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Talen D'aar
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Talen's Artistic ApertureEh, I saw Raina had shared some poems, so I felt like putting up some of my own stuff. It'll all be in here, no separate stuff to worry about. 
WARNING: Some of these may not be suitable for people under the age of fifteen. They could contain graphic violence and/or brutal imagery.
Here's some old stuff I'll share.
Dancing in Apathy
There are moments in our life when we have no control of what will happen, or already has happened. Sometimes I wonder if these times are there to guide us or blind us. And then there are moments when you have no idea what the hell is going on around you. In your own life even. You walk aimlessly, your mind absently thinking of the mundane. So apathetic to life that your world crumbles beneath you. Collapses and you fall into the black unknown. You begin to dance. You don't know why this happened, as usual, and you begin to cry, never missing a beat to the silent melody leading your steps. But, if you look deeper, you will find the answers. Follow the strings attached to your soul and find the puppet master, anxiously tugging and pulling, leaving you to dance in apathy...
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My Aphrodite
I look at her,
and I smile.
She is my goddess.
My Aphrodite,
My Callisto.
Her eyes are deep,
I sink into her beauty
As I delve into her soul.
She sees me though
Does not understand.
My feelings go beyond reason,
Beyond the perpetual madness I am accustomed to.
I struggle to find the words,
to find the warmth beneath her heart.
Never have I been so hesitant.
Never have I lost my breath at the mere sight of her.
My heart quickens,
My chest caves in on itself.
Then I realize the truth:
She is something I cannot have.
I accept it, and despair.
At least there will be a lilly among the thorns of trepidation.
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That's good enough to start off. I'll probably update every couple of days or so. I'll keeping putting up older stuff and progressively get newer.
So....Thoughts?
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Sirak Sazen
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Pretty, dark, and slightly depressing. That's how I like my poetry.  Good work.
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Talen D'aar
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Yeah, this is just the tip of the iceberg my friend. Just you wait. XD
EDIT: Oh, and thanks for the compliment. 
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RainaRose
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Wow, beautiful. It makes me wish I was her. Really, wonderful.
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Talen D'aar
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Thanks for the compliments.
Yeah...I said I'd post some more in a couple days.....I lied. So here are a couple more.
The Fall
He stared at his bloodied hands with water-brimmed eyes. The knife was in his hand, the same blood covering its surface. He was in shock, the events unfolding before him made his knees buckle. He had watched it all, unable to control himself. He stood in a dark and musky room, the faint lamp swaying and flickering above him.
His eyes glanced past his hands to the limp form lying motionless on the floor. Several stab wounds enclosed the cold, bloody cadaver. A crimson pool had spewed forth from the tragic and savage act. Yet the pool now held an eerie and sadistic serenity.
What have you done?! The voice questioned.
"I did what you asked," the man said quickly, "he has been cleansed."
There is a difference between cleansing and murder! The voice scolded.
"What else would you have me do?" the man shot back. "I have not the power to expel them!"
There was a long and crushing silence until at last the voice responded, Faith should be enough my friend. All things come with time, and you have forgotten that fact.
"I am sorry," the man replied, "I shall remember in the future."
No, the voice said. From this path there is no turning back. You must be punished...with no remorse.
"What do you mean?!" The man said, panicking.
There was no response. The man stood frozen and speechless as the seconds faded. The flickering of the lamp quickened, the light emitting from its surface growing fainter. The man looked up to the lamp, watching it darken as he was slowly enveloped in shadow.
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Randomness Extraordinaire
Remnants of a broken past, torn by the hollow depths of inevitability. The past comes to taunt them while the future comes forth to haunt them. To be gone is not to be lost, but to be lost is to be forgotten. Nothing but a shadow of history walking in the desolate lands of the forbidden. The ruins of tommorrow leaving an impact on the present. Like a streaming pond it ripples, leaving the world to burn.
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A life of stainless glass held with clenched teeth. The forgiveness of one ruling the fate of many. A broken mirror's reflection corrupting the pure. In the end of an era, none will come out alive.
