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time travel (continued)                                            
                                                i.
                                                precious moments-
                                                featherweight.

                                                ii.
                                                time heals, remember?

                                                iii.
                                                burying despair: death.

                                                iv.
                                                grandfather time, immortal?

                                 
stargazersShe lives in a river of stars, intricately weaved into the eyes of Eden
 it's just
the way his roses find beauty in her bramble-berry eyes
watching the sun sink into the ocean
together
waiting for the night sky
 
I will always remember him, eyes dancing, hiding her broken heart
 
Rainwater, hurricanes of lonely gray spilling onto the cloudy sidewalk. The stars are gone tonight.
Gray MasqueradeStriding through this gray, empty world,
I peer upon the hard faces of my peers.
False laughter rings in my ears,
Strained smiles depict something's amiss.
They all fit in,
Just a bit too much.
Robotic and stiff,
They are unidentifiable.
Caught up in the crowd and judgment,
They have lost their identity and their pride,
And their emotions are as flat and cold as those disguises they sport.
The world has come to this.
Even they don't know who they are any longer,
And everynight
Is like a masquerade ball.
I would rather die
Than live a lie.
living misslethis was once the center of things
a garrison of mustard seed and sedulous
one-armed scissors

but now summarily surrendered
to the direction of those bred to push buttons
like Theseus throwing
   
himself to the Aegean
half dissolved and resolved
to be a better reagent
currently disclosable informationthey're naked ships on the horizon
smuggling the tender metal-armed children
who will untie our knots and
tend to our fields
raised on impunative
alchemy and indignant occamy

there is quite a strange
thing doing quite strange things
somewhere entrained by the eyes paregoric
a spate of pro-
biotic indifference

and there are some beasts
you can't catch with tackle and bait
ones you must lure
with more orwellian versions of the truth
and those are the ones to keep
locked in small skeleton closets
to smother with pillows and bury

in the basement on christmas eve
harbingerthere's a hissing
Christ in every crowd,

weighing indifference in magnitudes

harbinger
a cursed knot of limbs
left to limp in the wind

and pronate before the presage

as we clutch
at the spilled splays of light through its fingers
doped-up delinquents, small
puddles relinquished

incomplete at the feet of false gods
oneironautstereoisomers
we were proclaimed as the founders of feasts
not the same decaudate dogs
bred by the public domain

cool as the absolute/value of absolute zero

quasi-grunge
in the wheelhouse of liquid
shadowscapes churning
our compared notes on entropy

and all of the above

and the dark heart instilled
around itself builds
an army of somnabulist clones
in vitro meatsloth;
sill diffusing the bombs

the crime sorcier of hyper-
sexual plants

this air is so dirty  
the sophists are sweating

while eating their supper, while
scratching their slogans

'to the spine of our eyes
shorthand-surreptitious

and the future assured
on the whim of synthetics
brontosaurusthe slow strobe of thunder
everyone is fostering some Fabian ideas
      the rabbits on the run
the fingernails dirtied

even uncle traveling Matt and his silly
creatures of outer space

so craft your own consequence
and wash it down with black milk
ratified
by the garbage pile you keep at the edge of your garden

while the drawbridge holds
your doppelganger and its pavonine
pasquinades at bay

scandalous strokes to the slow strobe of thunder
ThawAs you are loaded
into the back
of the ambulance,

you thank God
that something
is happening at last.
A Grand TryThis is really a simple story,
of a girl who lost her self.
Not among the trees, or the waters,
but in the very heartbeat of her.
She let circumstance and life get in the way,
and allowed others to shape her and mold her.
Forgetting what she enjoyed, valued, and felt for.
slowly shrinking behind the doors.
So is it really a huge surprise to any,
when the girl decided she didn't want to fumble through anymore?
She knew she was needed, but alas she felt abandon,
by those who promised "forever and ever more."
You see she lost all those who were dear,
to an illness no one really understood.
She was happy though, in her own little world,
full o
deracinationthe solemn minds have
spoken up and out of turn
nascent
voices defrayed -
     an echoing echolalia ether

and conscripts begone!
restored to disequilibrium

(...)

Johnny knows
what really killed the dinosaurs
but the big voices in the sky won't give him

any space to fill
Gas Chambershe had an addiction to love and cocaine
she liked the rush into her head and through her veins
she was itching bad and sinking low
she was all dolled up, are you ready to blow?

her rose garden started smelling
her sad stories more distorted and less compelling
no one cared about the shit she was wearing or selling

any whore of the day took her place
in every way she was left to waste
in desperation she tried to save face
but she couldn't be certain of anything
do you really believe it was me, are you perceiving correctly?
I highly doubt that you know me, have you lost your sanity?

she sat dazed under a gas light
she must have been out of
Blank PagesMy minds in a state of stasis, on an empty stage I'm faceless
My bulbs in need of replacement, and I don't think I can take this.
The imagination is an oasis, it helps me swim to higher places.
Each day passes by like ages, as I slave away for wages
Open heart in broken cages, my only friends are blank pages.

