavors? All the times, the things you do to her sleeping flesh. When will she learn of the scars, the scars you are making? And every night you play the same game. At first it was a tumble, a little nick here or there. But soon you grew too greedy, and disfigured her face. And when she woke you told her she had fallen down the stairs, Is this how you always play your affairs? When will you tell her of your nightly endeavors? All the times, the things you do to her sleeping flesh. When will she learn of the scars, the scars you are making? And every night you play the same game.

Her Broken Wings::Terra by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Her Broken Wings::Terra

Her body…it seemed to flow, like waves of the ocean. Her hair was like the sun, and she tossed it back with out a care, letting her green eyes sparkle in the sifted light. She was always so happy, that smile…it dazzled, made you feel if the walls that surrounded us has melted away. She would hug me, in the soft spot just above my waist, press her hips into me and fill me with her joy. "Someday…we'll get out of here. We'll run away, and be happy." In those distant evenings, right before they rounded us back into our rooms, we would always run to the little dark spot under the stairs. Our little getaway, she would run her fingers through my

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Error In Safety by withdrawncataclysm, literature

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Error In Safety

You, creature of the night Mastermind of how the heart dances And how the brain commences Your sensitivity to your own emotions Fools others into thinking that you will be gentle to theirs likewise A trap undetectable until you choose to strike Doubt does not build to make trust an issue Until you scathe their trust till it can no longer be put into use Their never wanting to give themselves over to anyone again No vast amount of blood pouring from the error in safety Being introduced to the side of the skin it never knew Could waver your fangs, in an act of sympathy From the wound, which as a child of your self-indulgence You wo

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Dancing Without Movement by withdrawncataclysm, literature

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Dancing Without Movement

This is not a moment This is a masterpiece created by the most talented Of artists existing as and living in the unseen No picture frame I would be able to find Would be worthy to tell the tale Of this view I have of you Fastening melody into the air of this night And everything I can ever recollect you being Digests everything that I ever foolishly desired you to be Everything that I have critisized you for Becomes unknown to me now The negativity proves its case But I must adjourn anything That would persuade me from the power of your presence For even if I have to overlook many key elements of your persona There's a miracle

.:Fading Destiny:. by DarkFeruil, literature

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.:Fading Destiny:.

Indeed, stars aglow in their effulgence, we sought our destiny... Through paths, through worlds...so much to see, so much to feel... Yet the foreboding thought of being forgotten looms above... What is like to feel the loss of your destiny? Sorrowful? Angst? Hatred? My collages of reminisciences...in its everlasting pace... Fills my soul....allowing me to remember...so much that I dreamed... Fluttering like butterflies intertwining about a single rose... Wilting petals that told birth...age...death... That single bloom bursting from buds of hope...in its effacing memory... The fine threads of golden web...that tied us to this world

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Depressed all the time are we? by PoetsAnonymous, literature

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Current Residence: Somewhere...I don't really know
Favourite genre of music: All types
Favourite style of art: Poetry and Prose
Operating System: WindowsXP
Personal Quote: "Like a bridge over troubled waters I will lay thee down."

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Monty Python and the Holy Grail

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Slipknot

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Edgar Allan Poe

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FF7

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PS2

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My head and emotion.

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Poetry, reading, drawing, music

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PoetsAnonymous

Nov 7, 2005

dies with embarrasment OMG

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:star: FAQ . Poets . Past contests . Past themes  :star: OMG. I am so SO SORRY, no one has checked or anything, I had over 500 messages! In anycase, bad Loki! :bulletblue: Ode contest bust, best luck next time.... LokiSuku (https://www.deviantart.com/lokisuku) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ :!:NOTE TO NEWBIES:!: Always check the FAQ section before you ask ^_^ :nod: :nod: :nod: :nod: :nod: :pointr:Theme de la Mois::November:pointl: Speak to me, of holidays and happy days :star: DE.FINED :star: The PA represents a love for poetry and written work. Members post thier works here for feedback, exposure, and just plain apprecia

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PoetsAnonymous

Jul 4, 2005

Contest Closed. Voting Open.

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:star: FAQ . Poets . Past contests . Past themes  :star: SQTifa (https://www.deviantart.com/sqtifa) The ode contest is now closed! However~ Listen up people, if you still have an ode you want to enter, submit it in a note to me. Not the club, but me, SQTifa, so that it can get read and submitted ASAP. Because with a grand total of total of 3 odes, any more would be GREATLY appreciated. Anway! Voting is now open to anybody, member or otherwise. Just send a note to the club with the ode name and author of whom you are voting for. :emailsend: :spotlight-left: Entered Thus Far. :spotlight-right: 1) "Ode to You" by LokiSuku (https://www.deviantart.com/lokisuku) :pointl:http://www.deviantart.com/deviation

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PoetsAnonymous

Jul 2, 2005

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:star: FAQ . Poets . Past contests . Past themes  :star: I'm giving you until 12:00 AM TONIGHT to end the contest. After that, we will accept no more entries and when the word is given, voting will start. lifeeternal13 (https://www.deviantart.com/lifeeternal13) ---- SQTifa (https://www.deviantart.com/sqtifa) Omg, can you say last minuet entry? *waves arms stupidly* I have an ode, thus making the grand number of odes at 3. ---- Its that time again, this months contest is....an Ode! :confused: But what's an Ode? An ode is an exalted lyric poem, aiming at loftier thought, more dignified expression, and more intricate formal structure than most lyrics. Lets dumb that down a bit... Basically, an ode is a