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There you go, some more to sate your appetite.
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RainaRose
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You really are good. I'm overly jelouse.
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Adenn
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| Quote: | The Fall
He stared at his bloodied hands with water-brimmed eyes. The knife was in his hand, the same blood covering its surface. He was in shock, the events unfolding before him made his knees buckle. He had watched it all, unable to control himself. He stood in a dark and musky room, the faint lamp swaying and flickering above him.
His eyes glanced past his hands to the limp form lying motionless on the floor. Several stab wounds enclosed the cold, bloody cadaver. A crimson pool had spewed forth from the tragic and savage act. Yet the pool now held an eerie and sadistic serenity.
What have you done?! The voice questioned.
"I did what you asked," the man said quickly, "he has been cleansed."
There is a difference between cleansing and murder! The voice scolded.
"What else would you have me do?" the man shot back. "I have not the power to expel them!"
There was a long and crushing silence until at last the voice responded, Faith should be enough my friend. All things come with time, and you have forgotten that fact.
"I am sorry," the man replied, "I shall remember in the future."
No, the voice said. From this path there is no turning back. You must be punished...with no remorse.
"What do you mean?!" The man said, panicking.
There was no response. The man stood frozen and speechless as the seconds faded. The flickering of the lamp quickened, the light emitting from its surface growing fainter. The man looked up to the lamp, watching it darken as he was slowly enveloped in shadow.
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If you can add more creepy and dark humor to this, I will kiss your feet.
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RainaRose
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Adenn don't degrade yourself....I'll kiss his hand and we can be done with it.
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Sirak Sazen
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The murder one interested me. Amazing.
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Talen D'aar
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I'm glad you guys like it so far. Couple more.
The Love Letter
To My Dearest Love,
On this day of hearts, I send you my own.
Herein lies a plea for your affection.
I know not how nor why you refuse to see the truth.
The fact that I love you,
And I believe, deep down that you feel the same.
I am full willing to give myself to you, my rapturous heart, as it still beats for you.
For nothing, in this life or the next, can keep me form you.
God can damn my soul if it means having you in my life.
Perhaps, by the time you are finished reading this, you will see whats in my heart.
There should be a package with this letter; it is my final gift, my last chance at winning your love.
If I fail, if your feelings remain the same: then you will never see me again.
Besides, I think its quite fitting for this day of romance.
Forever Yours
In Addition: Handle it with care.
The woman closed the letter slowly, her mind deep in thought. She took a suspicious glance at the package. She wondered what gift her admirer had sent her this time. The package itself was wrapped in brown paper and bound in twine. She removed the wrappings and lifted the lid. The inside of the box was lined with crimson silk; a separate piece used to cover the gift. She reached down with shaky hands and took the silk covering. The woman gasped in horror as she gazed upon her gift: a human heart, as it gave out one final beat.
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When the bored are given a pen.
In a land of beauty, love is skin deep. It's sad to see what we have become. A nation obsessed with itself. A place where self-respect and original thoughts are handled as carelessly as pennies. A place where the ugly and strange have no home. Land of the free....there was a time when that actually meant something, when it inspired a person to be noble and fight for what was right. But the war is not in a foreign country. It is on our own doorsteps. We have let ourselves become corrupt and we have lost sight of the true american dream. Not the dream where we have large homes and nice cars.
The dream where we could speak freely, live freely, and love freely. Since when could a man become imprisoned simply for something he said? Since when could a person become the subject of hate because they chose to love differently? It is said in the Constitution that we have the right as american citizens to overthrow the government if we do not agree with it's actions. Yet, when we peacefully protest, they use brutal force to subdue us. People have spent their entire lives pursuing the american dream. I think of their pursuit as pointless, because the american dream is dead...and if we don't stand up, if we don't make a change, then we are too.
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That was before Obama, that is. XD
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Talen D'aar
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Okay, so those weren't a hit. Two more.
