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Gloves by zephyrus7, literature

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Gloves

No sooner has that become this Than it is transformed to that again. Chris rarely listens outside, He is too fascinated by the world. I am trying to explain the Metamorphoses in a way that forces him to concentrate, but the subtleties confuse him. "I reach for that glove. I wear it. It is a good fit, It hugs but does not squeeze, It warms but does not heat." He thinks I am delusional. He looks at me, quizzically, Then at the glove. I turn Around, then back to him. "Here, try this on, it is a glove. It will fit you well, It is soft but not weak, It is plain but not dull." I remove one of his mittens And slide his hand into

Dream + Illusion On Horseback by zephyrus7, literature

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Dream + Illusion On Horseback

Disturbing subtle pictures left behind the fluid, weaving motion of its hairs that trickle smoothly through, all intertwined. What skill will man recall when we remind his conscience of a work of Moliere's? Disturbing subtle pictures left behind a troubled, yet sophisticated mind? Or just a streaming mass of worldly cares that trickles smoothly through, all intertwined. When time is squandered on the old and blind, the paint is quickly stripped off all their prayers, disturbing subtle pictures. Left behind, the puzzle of a long-tormented mind. New rivulets of grief pierce through their cares and trickle smoothly through, all int

Infidelity by zephyrus7, literature

Transparency by zephyrus7, literature

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Transparency

He lazes, dignified, receiving introspective stares that whisper softly, like the lazy water Mother kept in that fat jug. He shows to me a glassy eye, an awkward play on symmetry and heir to nothing, sunken in her socket held in fear of him. Is that my own reflection? Poor defenceless girl, a fleeting shiver, tired, but allowed to rest beneath a glossy shine. When I return, he glances up to tell me I've been gone a while, and through the clear transparency that sparkles, dreams of movement, silent pictures pierce through and whisper softly, mocking, bleak and tired, sleeping in tepidity. They nudge against a china jug t

In The Core Of Autumnal Beauty by zephyrus7, literature

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In The Core Of Autumnal Beauty

The skies are Turner's joy tonight. I turn; I turn my music down, and move across the grass. The mist, she seems to swirl as one, and gently set me down, until the meadow cracks beneath us, splitting shards of frozen glass. Imprisoned now, we rise as one, a swathe of thickened air. I trace her pallid, wraithlike form, and move my trembling lips to hers. Within me, writhes her void, in mimicry of my despair. And where is She? Oh She, who in the hold of some November chill, may usher warmth towards me, she has taken flight, but still, The skies are Turner's joy tonight, beyond the haze of this bastille.

Winter's Cry by zephyrus7, literature

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Winter's Cry

Are you not happy? Perhaps your muse's fire has dwindled enough from winter's icy breath to allow an ambitious draught to quench it entirely. Does joy no longer reside inside your heart? Or does it still remain, though weakened; A fragment chipped off, like the first bite of a cold, crisp apple. Those eyes, once vivid with life, have greyed to a dull monochrome since last this season did pass. And the wilted figure that stands before its frosty mirror at night, appears lost in shape or form, merely a loose, dishevelled creature of no true stature, straining for some unimagined release. Oh misplaced contentment! Hear how t

Concession by zephyrus7, literature

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Concession

It is still commonplace for two wooers in love to gambol through snow, and not far behind us, we would, and we'd slash at the static of lovers in woe. Our silence creeps like treacle: slow but relentless, with just one virtue - patience. It surges and swells, as though pumped by some bellows of whispered torture. It billows and shrieks and calls to my cavity, shawls of insanity swathing my heart, tremulous in its cage. The calm, prudent blizzard, it lingers in sweet undulation, but dares not approach, encircling our own coliseum, with ushers of ice in the stands. They roar and they scream and they cry for a winner, and I, t

Sweet Alice by zephyrus7, literature

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Sweet Alice

I – Malice In Wonderland Unlocked, would doors and prison cells And windows fling their shutters wide? A dam withholding too much hurt. A prick will do, but can a heart? A heart so screaming to burst those walls That maybe, where an outlet trickled Slowly through congested cracks, She built a tunnel through your eyes. Bleakest depths yield to a rise of rushing waters, sighs and shakes. Sweet Alice, sample prey to foetal urges and futile whims. Malice in wonderland, push forth, traverse the picturesque. Through valleys, rivers aid your way, take comfort in her cries. II – Daylight Nocturne Full moon teeth in grimaced smile an

Amy, With A Face Of Glass by zephyrus7, literature

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Amy, With A Face Of Glass

Amy, with a face of glass Approaches like the morning light And sits there at the riverside, Reflective eyes just out of sight. Her toes are swaying daintily, And though her skin is ashen With the curse of too much darkness, She still moves with such a fashion As to make man wilt on looking hence, And leave her presence, tainted With the fantasy of what she, On his memory, has painted. Soon her brittle frame has cracked Within my saturated gaze, So with a melancholy tenderness, She sets my eyes ablaze That she may drift away to evensong, Too swiftly to distress The gentle creatures of the night, Who simply smile at her fine