-Jeramie James
You Took Something From MeI used to remember what was hidden in the moon
The light of a billion beautiful rays still shading in the looms
Now a broken soul, an apparatus to destruction, a tool
A word, a phrase, a paragraph or two
A day doesn't pass without me waking up in pain
To see your repugnant fucking face over me again
The terrors never cease and sometimes I desire
To be deceased, to baptise myself in fire
To leave this earth because my sanctity was violated
And I was young, how could you use this in advantage?
I can't even manage to describe my hate
You pushed the envelope, and I thought I was to blame
But it isn't that way now that I've realized
That I lied to
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Queen of Fire
   She rises in the distance
Ever proud and glorious,
Standing tall over her dominion
And a world that gasps at her beauty.
  Silent now she is,
So far away on the horizon.
Yet we know her power.
  Her slopes are fertile
And many men seek to climb them.
She allows them not,
Save for myself.
  And on her slopes, peaks or at her side,
I am atop the world.
I am happy, I am blessed.
The Ever Changing Flames
Nothing ever stays the same,
Everything around me changes.
I don't want to lose you; scared I might.

Make your sacrifice today.
Will you hold me as you burn away?
Go now, and your ties will sever,
But your legend and memory will live forever.

You look at me and you've seen better.
They tied me down, in chains and fetters,
I know you love me out of sympathy.

Make your sacrifice today.
Will you hold me as you burn away?
Go now, and your ties will sever,
But your legend and memory will live forever.
We'll be together...
   Soon...

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Breathe in the cold December air,
Life's a bitch and nothings fair.
I'll walk away and see you there...
So there...

If Death's a gift, I'm on a roll;
Black of heart and black of soul.
I've relinquished all my control,
My soul...

This life it mocks and laughs at me,
A dissilution, I don't want to be
But something here screams "Fallacy"
At me...

By mornings dawn o'er stars I'll fly,
So listen out to hear my cry,
This is what it means to give up and die.
Don't cry...

I loved and lost and loved once more,
But now I feel I can love no more,
For life has closed all her doors
For sure...

For now I scream unto the stars
I run and jump, journey afar.
And now I fail again- Hurrah!
Hurrah...

I'm sick and tired of playing games,
Trying hard just to fail again,
Every time the outcome's same;
Full of pain...

Just face it your a loser,
You were born to lose it all.
An effigy of what shouldn't be,
An idol built to fall.

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What It Means...by ~Yllek

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What It Means To Give Up And Die

If only I had the strength...

Warning, highly emotional content. Don't have a go at me if this sounds emo, if it does, don't tell me, I'd rather NOT know.
This is raw emotion. I've started singing randomly, and I'm writing it out as I go along.
It's gonna be crap, but it's pure emotion of how I feel right now...

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©2005-2013 ~Yllek
Category: Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

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~uncopyrightedvinegar Dec 10, 2005  Hobbyist Artist
Yep. Hehe I'm going to stop posting useless random comments now :P. Great work though.
niz xxx
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~Yllek Dec 10, 2005   Writer
Lol, thanks! :)
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~uncopyrightedvinegar Dec 10, 2005  Hobbyist Artist
Yep, I love the different ways you can use whispers to make a point, and add extra info.
They're great ^_^.
niz xxx
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~Yllek Dec 10, 2005   Writer
It's a way of making a mood.
:)
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~uncopyrightedvinegar Dec 9, 2005  Hobbyist Artist
It's amazing!
One tiny thing to point out:

"Just face it your a loser,
You were born to lose it all.
An effigy of what shouldn't be,
An idol built to fall. "

"Your" should be "you're" lol.

Oh I love the way you repeat bits, as whispers. Perfect XD.
niz xxx
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~Yllek Dec 10, 2005   Writer
Thank you!
Whispers are a keen part of my songs, I like the eerie effects you can achieve, the lingering thoughts like the lingering spirits of long departed... :p
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~PunxRose Dec 8, 2005
I love the raw emotion of this! The power and passion is incredible.
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~Yllek Dec 9, 2005   Writer
Thanks :)
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~amaranthiasage Dec 8, 2005
I loved it.

i could almost feel what you felt. the power in your anguish.
your utterly hopeless grap at something meaningfull enough to keep you here.
it's beautiful, yet mierable at the same time.

the despair and love loss is moving.

IT"S BEAUTIFUL.....

i wont lie, i almost cried while i was reading it.
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~Yllek Dec 8, 2005   Writer
Thanks.:)
It's comments like that that give hope in such hours of darkness.
I'm not saying I do it for the comments, or even that a lot of my pieces deserve them, but when they come, they help.
Thank you.:)

And thanks for the :+fav:
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