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I.Am.Not.An.ArtistI am not an artist
I do not believe I am someone with a creative mind
someone who can make something so bland into something so magnificent
I am not that
I will never be that
I see art and the world it is in
and I see nothing
I see no beauty
no creation
just shapes and colors
I do not see the beauty someone has created
or the depth and emotion that is hidden between the lines
I don’t see how someone can see so much within so little
to be able to create a life by just a few lines
and to be able to recreate something with their minds
I wish I could be able to do this
just a little of this
but I am not an artist
I am my own person

The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.

Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.

The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin

Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams

Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”

All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye

We’re not moving, but He is……

I Don't Miss AdolescenceMy sister calls to ask me if I'll do her makeup;
Mami promised that she would, but she's tired
and screamed when Maria reminded her senior prom
is tonight. She says, "I have a hickey on my neck,
something she doesn't want to cover, and you've always
done a better job of highlighting the subtle graces
inherent to my bone structure, the angles we share."

I say, "That's okay, but I can't pick you up,"

so she arrives in a flourish of exasperations,
telling me all the family business, waving her nails
in my face and talking about the pain of her extensions.
She says, "Do you think we need yellow concealer?
I plan to take pictures, and the last

unrequitedyou make my words
gather at the hollows
of my throat
until i choke on them.

my fingers ache to
hold you--
but my eyes ache to
cry.

you're nothing but heart break
wrapped in a bow
of something beautiful,
like the dust of grace from
fallen angels.

i drink a little faster and
cry a little harder
because the way whiskey and tears
mingle on my lips
tastes suspiciously of love.

Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm

I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.

The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.

“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”

“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”

“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”

“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”

“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”

“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”

“Lu

DilemmaToday in class
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
A beat

Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged

The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes

The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts

What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all

I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy

Time passes
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent

You

All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down
Kicking everyone out
I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart
And lock the door to my brain
I refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home
“Please leave your message after the beep…”
Beep.
“Where are you?”
I don’t know.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t know.
“When are you gonna let me in?”
I don’t know.

Smoker's EpiphanySlipping through a puff of smoke
exaggerated wisps slipping through my subconscious
and I am emptier than before, less than I was
something subtle and hearty

Softened
smoothened and soothing
it's almost relief

almost.

No wordsI don't like to talk.
I feel that words cannot truly express what I feel.
When I am filled with emotion, I can find no word that can express what I feel to the fullest.
There is no word beautiful enough to describe this joy, no word horrible enough to describe this hate, no word ugly enough to describe this miserable existence.

Never open the window... Never open the window...

I see you're here.

Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.

What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless.
And actually, the only light I need...
...is that one that is so distant for me.

She asked me why I was saying that.
But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't care
I saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fears
But best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.

Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others.
Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you.
it has been four years, right?
Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul

The BeaconThere it is
So far away
Yet the sight of it brings me hope
Of rest
The glistening red dot
Gradually growing larger
As I trudge closer to my destination
The heat is consuming
The silence deafening
I'm so close, I can't stop now
I finally reach it
The beacon is right here before me
I gaze upon it's bright face
I pause for a moment
Then turn and continue on home.

The ChoiceSitting at the edge of the abyss
Between life and death.
I’m greeted with a disheartening choice
Solemn and quiet, I think on it.

As I sat, it is Death and all his friends
Who come upon me.
He grimly outstretched his callous hand
And persuaded me with odd tongues.

I thought of the missteps in life,
The seemingly dire loss of joy and hope.
Seeing no point to carry on, I decided
To listen to what the black spectre spoke of.

In the somber state my life had
Amounted to, I began to consider Him.
As I listened, a glint of light shone in
my eyes, fiercely blinding me.

From the clouds, a great white angel
Gently drifted down to me.
The ange

Why must I think as I write?Why must I think as I write?
Why must I write as I think?
To sit here and establish my thoughts?
To give you my personal feelings when no other can empathize?
Why do I even begin to do this?
Writing is a talent,
And yet I write this.
Discovering my talent meant that I could do something,
Not just think about what I want.
I want to become an author,
A film artist,
Hell even a poet if I choose.
But I can never stick to one thing.
Why is that?
It's as if I have so many thoughts that they can not be put on paper.
As I sleep my thoughts take flight,
I dream of a world that can not be.
Then I wake to find myself in a dangerous world that others fea

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Get Moving.Take your feet.
One by one.
Pick them up
and let them drop.

