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Season's song by creaking-door, literature

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Season's song

Goodbye my friends, it's hard to die, When all the birds are singing in the sky. But I've watched my seasons run, Now my seasons are all done. But there were things that I've heard, Like a new-born baby cry, And in warm summer air, Two lovers softly sigh. Goodbye to streams and autumn trees Where young girls swirled and all the children played Full of life and hope and dreams Now I must face Grim Reaper's blade. Time is near to let go, I feel no sadness or no pain. But remember well the touch, Of a summer's gentle rain. Goodbye to you, my special one, You brought more warmth to me than any sun. When you first touched my hand

A new dawn by creaking-door, literature

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A new dawn

Strike eye with light And mind with fact Tear knowledge from your soul Break out the truth from web of lies Revelation will unroll. Rip down the blinds Flood in the sun Kill shadows where they cowed Stand tall and face accusers And show yourself unbowed. Step bravely now Fill deep your lungs Let battle cry ring out A burning faith will win this day Extinguish your pale doubt.

Spirit of Mary Pryce by creaking-door, literature

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Spirit of Mary Pryce

They hung Mary Pryce from the oak tree at noon, The few gathered there thought it none too soon. They called her a witch and scoured her flesh, She had strange ways, that was her mesh. She exuded love and care, displayed many skills, Collected spices and herbs, cured a great many ills. Gave sanctuary to lost souls with nowhere to go, But for doing such things, many were her foe. She had one twisted leg and impediment speech, But to people and animals her power could reach. Villagers came but in secret, their shame to hide, But when many denounced not one took her side. She was sixteen years old and had not one friend, Merely a f

Walk away by creaking-door, literature

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Walk away

Soft fell the tears at eventide, As we said our last goodbye. Our time was done, paths were set, We breathed a final sigh. Spring's smile, so warm, bade farewell. Summer haze slowly dimmed its light. Now winter erupts its cruel bile, And coldness now does bite. You and I, alas, never meant to be, We tried, and for a while, burned bright. Between us, no lasting bitterness, Our love, too strong to fight. Our embers glowed, turned into flame, Consumed us both with fire. Wild as the wind or pounding wave, Guilty love, our funeral pyre. It will be hard for both of us, Lost love, the pangs will sting. Yet we would run that path ag

Whore's last dance by creaking-door, literature

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Whore's last dance

I thought I'd done with thee, my sweet Remembering back to hellish meet When first we met with roving eye Knowing t'would end in sobbing cry You were indeed a haughty bitch Used womanly charms and skirt did hitch Weapons clothed lightly within your skin Heaving breasts thrust at your whim. But I recall that black-eyed look When mood did flare like flashing hook That tore and rasped like serpent's dart Erupting bile from your black heart Like devil's whore unleashed with flame Not two days running were you the same Refused to release your claws from me Left with no option, made myself free So now liberation from screeching voic

The measure of love by creaking-door, literature

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The measure of love

How so is love measured? By what scale shall it be compared? Is fire of passion to the fore in this? Likened to an impish spark Combusting hotly into flame. Or be it yet as a soft wind, Caressing fields of slender bloom. A wafted kiss from kindred souls Beneath a knowing sun. Or will love sudden shake its power, As would a instant thunder crack. Sharp wake a sleeping heart Demanding it be measured? Tho gentle light of harvest moon Will beckon lovers to its call. For love can guise from many cloaks. Seek answers in the one you love, Then love may show its measure, Distaining all irrelevance. But truth is this so listen well

Mirror talk by creaking-door, literature

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Mirror talk

Mirror, mirror on the wall It's time we talked for I'll soon fall Don't give me that impassioned stare That grasps my soul to strip it bare Give instead a softened gaze And help diffuse a misty haze Lock eyes with me and tell it true For you're the one that I run to When I seek reflected truth To reinforce resolve with proof Give help to calm this trembling lip But should your truth shock as a whip I'll shatter you with one stern fist And let your splinters be my last kiss.

Innocence crushed by creaking-door, literature

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Innocence crushed

I was born innocent, And there were many like me. I found care and love, and grew strong. Marvelling at the world around, Overcoming the obstacles of life. And learning to grow with dignity. But as I grew, my world saw great change, Both in its many lands, and its people. I was forced to adapt to meet that change, And the mould of my innocence was fractured. Greed, power and fanaticism were the new leaders. My eroded innocence left a hungry void. To survive in this new, avaricious and ungodly world, I was forced into a new guise, perhaps in self-protection. My fare became intimidation, torture, murder, and rape. I became rich

Winner does not take all by creaking-door, literature

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Winner does not take all

The winner takes it all, and yet I'll watch you fall. Standing on the podium you raise yourself up tall. While the one who helped you up is here, standing small. You scoop up your pale prize, scattering your lies. Basking in adoration of those who saw your rise. You looked to future aspirations but I saw future sighs. You won so many things, your cups and trophies glitter. Forgot that I was always there, as our kisses became litter. You wanted independence and this left me so bitter. But now your days are past, you can no longer run. You turn regretful thoughts back and want me for some fun. But you stumbled once too often, so wit

