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Autumn LeavesAutumn leaves
The sight is breathtaking
And yet so dreary
A cruel bout of mockery
That beauty be so waking
In ruin lay smoky huts
Dry are the watering ruts
Toys abandoned in yards
Nothing here left to guard
Admittedly, a crestfallen village
With nary the merest breath
In its streets that scream pillage
And yet no outward sign of death
Collapsed are the roofs
But foundations remain aloof
Life leaves an afterimage
In the absence of bodily ravage
Gone is hope, without regret
Gone, somewhere, secret
For it to return with all reason
When chimes the right season
Such force laid this torment
Inexorable, cold emissary
Yearly repeating the event
And so, such morose beauty
Such morbid, guiltfree happening
Metallic tools rendered glistening
By sterilizing flaming fealty
Ephemeral smoke abounds
Always shifting, full of tricks
The precise chaos of bricks
Toppled over in mounds
Painters, know what you depict
Before to the brush commit
Splendor in full volition
Of its fatalis
Humonculous Delight_______"Humonculous Delight"______
Red stone................................. 2.00
Red stone & bacon..................... 3.00
Red stone, bacon, red stone........ 3.50
Red stone, red stone, eggs,
bacon & red stone.................. 5.00
Devil's nest eggs........................ 4.50
Red water................................ 2.00
Red water & miso...................... 2.25
Red water w/ red stone croutons. 2.25
Famous state alchemist arm*..... 10.50
Famous state alchemist leg*...... 10.50
Famous state alchemist
naughty bits*.................... MARKET PRICE
Armour limbs (w/ digestive
Scar's ass platter...................... 14.00
Remains of the person brought
back during your creation....... 18.00
Red strap spaghetti w/
The Once PlumThe once plum________________
The plum, so succulent
A taste so rich and opulent
Juice seeping in sensual rivulet
Tantalizing feast for my palette
Is it the acidic tease I crave?
Or the overflowing sweetness?
Why question the savory caress
It should be enough that I so rave
And yet it isn't...
As I devour this fruit supreme
I irrationally expect a hint
That it shows for me equal esteem
Should I be to blame?
No other crop ever let me claim
Such an intimate complicity
Normal that I should seek mutuality
Yet food cannot taste the holding hand
It soaks in praise embarrassingly
Wishing the repast be not so heavenly
More functional, sometimes even bland
Yet forward I plough, selfishly I bite
Digging deeper without respite
Until a mistake is made, rather rash
And onto the hard pit my teeth crash
As agony overwhelms my dentition
My bliss turns to admonition
Despite my own boldness
Having caused the duress
Unmoved the plum remains
Expected as it is to have a core
Can it be faulted therefore
Is it genuine captivation
That compels all my attention
To be drawn to this philosophy
Or is it merely morbid curiosity?
My fleece is but one of my companions
Keeping me from the weather's variations
But as platonic as we remain
Is it wrong for me to wish for rain?
Rhubarb makes a strong contention
That bonding with its roots is perfection,
But with its poisonous leaves would only be cried
I say: who can tell until we've tried?
The bluebird may well be right all along
Certain of what its heart wants in song
But would it be abject impertinence
To point out it has little experience?
Doesn't the arlequin comprehend
That despite our creative differences
Happiness, our time together can apprehend
And with love tear down all fences?
Vanity, over the raccoon, holds no sway
And yet, in all its imperfection
I can never look away
It is, to me, most beautiful in creation
Am I then such a flawed mirror
That the eagle fails to see its striking grace
Last night I met Miss Trust
But blind faith puts me on my guard
I made the acquaintance of Miss Use
Who wished to abuse me, and not well at that
Miss Conception was under the impression
That I was ready for parenthood
Miss Communication shared a lot
But I couldn't understand a word
Miss Interpretation was quite a performer
With too many liberties in her work
Miss Carriage had a coachful of stories
All of them ill-fated
Nothing panned out with Miss Information
Because too much is as bad as too little
Miss Fire had a blazing personality
But threatened to explode at me any time
Miss Guided knew where she was going
Unfortunately away from my home team
As for Miss Age-in-a-Bottle
Her years were utterly unreadable
Only a glance at Miss Demeanor's conduct
Told me of her criminal past
Miss Spell put me under an enchantment
But she wrote the word as 'insanmant'
Miss Led was just that, however astray
Miss Stress' adultery was unnerving
I had doubts about
I can not rhyme
This I say for the last time
I can rhyme with the ease
Of an egotist saying "please"
"What's this I hear?" you wonder
"These suffixes he deftly affixes
Their consonance have little discordance"
So "Can he not rhyme?" you ponder
He who hunts and not consume
Hunts not at all I dare impune
She who swims with no destination
Merely performs mental masturbation
So if my rhymes abandon meaning
Their purpose is lost in the void
But if there's really a point to my meandering
Flaunting it, I try to avoid
So I maintain what I said earlier
But it may not suffer repetition
As that was its last iteration
And masturbation is niftier
TraitorYou are a traitor,
Vile and a hater,
Who had my trust
Now crushed to dust!
