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O, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of Fire by Purple-Freak9
O, for a Muse of fire with diamond eyes,
Bring me to the edge of
This staged kingdom;
Throw me over the edge until time
Sees us realign with more beautiful chaos.
I am Mars, I am every Monarch,
I am all the chess-pieces on this broken game board
You long to play.
Do you like the way the water tastes
After your eternal thirst for more?
Shower me into your very same realm
And let this perilous ocean part.
Cherry waves of soldier’s blood
In the wine goblets of rich white men,
Like the Hydra,
Cut off one head and more grown back
To rule the sick hierarchy.
The coffin shakes in a chariot of glass,
Pulled through an endless night by Apollo’s horses.
When the needle breaks
The record will scratch like young skin
That only the Gods may judge.
Cast opinion on this play if you will,
But it is best you keep dreaming;
Lest the Muse awaken.
SepiaSepiaSepia by Purple-Freak9
In my finite amounts are infinities of possibility.
Men have wept, women swooned,
Children ceased their sweet madness momentarily
At the hands of a few words.
The best stories never made it through whole,
For you see Medusa devoured Perseus for the fool he was,
Helen wasn't all that beautiful, just clever,
And Sparta fell at the hands of women despite its mighty reputation
Of course there are other myths that aren't mythical,
Legends less legendary than most-
It’s all in the interpretation.
The sword is wrongly feared; for all blood eventually soaks into the ground,
It’s the pen that is eternal
Aided by nothing more than a few drops of ink.
The Moon in VirgoThe Moon in VirgoThe Moon in Virgo by Purple-Freak9
She wore Mercury on her lips;
For when the visions came
the madness left a poisonous taste in the mouth
and rotten teeth
There was once a sweet and youthful
element, as is the case with women,
But she lost her worth in societal eyes
long before twenty two.
Now she is eighty six
with no husband to determine her path;
The stars do it well enough.
Even the sun shines in a way
that allows her to regain stolen beauty,
Without the use of too much rouge.
Astrology became a science when God abandoned her,
Many would argue he was never there.
A distant relative was burned as
a witch of sorts,
But she is not bitter.
The tea she takes helps her to forget;
To drift off to sleep in a manner so sweet
that she cries to dream once more upon waking.
Hairline FractureHairline FractureHairline Fracture by Purple-Freak9
The subtle knowing that divides
you from "the others"- that one day you'll
Is enough to make you feel both small
and superior at the same time.
It angers you when people use the word
Life is as finite as the number of
Grains of sand in the hourglass,
Yet it's so easy to enjoy daytime television
and takeout food.
There is more to being a biological philistine
than simply existing for days on end,
Because we can't all go to Peru
Or climb mountains.
The biggest feat is simply waking up every day
To the safe sound of a steady heartbeat.
FadesLove wont fade just because you want it toFades by Lady-of-the-Hearts
it'll sink its barbs deep into your heart
and hang on till it's to much and shatters
he was my one and only,
for a little while at least.
he was the prince in shining armor
my saving grace.
yet he abandoned me like someone useless
like he had never said the words
that I had longed to hear
a puppet without the strings
cut off from the master who'd controlled me
death couldn't have undone the love
that I had held for him, yet his own actions
made it possible because for what
the chill of death wont undo,
a love turned to bitter hate
for what could be left except hate
when you betrayed me in such a senseless matter
leaving me devastated and head blind
able to smile and enjoy
but always leave that bitter taste
of regret and pain in my mouth
because it wasn't just a betrayal
of you to me
but of a betrayal of myself
because I had loved you that much
that when you drew away I had left myself
without a safe net to fall onto
and I spiral ou
Tomorrow's YesterdayWhisper softly, shades of gray,Tomorrow's Yesterday by TehPyramidHeadFan
Softly share your hurt.
Forgotten by the animals,
And even the sorry dirt.
Take a moment, breathe with me,
And smile away the pain.
In between the struggles, please,
Struggle to obey.
Calm the beast that's raging,
Sing his pain away.
Try as you might, you cannot stop,
Your smile always fades.
If I had a reason why,
Choose to live or forced to die,
And I can't see the truth bleed.
Am I the only one that sees?
What makes me strong is killing me,
I can't see the truth bleed,
I can't see the truth bleed through your lies.
Sitting, waiting, praying, please,
Dawn brings on the day.
At dusk the nightmares walk,
And the dreams don't want to play.
This playground we call life is dead,
No stories or words are said.
Living in this monotony,
Dying with this shame.
The lazy afternoons we walked,
When we knew we should've stayed.
This playground we call life is dead,
Only cries are heard and tears are shed.
If I had a wish to share,
No hearts are willing to try to car
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