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my frozen heartthe winter is harsh
my hands are cold
the gloves are unnecessary

my heart is so cold
that he looks a bit like to this frozen lake

Prisoner from the Ice
he knows not breathe
he suffocates like our love

SanctuarySanctuary, this place that I find in only one place.
Yet the torment of the world still reaches me there
Their words do not matter.
But the way they watch drives me crazy
This Sanctuary I find alone
Brings peace to my soul
As it rips and tears through my flesh.
Oh Beautiful Sanctuary.

No More LightThis dream has become a reality
The once imaginary pain has become real
Kneeling before the altar I scream
The dead pull me apart

They tear at my memories
Twisting reality
Slowly I can see all the dead people walk.
They have come back for me

I did not ask for this pain
The pain that the dead have brought
Life no longer shines in this dark world of pain
Pain created by my mind

The time is soon when I will be consumed
End it all with a quick twist
The graceful blade across a trembling wrist
It is much too late for redemption.

This lifeless body marches with the dead.
Bleeding out all the pain of tomorrow.

Because I Could NotBecause I Could Not

Because I could not say,
such trite retorts.
To the summer tides
Which were your eyes.

Because Madame Sosostris
Played your tarot, The
'emotionally hanged
Pyramus' (who actually
believes such tripe?)

Because Orans's prison
Set you loose, & I accepted
The tender disguise. That was the
summer tides, which were your eyes.
You said smugly (back then, 'cutely'),
"Oed' und leer das Meer"
(I thought I could delude the situation;
"you love Eliot as well?")

Facing the cruelest month, who is
Always breeding and leaving
mixed memories of lilacs, of dreary
Rain, and gray attempts to
Bring an end to such cere

The BeingWhite noise, white light
Moonlight, sleep tight
Pick up your pen
Your notebook then
Let your body loose.

They're all sleeping
But your heart is keeping
Inventory
Of all the cracks
Rips and craters
Sanity- see you later.

They're all sleeping
But your mind is beeping
One new message
To be played
How it wants out!
What's it thinking 'bout?

They're all sleeping
But your soul is creeping
All around
Must you meddle?
Only want to see
Ancient history?

Smothered
Quilts and inquisitions.
Conspirators come out.
Heart mind and soul
Ready to shout
Everything you are about.

Do you want to risk a dream?
What might they show?
T

NuclearDeath came thundering on a swirling wind
A pale white smile, a skeleton that grinned
Some chose to run some chose to fight
And death howled laughter in pure delight
Fruitful earth now lay scorched and bare
Blood red waters in the flame's red glare
None were spared that grisly night
When humanity declared war with a nuclear light
Fools they were, fools they have always been
Willing to strike a storm where no one can win

BladeThe sweet taste of pain
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.

When left aloneOnce loved and beloved
Then left alone
With fear and pain by her side.

Once told to be everything
Then left alone
With empty heart and pale mind.

Once cherished and treasured
Then left alone
With broken soul and no goal in life.

Then sealed as a promise
And left unnoticed
With no place for forgivness
She just vanished
As if she never existed!

Wash Me Away Is this rain, that beats down on me?
Is it that I see, that really hurts me?
Hiding my tears, but they don't go away
I can still feel the pain inside of me

Here I stand, asking for one thing
Wash me away, before they see me

In front of them all, I stand strong and tall
My tears are all dry, but they still flow on the inside

I still stand, asking for one thing
Wash me away before they see me

Is this where it's gone?
From happiness, to none at all.
Through this storm, I can see them clear
drenched in rain, clothed with fear

On my knees I beg for one thing
Wash me away, before they see me

Love's Cold WhisperNot a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Though alone I walk,
I feel the cost,
And every day, I'm chilled by frost.

And every year, the thoughtful few
Sing to me to lessen my pain,
It never cleans,
My soul's blood stain,
And soft sweet voices become my bane.

And every life I've lived as yet
Has seen me walk alone.
And even the radiant light
The sun has shown
Can do nothing to warm my bones.

The Countess and the ghosta ghost moves worm her room
he progressing slowly
with a perverse smile

the young countess sleeps peacefully
lost in her dreams
she hears nothing

the door opens
the beauty is in front of him
her face is delicately pose on the pillow

he hovers above the bed
admiring the curves of the young woman
this creature is so delicious

he leans a little
her neck is gorgeous but it still hesitates
this woman is so pretty

tortured by his choice
he prefers to leave the room

my lovely countess, this night was pleasing
I leave you this rose
to help you remember my visit

you are to me
but you ignore it yet

a line of cocainea line of cocaine
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene

or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute

a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd

she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead

The hallway of darknessthe hallway of darkness
looks like the life
it is long and hard

he exhausts your energy
you lose the hope
and you fall into the nothingness

Behold Beauty!Beauty around is all I see
Beholden to nature, her gift to me
Simple flower to great oak tree
Gaze in wonder on bended knee.