This is walking,
And you will spend,
moving forward
to the end.

But here's the thing,
I've realized.
There are no immortals,
'vryone dies.

So, why waste
Your time?
With little truths
and bigger lies.

When you can walk
In wondrous style,
With ne'er a worry,
and flashing smile.

My ForcePeace is a lie.
There is only passion.
That statement.
In it's zealotry.
Could not be more wrong.

I've been there.
Storming through the sea,
sending ripples.
Every which way,
But I was blind.

I couldn't see,
what was right in front.
My anger and passion,
never left me calm.
Collected.
Right with myself.

No longer.

There is no emotion.
There is peace.
To see what's beyond,
beyond yourself,
underneath the surface of it all.
This is what one must have.

But not
at the sacrifice of humanity.
We feel,
we love,
we rage,
but letting feeling control.
Leaves one in a state of disarray.

So here I am.
As I float along
A top this endless sea.
My pr

Questions and AnswersHow did I get here?
Where is it I'm from?
A pair of simple questions,
from a simple tongue.

The answers to these questions,
are tricky ones at best,
You have to look inside yourself,
to what lies beneath your breast.

How you got here, such a shame,
to forget such a trip.
I merely lead you to the door,
but you who opened it.

Beyond the door, a wondrous field,
open to the sky.
The vault you had contained yourself,
left nothing but a lie.

You feared the open world,
and what's coming next.
But decided to grow up,
evolving is the best.

So from the vault, your sheltered home,
you walked into the light.
The light of new beginnings,
Of living wh

Quiet FlightStrangest feeling.
Floating here.
Soaring here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.

Peaceful, terrifying.
Racing heart,
Pounding heart,
why don't I fall?
Why don't I burn?

Something strong.
Keeping me here.
Lofting me here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.

Mind is racing.
What do I do.
What can I do,
but enjoy this time.
Here in the sky.

Winged OneThe lights.
The blinding,
Searing lights.
Stare into my soul.
Break up the whole.

It was quick.
No pain, not really.
Just shock.
And spots.
Spots in my eyes.

The engine.
The roaring,
deafening engine.
Tore through my heart.
Broke me apart.

This gutter.
It's cold, and wet.
From rain.
And blood.
Blood from my life.

The night.
The living,
echoing night.
A nightmare unveiled.
Now the pain, I wailed.

That's when you came.
Protected me,
Guarded me.
Kept me from that final light.
Held me,
Warmed me.
Said I have to keep up the fight.

New lights.
New flashing,
dazzling lights.
Protectors and a savior.
It seems I haven't lost favor.

You were go

InvasionCalm.
Collected.
Shadows on the rise.
Winds pick up.
Feet turn and run.
The worst surprise.

Alien
Machinations.
Descend from the sky.
Blocking the sun
Our turn is done.
We humans will fry.

Vicious.
Capricious.
Monsters arrive.
Slaving our men.
Defacing women.
Building their hive.

Nothing to do.
Nothing is said.
Weapons no use.
Everyone dead.

Tentacular fiends.
Take all they wish.
No food, just seeds.
Foul oceans, no fish.

Lost.
Defeated.
Humanities time.
Over and done.
Aliens won.
Nonpunishable Crime.

Revenge.
Demand.
Again we will rise.
Some day.
Some way.
They'll meet their demise.

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Reverence

by ~Suphyx, Jan 13, 2013, 8:13:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Laying upon the ground,
A hero fallen.
Our greatest leader,
Our greatest friend,
has fallen.

Tears and clouds,
Lengthen the day.

Silent, unmoving,
the people watch.
Awaiting the lie,
to be thrust aside.
And have our hero rise.

All eyes rise to the sky,
and the gaping maw.
Adding despair to the day.

Slowly a hand rises,
and a loving glow does forms.

One by one,
the hands arise.
And the maw begins to fade.
The despair also fades,
For our hero will be remembered.

Forever will he lie,
in the white tomb.
On the grounds of his home.

Reverenceby ~Suphyx

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

©2013 ~Suphyx

Love me some Dumbledore.

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~MayMeiKuru Jan 13, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

T,..,T soo sad T,..,T
nice <3

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~Suphyx Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I cried so much during that scene. Thank you.

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~MayMeiKuru Jan 13, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

More~ i need to read more! xD

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~Suphyx Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I'll see what I can do. Haha. More like this?

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