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The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)Delicately, he drifts
On the blanket of blue.
Coming together
Like a ship with its crew.

WarScarlet drops soak the ground
Gunshots fired, distant sounds
Metal flashes clear and bright
Screams of dying fill the night
Blood is pooling thick and dark
Life force dripping from dead hearts
Panting breaths as lungs recede
Into death, the hopeless tragedy

Dancing clouds on a medieval sky
Singing stories about lovers and friends
Staring them before I die
Nothing is heard
Nothing but a gap in the sound's flow
I am alone now.
Alone with my thoughts
Dancing clouds watch me traveling
Whispering to me words to write down
Now all that is left is echo
The echo of my tears
but that song I listen now says that everybody hurts
So am I one of the all?
Or am I the all?
maybe I am a nothing flying into thin air
singing on net wires songs about loneliness
Writing before I die
about someone I love
I can't remember name, age or face
But I remember his heart
A heart full of loneliness, grie

Gallows of the EyeHow loud the shouts and whispers,
Echoing on from invisible tongues.
As melodies sing like acid vapors,
Oh, the profanity has begun.

To storms it is not comparable,
Thunders become a mother’s song.
Even nightmares turn to lullabies,
And monsters leaving on their own.

Coming forth with a hunter’s crouch,
Lying in wait in the darkness’ shade.
Only not in the corners of your room,
But there instead in your guarded mind.

Fight it with fire all you like,
Stare it down with all your might.
The more you purge the more it feeds,
A war that’s won with stronger greed.

One goal crowns its lonely wake,
A feeble little soul liv

NewbornClose your eyes and listen
And soon enough you'll hear
The heartbeat of a newborn
Beating fast and clear

Innocent and curious
A newborn wants to know
The big world that surrounds it
And who is friend or foe

A newborn calf is precious
Just like a newborn pet
It needs its mother with it
To love and to protect

So why do you forget this
When you buy meat and cheese?
A calf isn't a cat or dog
But it deserves to breathe

A newborn needs much space to grow
Regardless of what species
A newborn needs to have good health
Not cages caked with feces

A calf that's torn from its mother
Two short days after birth
A calf that's born just to be killed
For

Turning BackI'm a coward.
For turning my back on you,
Weapon in hand,
Head held high...
I have no pride.
Inches turn to Feet
Feet turn to Yards
Yards turn to Miles,
Each footstep breaking my principals,
Reminding me of the man I'll never be.
Oh Dad, can you ask God why
Why it all turned so wrong?
She was my most precious,
My only...
I annihilated everything.
Everything, even her.
The tears burn and etch forever in my mind,
Her pleading a painful echo.
Her heart broken...
By me, everything was shattered.
I thought it was duty,
How I was so naive.
Now revenge is all I seek.
I wonder how she's doing...
Did she find anyone
She'll properly say,
"I love you"
I can't help but smile
She's always been shy.
Despite her hyper attitude
She's always been a warrior.
Now I can't sleep
For my head is filled with her.
...
Now I've done it.
Fulfilled my hunger for useless revenge.
I don't have a home...
I'll wander lonely as a ghost.
Always trapped by her.
I'm a coward
And a monster.
I have no pl

Angels Angels
______

When Angels care to dance , on life we take a chance ,
Try what we think is true , and risk all like a fool .

When Angels sleep to rest , our life remains a test ,
On trusting what is just, and who that we can trust .

When Angels touch our hearts, in life we must depart,
In knowledge that we know ,our journey soon will grow .

When Angels choose to leave , it's time for us to grieve ,
Our time on earth is done , and loved ones will be numb.

Don't Be Like red WineA lie
Is like pouring red wine on a white sheet
It will keep spreading
Till it can’t spread anymore
Do you want to be like the wine?
Or do you want to tell the truth
And deal with what comes from it.

Word to the Wise..Your true nemesis looks back at you everyday, feeding of your regrets..