Meadow sways in gentle breeze
Poppies, buttercups, gentle heartsease
Weary soul by beauty appeased
Summer moment gladly seized.

Soft snow falling, iridescent light
Sky aglow, winter white
Rainfall through Celtic mist
Endless beauty, not to be missed.

Storm raging down by shore
Ocean tossed, howling more
Salt spray driven high in air
Sight of beauty there to share.

These are treasures, hold them dear
Nature's brilliance throughout year
Perfect performance, beauty behold
Close to heart as pleasure unfol

CharadeHow much longer must it go on?
This reality of make-believe,
Feels like a scene from a stage-play,
Where failure is long achieved.

What story is planned out now?
What plot is to be carried out?
Amusing how you're not tired,
Spewing out the same old lines.

Do you think we have an audience?
To render warm applause?
The seats are cold and empty,
Overlapping dust of folly.

We're but puppets to a string.
Made to move with no accord.
I see there is no puppeteer,
But this fantasy you dwell on.

How long will you remain asleep?
To the laughter of the sinister?
Or are you relieved somehow,
Of the meager joy you render?

Is the climax

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The door of hellthe door is opened
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark

this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid

he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
I'm lost

The price of immortalitythe blood on my lips
the heart torn by guilt
the tears on my face
the sadness that invades me

I killed for the first time
I took a life to feed me
the immortality has a price
that I pay today

The Countess and the ghosta ghost moves worm her room
he progressing slowly
with a perverse smile

the young countess sleeps peacefully
lost in her dreams
she hears nothing

the door opens
the beauty is in front of him
her face is delicately pose on the pillow

he hovers above the bed
admiring the curves of the young woman
this creature is so delicious

he leans a little
her neck is gorgeous but it still hesitates
this woman is so pretty

tortured by his choice
he prefers to leave the room

my lovely countess, this night was pleasing
I leave you this rose
to help you remember my visit

you are to me
but you ignore it yet

The hallway of darknessthe hallway of darkness
looks like the life
it is long and hard

he exhausts your energy
you lose the hope
and you fall into the nothingness

mi corazon esta tristetu cuerpo está frío
tu alma desaparece en las tinieblas
tu corazón está libre
mi corazón está triste

amor perdido
el cielo ganó la batalla
no puedo olvidar
te quiero siempre

Beauty of the nighta girl with long hair black enters the room
she wears a red dress slotted
that values a delicious chest

the curve of her kidneys squirms from left to right
I love this creature who dances for me
her radiant smile illuminates this dark place

this woman is a treat
a temptation that haunts my mind
the lights go out
my private dance is finished

tomorrow my lovely angel
I'll again be in front of the window
for you watch dance
you're my phantasm unreachable

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The voice from beyond the grave

by ~katsumoto82, Nov 23, 2012, 8:25:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

thy voice is sad and melancholic
she resounds in my head
a year already, that you're dead
a year that I'm alone

I have an strange feeling
I believe I see thy face in the mirror
i sense a presence near me

I'm crazy to hope or naive to believe
that I can communicate with thee

The voice from beyond the graveby ~katsumoto82

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~katsumoto82

she is dead and I can feel her presence close to me

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~TypingTurtle Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can relate to that...You write so beautiful.
I wrote something with the same subject for my friend who is gone.
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~katsumoto82 Nov 24, 2012

thank you

lose a friend or a love is a drama

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~TypingTurtle Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yeah...

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~kpopfanalice Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

it's beautiful!

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~katsumoto82 Nov 23, 2012

thanks

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~AlyssaC-12 Nov 23, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

My friend and I have recently lost someone very dear to us.
She says she dreams about him all of the time.
I should show her this. tahnk u for writing such a beautiful poem.

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~katsumoto82 Nov 23, 2012

the lost love is recovered within dreams

thanks

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~wolflogics Nov 23, 2012

it would be one-way communication. you should send some prayers that way. take care

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~katsumoto82 Nov 23, 2012

OK, thank you for the Council

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~wolflogics Nov 23, 2012

your words made me think deep bro

keep up the good work

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