Dream Weaver by zephyrus7, literature

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Dream Weaver

Hold tight, behind your torpid sense, with each sleep longer than the night, a passive sprawl of indolence is dozing out of sight. And now, succumbing to a dream, extending what should time allow, the teeming of an idle stream amasses in your brow. This sweat, a fluid, swelling force, now carves a furrowed rivulet with no redemption, no remorse, or notion of regret. Cascade to desiccated skin, permit the humble girls to wade, amongst more providential kin, so splendidly arrayed. But take a moment, while they play, survey the waters of this lake, and mirror this world to the day the instant you awake.

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Trainspotting by zephyrus7, literature

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Trainspotting

You told me you could take it; you stressed that you were strong Now I know the truth, it's so depressing, you were wrong Or could it be you were aware and didn't let me in Hid lies behind your teary eyes, to mask the scars within Of course I had my doubts about your general state of mind But if I'd asked to talk about it, you would've just declined You came to my house one day, refused to take off your coat Your blood-red shirt underneath, still damp around the throat I never thought that you would go and leave me to suffer here You knew that I was weaker than you, and always filled with fear I don't hold what you did against you;

The Man Nobody Knew by zephyrus7, literature

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The Man Nobody Knew

You see me in the corner, staring at the wall The corner of your eye, upon my corpse will fall A broken figure, full of pain, anguish, fear and lies Just like an old man, half-asleep, the day before he dies Don't stop to turn and stare, no don't you dare linger To see the blood-stained ring slipping off my finger You'll just confuse me even more, so do not even try To ask me why I look, and feel, and sound so very dry It's hard for such a protected mind to try to understand To recognise the reason why this pen's limp in my hand Trying just to write these scattered verses down in ink Yet each time pen strokes paper, I find I cannot

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Escapade by zephyrus7, literature

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Escapade

Overture: As I lie awake, alone, late at night in bed The happiness I feel in me turns to fright instead And all my life, it seems, I've been inhibited by my fears Now while the sun gently sets, I look back through the years… Part One: The Exploration Beneath the blinding midday sun, he opened his dull eyes And now his story had begun, a tale of pain and lies But it was more beneath the moon where this sad tale should start For darkness and insanity already ruled his heart For shame, a mind so pure and young, corrupted early on His conscience felt so present there, but part of it was gone Neglected by his family, he needed to expl

Pulse by zephyrus7, literature

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Pulse

Your love pulses through my veins – Soft, always gentle Extremes in revitalising from your touch Sensitivity rumbles through the air A slight breeze, reaching your heart filled with sadness, remorse and longing Longing for a better place, a better time, a better world, someone better But all I want is you, to be able to feel your heart beating in perfect harmony with mine, enabling us to escape from our lives, maybe if we just closed our eyes, we could enter each other, the utmost in love, an aura of content and satisfaction. Keep this, just for one moment, before it is gone, as afterwards, the only joy will be the memories, and what go

Monochrome by zephyrus7, literature

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Monochrome

She read the paper everyday About what happened yesterday The murder 12 doors down the road The latest films and videos Picked up her bag, went down the street Head held up high, prepared to meet Her friends down at the small café Where they'd been going since last May In harmony with the city lights The bars and clubs, the busy nights Neon signs that point her home She'll never ever be alone A flawless smile across her face Body adorned with silk and lace She pushed the door open wide With a deep breath she stepped inside The owner slowly turned around "Your friends are no-where to be found" Her mind went blank, "they're ne

Beauty In Death Of Our Habitat by zephyrus7, literature

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Beauty In Death Of Our Habitat

The humble bee in elegant flight Thinks not of the rushing gale But more of a gentle zephyr Flowing gently through the hail Heavy raindrops tear his wings Tears of the clouds up high And gracefully this little bee Glides down to Earth to die Far above the blissful bee Now lying forever in peace Another fated sailor still soars Postponing her release Singing songs of serenity In piercing waves of sound 'Til finally she falters in flight And flutters to the ground Feb. '04

Trying To Hold On To The Edge by zephyrus7, literature

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Trying To Hold On To The Edge

Trying to hold on to the edge, I stare as I fall deeper, Down into the abyss of sorrow. My heart descending, In an ever steepening spiral Towards the utter destruction of my heart and soul. I am alone, totally alone, With not a soul in the world that knows how I feel. They all stopped caring a long time ago. I hoped it wouldn't come to this, But I couldn't hold on any longer, The pain was far too great. At least no one will miss me, I did not tell others of my grievances Lest my woes be transferred to them Hopefully reaching the bottom, I stare as I fall deeper, Down into the abyss of sorrow. Farewell Sep. '00