What is your motive,
What did I not give,
To secure our bond?
Was I the one conned?
Well I really think
That YOU broke our link.
In the end YOU lied,
Cast our ties aside!
I offered up my all,
Was behind your every fall,
You mostly did the same,
But it was just a sick game!
You are the traitor,
The vile hater.
I’m no longer serving,
Ditch someone deserving!
untainted and pure
white as snow
can they endure
turning to grey
whatever you say
I don't think pure
is the word anymore
tainted and grey
turning to black
this is the price you pay
for the life you live
covered in sin
the dark ground
hiding and waiting
can't hear a sound
my senses have left me
darker than coal
tainted and dirty
evil and bad
before I'm thirty
50 DaysOn the first day she was blinded by the light
On the second day she put up a fight
On the third day she learned how to love
On the fourth day a hand she took hold of
On the fifth day she did nothing at all
On the sixth day she learned how to crawl
On the seventh day to school she went
On the eighth day she fell to the cement
On the ninth day her baby clothes she outgrew
On the tenth day let go of your hand too
On the eleventh day she got sick
On the twelfth day she learned a card trick
On the thirteenth day she looked more like her mother
On the fourteenth day she made friends with others
On the fifteenth day you got her a phone
On the sixteenth day you left her home alone
On the seventh day she graduated school
On the eighteenth day she learned the world was cruel
On the nineteenth she felt so alone
On the twentieth day she just wanted to go home
On the twenty-first day she began to cry
On the twenty-second day he wanted to die
On the twenty-third day she pulled through
On the twenty-
ApocalypseThe gloves are off,
the tribal flags unfurled.
No matter the cost,
as each invective hurled,
no matter sanity,
or if it helps or hurts,
win at any cost,
each meme that spurts
a tick on the score card.
How easy it was
to bring us to this place -
God? Satan? not really.
This catastrophe wears
a human face.
AddictIs that a challenge?
No really, I want to know,
I'm addicted to struggle and harsh words fill my syringe,
I dope up and then I'm ready to go,
Lost in a daze of hallucinations that won't stay, so I binge,
Praying this insanity never lets me go.
Is that a challenge?
I could quit any time I want,
but quitters never win and I'm winning everything,
Though I may lack the sophistication other junkies flaunt,
I am just as unpredictable as the real thing,
So I dare you, I double dare you to give me a taunt.
Worldly Ways, Worldly WoesWorldly Ways, Worldly Woes
Go forth, my son, into our world.
Know its ways and means
Keep your wit and mind alert
Keep your heart clean
Watch everything and every man
Decide to part or follow
Stay awake and await the chance
You'll know both joy and sorrow
So I went to university
I got my degree and went abroad
I hoped that life abroad would make me free
Indeed it should
But though i am free I feel regret
For the thought of freedom remains unlike between men
Some think that it gives them right
To interfere with others' rights
That primes them for a fight
And in the end
It gives me blues in the night
Beautiful DemonAs we approach the end of the season,
I fail to understand the reason,
of why such a beautiful demon,
would renounce his precious freedom.
Waiting at the top of the hill,
i asked the demon "Why are you standing still?",
and slowly turning his eyes, a bit black, a bit red,
he told that he was already dead,
but his tears were only of joy:
for him, time could no longer destroy.
ParanoiaIn your time,
terrible things may happen
which to your life
cause untold destruction.
These horrific events
will put you through hell,
but you can get back up
and live your life well.
Or can you?
Perhaps those events
linger on in your head
and you feel
a permanent sense of dread
and every action
that ever will occur
you fear will destroy
your life forever.
Or will it?
Eventually, you don't know
what to think anymore.
You don't know if that's your spouse
or a lying, cheating whore.
You embrace the thought
that all that is around you
and is out to get you.
Or is it?
Cards of SpainMy arms are clubs
My legs, they are spade
Of diamond my head is made
Its namesake my heart rubs
The other, they are my mason
They build upon me
They build for me
Of me, they make their bastion
Delicately, oh-so delicately
A red seven is tilted aptly
Against a black three
As I look upon this artistry
This frail tower finds itself between
A black ace and a red queen
This castle is for me
This castle is me
Might I be the better architect
Of my own project?
Irrelevant is the notion
Compared to your devotion
You dare to add another floor
Cards add up, defying gravity
Nothing for me to deplore
But this moment's brevity
To see you toil for me
Care for me
Is the grandest Castle in Spain there can be
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
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