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Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

Your LightI feel the warmth of the light
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.

The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.

All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.

Dangerous WatersYou only see broken, empty shells,
They cut your aching feet,
And give you a sense of solitude.

You walk into the waves,
They soothe your pain,
They relieve you of sins.

You want to run away,
But every time you try,
The call becomes louder.

And you are so tired,
So tired of running,
From the call of soothing waters.

So you swim,
Engulfed by the comfort,
But these are dangerous waters.

You're swimming too far out,
The tide will catch you,
Drag you under.

You will never resurface.

J'ai pris le temps(English version below)
J'ai pris le Temps.
J'ai pris le temps dans ma main et je l'ai broyé.
Je l'ai fait reculer, je l'ai acculé, je l'ai bloqué et menacé.
Je l'ai étiré dans tous les sens et je l'ai déchiré.
Et puis finalement, je l'ai oublié.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Ou c'est lui qui m'a pris.
L'un de nous s'est mépris.
Et l'autre reste surpris.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Passionnément.
Tout doucement.
Je l'ai aimé puis détesté.
J'ai pris le Temps, j'ai pris le temps.
C'est un enfant, terrible, tentant.
Il m'a échappé, a fui en courant.
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Mais de temps en temps...je le reprends.
Version anglaise : Merci beaucoup à Menotmyselfori ([link]) pour sa traduction!!!!
I took the Time.
I took the time in my hand and I crushed it.
I made it reverse, I cornered it, I st

Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throne
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage

Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred

He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
Peering jealously
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and

Just Another Tree In The ForestWhen all the words
I've gathered in my pupils
color my irises grey,
you can find me scribbling

nonsense

in between my eyelashes.

Brainwaves like lines and lines
and lines and lines
of novels and history books.
My memior is made of torn
pages and found poetry. Brown
around the edges -

old and used.

With ashen fingertips, and
fingers like twigs snapping
underfoot, I will carve out
my trunk and count my rings -

always far enough from death and yet
there is no green left in my branches.

I haven't taken root enough
to feel at home
since I was a sapling, but when
children sit in my hollow,
I howl stories about reaching
f

Hymn to the MoonIn the hours of your brilliance
Dark soul's child is dying.
You cause new visions -
The sad eye becomes blind.

Moon, mirror of the sun in the darkness!

Kisses are easily shed
In your protective refuge.
Caressed by Venus' whisper
Prohibited barriers yield.

Moon, celestial crown!

Illuminator of the star map,
You show the way to the lost.
Those who seek shelter in the bright light
Cower at the wooden bridge.

Moon, watch-tower of deliverance!

Underneath your canopy
All earth-creatures are sleeping.
In your lap you gently rock
Germinating traces of life.

Moon, bearer of life,
Executor of time,
Galactical guardian!

Moon, patro

Chasing CaliforniaI'm not lying when I say I suck at poetry,
I have no sense of metaphors or similes.
Don't care about punctuation, I skip my apostrophes.
I do this 'cause my parents told me I should write a symphony.
They said,
"You should make a map, of where you want to go, and never look back."
I took that advice; I said I wanted to write.
So here I am, am I'm doing it right?
My targets in sight.
I'm no lyrical genius
But I'm never losing the fight.

I'll never quit ELA, until my hair's grey.
I rather fade away than to have been lit for a day.
Life's a game, and we all want to make the hall of fame.
But is the grass really green-er on the oth

WeirdThe alarm clock tells you loud and clear
It's time to get your act together, dear
So force yourself to get out of bed
Forget what all those people said

Now's the time to change your routine
Of spending all day with the laptop screen
It's time to dress up like you used to
It's time to be the brand new you

So wipe all those silly tears away
Because we're living for today
The past is long gone, it's time for change
So dress how you want, no matter how strange

And wear whatever makeup you want
You're brave enough to do what the haters can't
As long as it makes you feel good about yourself
Then what is it to do with anyone else?

Sh

RainRain trickles down my window pane
Sparkling glass
Crying diamond tears

Walking down the lane
Frozen in time
Like an old photograph

Bright colors, subdued with nostalgia
Glistening dewdrops
Kiss the flowers' velvet dresses

A fresh breeze
Swirls around me in a whirlwind of
Hope and love

I inhale the dreams that died
Buried under the hard ground
That the new rain has unearthed

I dance with abandon
Childish laughter bubbles up like a spring
As I vivaciously stomp through a stagnant puddle

Life breathes around me
As I spin and twirl
Smiling as the sun begins to shine on me

Parting through grey clouds
It beams at me with its gorgeous rays
An

I Might Need YouI think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.

It wasn't a fair fight.

If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
"You're mine."

And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.

But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possi

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

Je Suis La NuitThe night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows.
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor.
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.

I wear the dusk-in-fields like a scarf, and the shadow-in-city like heels,
Soft and romantic, sharp and knowing.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers.
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol.

I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the sm

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by ~Amarum, Oct 31, 2012, 5:27:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I came and I conquered
his body his soul and the top
claimed it with a broken sword
I thought I had found my salvation
with the road to heaven already closed

and then he came like a hurricane
filling every left untouched space
toying with things the way I used to
now though it was anything but fair
I felt hatred entwine with love

felt everything simmer under too heavy
eyelids

loneliness fell heavily onto me
like cloth onto dead man's bed
he tried to shush it with his flesh
minute after minute but to no avail
I was already dammed

so lost in the other's eyes

I could have forsaken anything
yet there was no need
'cause the already old joke
of an unfulfilled love
was this time

on me