This Silent Seraph by zephyrus7, literature

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This Silent Seraph

Prologue: A Misguided Angel Trying to hold on to the edge I stare as I fall deeper Down into the abyss of sorrow My heart descending In an ever steepening spiral Towards the utter destruction of my heart and soul I am alone, completely alone, With no a soul in the world that knows how I feel. They all stopped caring a long time ago I hoped it wouldn't come to this But I couldn't hold on any longer The pain was far too great At least no one will miss me I did not tell anyone of my grievances Lest my woes be transferred to them Hopefully reaching the bottom I stare as I fall deeper Down into the abyss of sorrow Farewell. *

My Insufferable Solitude by zephyrus7, literature

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My Insufferable Solitude

My insufferable solitude Ripping the fabric of my life And burning inside, the dwindling flame of my life is replaced By the raging torrent of hatred meandering through my veins Deep down to the very core of my being where it terminates and wreaks its havoc Upon my dying soul, on searching for comprehension, all I find is neglect Ignorance on your part, all of you poor, weeping, empty hearts with no love to share The sweet tang of my blood replenishes you; such is the complete lack of concern You have for me. You show no mercy; You are not a dream but the comprehension of how my life has come to pass. In bizarre nuances of wakefulnes

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The New Ode to the Forums by hereticschizoid, literature

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The New Ode to the Forums

I can't stand to see another thread beating a horse that's already dead. Do you like "s3ks" and "what does are mean?" A *poorhorse cult for illiterate teens. The forum descriptions must be Greek or maybe the newbies only read 1337. The Welcome Center to get a tour, Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores "Deviator" no longer exists (The forum's still there 'cause Jark insists). Don't post there- it's useless you know read the thread that tells you so. We interrupt this poem to distinguish that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!!11" are not English. If those are in you vocabulary please buy yourself a dictionary. Do you think you are a squirrel

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She Whispers... by zephyrus7, literature

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She Whispers...

She whispers with a crisp precision, scented words of love. The beautiful lily in the lake beside me sheds a tear of dew, as gently, mayflies take their flight to grant some privacy. A sudden snap of that lachrymal drop flicks fragrance t'wards my nose. Part frozen by the morning's bite, and further from her numbing kiss, I feel compelled to tear a section of my face clean out, and from it mould a sculpture so delightful that perhaps I could present it to her, laced with brittle lily stems (the flowers for her hair). She whispers with a crisp precision, scented words of love. My heart may well dissolve inside these waters i

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Current Residence: Bristol, United Kingdom
Favourite genre of music: Progressive Metal/Reggae/Acid Jazz/Funk/Hip-Hop/Salsa/Trip-Hop/Jazz/D&B/Various "Classical&
Favourite photographer: Jan Saudek
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Archos 605
Favourite cartoon character: Homestar Runner
Personal Quote: "Only the tame birds have a longing. The wild ones fly"

Favourite Visual Artist

Raphael, Dali, Constable, Turner

Favourite Movies

American Beauty, Se7en, The English Patient, Magnolia, Juno, The Incredibles, The Big Lebowski

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

www.last.fm/user/Orpheus-Sings gives a quantifiable, if not wholly comprehensive idea!

Favourite Writers

A.S. Byatt, Angela Carter, Rilke, Pound, Dante, O'Hara, E.B.B, HD, Long

Favourite Games

Diablo II, Age Of Mythology, UT2004, Worms

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zephyrus7

Oct 24, 2007

I'm back - who's still around?

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Wow, so I've been gone for 14 months...if anyone from back then is still around then hello again! (I know some of you are still here as I've briefly stalked a few people just now =P) I'm just starting my second year at Bristol University, studying Geology. I've been incredibly busy over the last year with work and various personal life things and, as a result, have been completely drained poetically (if I was ever anything but), so haven't written a single thing in, well, 14 months. A few of my most recent poems have been heavily edited for content and style, and I may repost "The Birdcatcher", which seemed to be my most popular poem on here

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zephyrus7

Aug 2, 2006

Summer

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Well, I last wrote on here a month ago, and little has happened since then! I leave for Prague in 3 days, and we're meeting tonight to discuss the trip, it's gonna be so damn cool. Clare and I may be going to Rome for a few days in september, that would be amazing...we'll see. Oh, and I've written a new poem. Currently deciding whether or not to post it up here!

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zephyrus7

Jul 2, 2006

It's Over

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I had my last exam on Monday 26th. My A Levels are officially over, I am a free man for the next 3 months, and I can finally get back to writing. I get out my final results on August 17th and then on October 2nd I'm off to University in Bristol. I just realised it's been almost 3 months since I did ANYTHING on this site! Clare and I have now been together almost 4 months (I don't think I've ever mentioned her on here...at least not by name) and I'm just about the happiest I've ever been...constantly. Amazing, truly amazing. 16th of June was my 18th birthday but, part because I didn't want to make a big deal of it, and part because it was i