When one door closes...I’ve heard the saying
When one door closes, another opens,
I felt the disconnect and the lock clicked shut
It closed for just a moment
Then opened so hard
That it spun me

I went down in a haze of mixed emotions,
Not over my loss but feeling for you,
My wants mangling each other,
Eating each other alive,
Until there was nothing left
But me

When the tears stopped
and you were there, waiting
I ran toward you
Wanting change, wanting freedom
Embracing an uncertain future
For love

Your eyes were like the ocean
A swirling punch bowl of blue and white,
So inviting in their dance
So severe was the pull of your undertow
That I dove right in

AgainForever perceiving tunnel vision
Lost in everyday traditions
Composing nonsensical renditions
To explain the thoughts within

Always falling backwards
Into the deepening abyss
Looking to the sky to find
The meaning in the myth

Red as rosesRed as roses
Question poses
Eyes meet
Hearts greet

A delicate dance
Words entrance
Drawn in
Bonds begin

Some subtle shift
A gentle drift
Steps slow
Eyes glow

Feelings stir
Passions blur
Walls crumble
as fingers fumble

No single cause
No hidden clause
Hands clutch
Bodies touch

Pulses rush
faces blush
innocent dove
they ‘re in love

Paths converge
As souls merge
Through darkest day
They never part way

past death’s door
dancing evermore
in heaven above
God bless true love

Blanket of whiteCover me softly
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me

so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white

let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
now covered
under a blanket
oh so very white

My Sole ConditionTo what conditions must I comply
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?

'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!

Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.

Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poeti

WorkI watched intently as a tiny ant crawled around the bowl of the sink. Pacing back and forth, the little guy had no obvious purpose that I could see. I hate bugs. I turned the faucet on and plugged the drain, letting the water slowly inch to where the insect lay. He didn't scramble away as I expected he would, he just sat there antenna twitching. I couldn't tell if he was unaware of his looming fate or had simply accepted it, waiting listlessly for the water to whisk him away. As it swirled ever closer to the small bug, I contemplated rescuing him. I felt a bit cruel subjecting him to this, but as I said I hate bugs. Soon enough the water swep

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EscapeEvery single plain, grey, rainy day
I find myself dreaming of escape.
In my mind's eye I am on a train,
On a boat, a sailing ship headed far away.
I'm on the ocean, on the great big sea.
There is water all around me, but it's not falling.
And all the grim, all the grey of this big city,
It's not clinging to my clothing, it's not weighting me.
Escape is close now. Yes, I can see
A way out of this place, out of this country.

On a ShadowIt occurred to me that
By a shadow's reckoning
I am the one that is cast.
And while his wakefulness
Is measured by the duration of the light
When we next meet I will have aged
And his emptiness will be the same.
Still our lives are so entwined
That we will wink out of existence together,
Swallowed by the greatest shadow of all.

RomaLet's watch the roads run with speed
Out from beneath our feet.
We are the source of all we need.
Let's leave this world of common greed.

Let's dance in the rain of Spring.
We'll pretend that we have wings.
Let's sever ties and strings.
And let's be our own Kings.

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Let's look for nests in the oldest trees.
Let's touch what the hawk only sees.
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But now we're getting loud.
You thought you had us beaten,
You thought you had us cowed.

But we rose up to fight you
It's a battle to be heard.
You're fighting us with silence
So we'll fight you back with words.

You took away our houses,
But you want us off the streets.
Now we're tired of taking orders
So we're disturbing your "peace".

Faded memoryYou run but it's like walking
Step backwards through an open door.
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But they don't listen anymore.
Your heart beats you to a blur
Only cry when no-one can see.
She's good and you aren't her
Watch faded tapes of memory.

LostThrough the bars of my cage I stare at the world.
Pretty colours, and beautiful girls.
I sit in the shadows dreaming of light.
My cage holds me firmly, tells me not to fight.

Can't you see I'm falling down an endless well?
A long kept longing I can't dispel
A feeling of wonder I cannot quell,
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From Freedom

by ~Echo-of-Echo, Feb 17, 2013, 11:14:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

You hide behind me,
The better to stab me in the back.
You invoke my name,
While it's me that you attack.

You scream I'm being stolen
To distract from your guilt.
You lock me in this cage of laws
That you so shrewdly built.

You send me over seas
To get me away from home.
You hoist me like a flag
As you fall like Rome.

I will still try to help you,
That's who I am.
I will always be here
Next to Uncle Sam.

From Freedomby ~Echo-of-Echo

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~Echo-of-Echo

I decided to write something from freedom's point of view. I'm an Occupier.

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*Sinnomangirl Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is fantastic. I rolls so well and the idea is amazing.

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~Unabiding Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for sharing it with the world.

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~Unabiding Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I get it. It's as if you wrote this for me. Especially considered what just happened a few moments ago. Thank you for writing this.

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