Searching
Long have I searched. Long have I wandered empty halls seeking that which I do not have. Wherever I look it haunts me. My own trepidation towards the matter lashing back at me like a whip of thorns. She is the unattainable, the unreachable, and yet I futiley drive on. I know not what makes me so determined. Is it out of defiance for past failures? Or just a mindless action to soak up time? I fear it becoming the latter, because she is someone I would love to get to know better. Not the mask she wears for the vain and discontented, but the true face she shares with few. Though, in my heart I know this will never come to fruition. For I am an ant, and she is the sun.
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Contemplation
I have often found myself thinking of what will happen after my death. Will I go to heaven? Will I be damned to an afterlife of pain and torment? Or will I simply drift in the white nothingess of eternity? I have even contemplated that there is no heaven, or no hell. I have also thought upon the fact that there might not be a God. Could He have simply been an idea made by the church? An idea so complex and so believed in that it created a world wide religious epidemic? Though these thoughts are believed to be blasphemous, I can't pull my mind from thinking them. Besides, I am only human. It is in my nature to doubt what I can't see, feel, or hear. Many of the world's religions give credit to omniscient beings for creating the earth and it's inhabitants. Though I believe in God, I have had my doubts. I have had time in my life when I felt there couldn't be a God, that there is someone so cruel calling the shots. But I do know one thing: someone's watching out for us.
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Maybe these will be?
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Adenn
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Stories like the Love Letter and The Fall are what you should aim for in my opinion.
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RainaRose
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Okay the Love Letter poem was kool but the story behind it was something I wouldn't like. I'm very seriouse about my romance. lol. You are an amazing writer.
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Talen D'aar
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A couple moarz!
Bleed Me Dry
Take your blade
And take it deep
Cut me open
And bleed me dry
Crimson blood drip drop on the floor
I want you so badly
But I want this more
No need to speak
Just take your blade deep
Cut me open
And bleed me dry
Let the blood spill
And fill your eyes
This time
I want to die
Just cut me open
And bleed me dry
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My Phantom Lady
She stands before me, as still as ice. Flowing hair, crystalline eyes, and an ivory smile. Slowly she dissipates from sight leaving her beautiful image scorched in my memory. But even that doesn't stay long. My emotion builds to an unmanageable level and I collapse. Crawling on hands and knees, tears blind my vision. I work my way to the kitchen and find the closest thing I can find: a razor. I prop myself up against the wall. Slowly I drag the blade across my wrist and admire the bloody trail it carves. I repeat the act again and again and again. A soft smile reaches my lips. Sweet Agony.
Then I wake up. Caked with sweat and breathing hard. It's been years since I've had a nightmare. So I ponder the meaning of the dream, wondering all along, who is my phantom lady?
Sooo.... whatchya thinkin'?
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RainaRose
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Talen are you hving girl troubles? Leon wrote me a few poems....Nothing like that. It is inspiring though, well written. Good detial, excellent rythme, and the work keeps my attention. Good job, please keep posting.
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Talen D'aar
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No, lol, no girl problems. I'm posting up stuff that's at the latest, over three years old, and at the least, 5-6 months old.
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Talen D'aar
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Couple More.
Run Away
Run away poor child, run away from here. Run away from these gray, dead lands. Run away poor child, before the Boogeyman comes and chains you down. Run away poor child, from this cage made of flesh. Run away from here, before you become attached, detached, outmatched. Run away poor child, from these lies like flies, circling you. Run away poor child, away from here...and don't look back.
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Insatiable
There was a time when she infected my thoughts. There was a time when she could keep my heart from beating with a glance. But now, when I think of the way she looked at me after I grasped her neck, or the way her breath caught and her nails dug into my skin, I feel nothing. Neither love nor hate. I am hollow, and at the base of my shell, the beast stirs. It personifies my deepest desires, the insatiable lust in me, a primal hunger. To bite, to claw, to devour my emotions whole. Blood is what it wants. Clamp down and break the skin, lose yourself in a crimson fury. I keep the beast at bay, but like a great flood against a crumbling wall I will break. And when that insatiable lust, that primal hunger overtakes me, it will get what it wants.
Leave me your brain spasms!
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