A fractured love by creaking-door, literature

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A fractured love

She leaned against a gnarled oak tree, dank air a misty cloak. Let her tears run freely, into its trunk did wetly soak. A sound came from her lips, a drawn-out mournful cry. Low clouds echoed it back, thrown down from angry sky. Her wail vibrated strong, thro' long valley and over lake. Until it reached a cabin, to snatch her lover wide awake. His sudden guilt for infidelity did strike that lover strong. He groaned aloud his true repent for in truth saw he was wrong. Had lightly spurned her faithful care, was blind in every way. Perhaps too late he'd known true love, and swore to save this day. Threw on his clothes and rushed outsid

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Season's song by creaking-door, literature

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Season's song

A new dawn by creaking-door, literature

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A new dawn

Spirit of Mary Pryce by creaking-door, literature

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Spirit of Mary Pryce

Walk away by creaking-door, literature

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Walk away

Whore's last dance by creaking-door, literature

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Whore's last dance

The measure of love by creaking-door, literature

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The measure of love

Mirror talk by creaking-door, literature

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Mirror talk

Innocence crushed by creaking-door, literature

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Innocence crushed

Winner does not take all by creaking-door, literature

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Winner does not take all

A fractured love by creaking-door, literature

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A fractured love

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Over the Stars by Thediamondintherough, literature

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Over the Stars

Click the gun loaded Wait for the moon to rise Let my last tears fall It's time for something new!! Over the stars (2x) Feel free to forget about me All my mistakes, all my failures I don't mind if you hate me now It's time for something new!! Over the stars (2x) I pull the trigger and I fall My blood drowning the floor But you don't care (2x) ~~~~~~ It was time for something new!! So now I'm over the stars (2x) Over the Stars (3x) I fell before you...

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She is Woman by creaking-door, literature

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She is Woman

When Man hears distant rumble, As mountain heaves and thrusts. His stark eyes make him humble, And his pallor turns to crust. But Woman stands defiant, As vibrations pass her by. She absorbs this earthly anger, And the challenge from black sky. When diverse crisis comes to visit, It finds the Man most weak. He will give forth postulations, To hide his inner meek. Woman bears the sting of childbirth, And absorbs each punishing blow. She will not pause or falter, Nor betray her inner glow. Man wears his pride like feathers, As a cockerel struts the roost. His self-praise seeking glory, For his ego he must boost. Man stamps

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 14 years
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Current Residence: under a rock
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Wallpaper of choice: vomit
Skin of choice: on custard
Favourite cartoon character: anyone who asks for cash
Personal Quote: Bugger off!!!

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creaking-door

Jan 11, 2012

Poem bombs

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For the first few years on here I posted about one item a week. Last year it was two. For a while now it may be three, four or more. I could say that Im using DA as a storage for un-posted poems, but there are other reasons. But I am not posting extra stuff for comments! I DO NOT expect comments on all. If anyone wants to keep them in their inbox and maybe skip thro one or two a week before deleting, fine, but I order you not to comment on them all!!! So you nice ppl that comment regularly, do not feel in the slightest guilty for missing many, it will just make me feel bad otherwise as I am overloading! So be nice to me and only comment one

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creaking-door

Jan 8, 2012

Which would you like as a dinner guest?

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Michael Jackson

Adolf Hitler

Will Shakespeare

Hannibal Lecter

Moses

Chief Sitting Bull

Elvis Presley

Prince William

Alice in Wonderland

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creaking-door

Jan 4, 2012

Thinking

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Nothing to grin at here so skip it! Tho I did have a wry grin while browsing DA over Xmas. Said similar stuff before and still get sad over the number of ppl who get zero response here. One in particular, been on about a year, around 15 postings, but not one comment and no watchers at all! I didn't comment, not quite my style, but I wonder if that person ever tries to browse and find a watcher or two! At the other end of the scale was a girl that got several thousand views and dozens of comments on every posting. Yeah, you guessed it, snapshots of her private parts from all angles! And no I didn't comment, tho I was tempted to tell her to ge

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ThrivingEbe

May 29, 2015

Hi Rob, it's Bee, I used to be FragileWarrior, and then StolenIndigo, I hope you're okay, I hope all is well. I miss you and I miss your poetry, just thought I would drop by, thinking about you.

x-Maya-x

Jun 28, 2014

Hi, I just wandered on here after so long.. And I realised how much I miss you.
Hope all is well

Cookie-Jam

Nov 4, 2013

Hey! Remember me?

If you don't, that's okay. We used to comment on each other's stuff is all. So I'm back on deviantart after like a three-year hiatus and it really doesn't feel the same at all without your warm, funny comments.

Glad that your works are still here because I still adore them! But I miss you a lot. I hope you're doing well wherever you are - all my positive vibes sent your way!

PepperPeck

Oct 9, 2013

Okay...so...I don't know if you ever come here anymore or if you even remember me. I stumbled upon some great poetry and some old messages that all linked me back to you, the time you were LordBeazy. Your very last poem pinched my chest.. Right now I miss you a bit, and Becky. I hope you're well and living with tremendous strength. If ever, drop a word. xxx

danisuh

Aug 10, 2013

just dropped by to read some of your works...

FRBRkitty

Apr 4, 2013

You're still missed. So there.

AmaiMirai

Oct 7, 2012

*sigh* I miss you so much, wish you were still here :/