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The Wizard of the Forest :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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As the stars lurk within :iconjomoku:Jomoku 4 0
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Winds and the Divine :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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Fountains lost within red rose :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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Stranger in a Land :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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Take Sight and Sound the Mind :iconjomoku:Jomoku 1 1
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She is Dominion :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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To Wander and Embrace omen :iconjomoku:Jomoku 2 1
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Ancestors And Sunken Stones. :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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In the golden grass beneath :iconjomoku:Jomoku 2 0
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For Love of the Dark :iconjomoku:Jomoku 0 0
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Some Forgotten Song :iconjomoku:Jomoku 3 0
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In The Lake Of Despair :iconjomoku:Jomoku 4 0
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Things I Shouldn't Say :iconjomoku:Jomoku 4 0
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Its Just a Dance :iconjomoku:Jomoku 2 0
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Literature
read when you feel drained
There will be days
when your thoughts overflow,
teeming
like hot tea
in the kettle of your mind
and you may feel
steeped like a tea bag,
as everyone extracts
what you have to offer,
and you're  s l o w l y  becoming drained
but just remember
when you're put in hot water:
you have the strength to change it into something greater.
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Dark Romantic
He looks out to the stars
And he thinks of your eyes
How, even in the darkest nights
They glisten so brightly and beautifully
He stands at the edge of the tide
And he misses the passion
That he can only know
Just by being near you
He does not ride a steed of snow white
And he will not compose a sonnet
Never will he stand at your door
Carrying a box of chocolates and roses
Your love is like the blood in his veins
The only thing keeping him alive
And every night you sleep alone
He dies a painful death
He will tear down the gates of hell
And rip the devil apart
Face the wrath of all Gods and deities
Just to wipe away your tears
And if your heart was broken
He would pull out his own
And offer it to you freely
So you may live on
His words are of macabre
But his soul is only of love for you
He is your strong-in-heart poet
Your loving dark romantic
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The sky rolls with thunder under a cloud of ice below..
Hawks and sparrows dart and shriek into the trees rattling
them to the deep web embedded roots.

The winds are howling , groaning agony
stretched on the heavens held to gray.
The wilds are steeping with a melody
of chaos and catastrophe..

In the forest the bear rests in
its den, and the cubs curl aside..
There is no terror here..

The wolves stretch out and catch
the darting deer, with vicious razor
teeth and claw, dug deep into
the tender veins and arteries..

So the wind climbed onward towards the distant valley..
The last glimpse of the moon is held to a great
cry as the wolves catch their prey...
Howling together , they sing a melody
of death, love and dark struggles..

Owls lie in their tree nests, as the trees begin to
tear into the wind...
needles sprawling out ..
Temperatures reach to ice chill..

The glaciers freeze and the sheen of the dark green ice..
shatters the sky with a blue and white light.

Gathering on a mountain high, there
are men there...
They wear robes of grey and catch their hands upon
wooden staffs...
They hold their eyes to the storm, and
yell in a tongue too undiscernable ...
too ... wordless... and worldless.

Hands begin the carry the crystals up and towards
the forest below..
The four robed men reach out with salt and earth in their
hands... digging their nails in the ground..
raking their hands and nails raw and tearing
their skin till the bone..

Still they lie chanting...
reaching towards the heavens...
Clouds begin to rush past them and all
their hair begins to flowing into the wind..
Long strands of white silver, and
charcoal black..

One man, in a robe filled with white flakes of snow..
reaches to the ground bending low...
The other men struck down by lighting tree and
hail from the sky...
This man left his bones are aching his knees
split..
He holds the iron wrought staff up and into
the soft earth below him..

And as his face begins to reach into
his chest...
His eyes glow white...
And his hands hold steady..
His steady gaze lifted from ground to heaven..
and heaven to ground..

And then....
A fierce burst of light shatters into the sky...
Light coupled with gold ,with silver, even with pearl and emerald..
All these colors ripping into atmosphere.

The robed figure takes out a rock, no bigger than the palm of his hand..
on it some distant lettering barely visible... less to be explained...
Stepping down onto the ground... he puts his hand
to the earth... again....

He shouts now, into a gorge of pain...
His nails split and break into his eyes...
Skin rippling apart and spreading the spray of blood deep into
his now hollow bones...
yet he still holds to his shout..

And the sky... It turns into beautiful illustrious magnificent...
stars... The cosmos reach into this world and
deliver shimmering soft pale light...
As the moon comes forth...
the forest grows still..

The animals come out with hunger, with worry ,and
stand together ready for a new dawn.

Yet the man still kneels... iron crystal studded staff..
in both his hands as he stands awake...
His eyes pale blue, gray with a shimmer of snow white...
Body torn of flesh, he is a wretched terror for the sights..
Walking with a steady gaze... piercing with his robes...
The robe now turns to an obsidian black...
Jaw and forehead disgorged of tender skin...
Now his robes hide his skeletal form...

The sky rumbles with the storms to come...
And he , the black robed man...
steps into the shrouded forest path..
Chanting in a language nobody could speak...
nobody could tell..
Now he walks...
And speaks to trees...
with animals...
He sits...
Healing the heart of the forest woods..

Narrow gaze and a shimmer of silver ...
You may see him in half light...
This man who stopped the terrible storm...
Treads with hands firm...
with eyes of pure diamond form...
Flesh torn from his lips...

Among the earth..
though his body torn...
The words of death..
will shred no more..
Alone in no darkness, you
may perchance hear his voice..
As you lie dying...
.....
losing breath...
You may see his face..
void of mortality..
Taking...
those who die...
to the fates..

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I am reaching..
in a far distance..
I wish for relief..
the dark malice..
this malcontent..
These dark vauge meanings..
boring into my soul..
Would that i might divulge the cure..
for this deepening deranged melancholy...
These shadows... encompassing...
A frail embrace... cold
... distant as the moon..
I stare upon the lake of my dreams..
Stiring the waters delicately...
soundly... sleeping just enough
then and again... as my hands swing
lightly in the water...
the depths look unsound..
Turbulent fringe of vibration...
My ears are bleeding...
Ripping my arms from the waters...
My body goes rigid and cold..
stuck to the brush beside me...
As I lie there...
in the cold mountains...
in a lake of my own making..
I realize that i am dying...
a true death...
I lay gazing wantingly for the stars..
To travel far from this place...
Somewhere or nowhere...
My soul knows this...
I will go to where i belong...
In this distance I will wake..
And seamlessly cross the otherside..
the under earth..
the blurred white surface of a lake..
frozen and Scourging with fires..
The stars reach down to me...
flashing there luminescence boldy..
I can do nothing but reach for them.
....I fall into the lake with choking
dastardly breath.

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FLowers Blossom in spring..
green leaves.. circle
a dying flame.
the ground covered
in grained darkness..
lingering....echoes..
reaching out in rivers of
red mists..
One skull..
perched upon a narrow path...
comes a man from ancient forest..
Lost in the mist and the rocks
beneath...
the chasm shakes..
The furnaces alight ..
Broken in two the under earth..
The dead wakefullness...
covering moss and the foraging bear.
Ravens come...
Crossing the heavens
with warm serving wings..
Dropping down they see his lingering
gaunt form walking onward.
winged eagles resting in high nests... stare off...
claw and embers aligned beneath..
Green leaves and blossoms...
orange and deep burgandy...
Then the woods start to groan...
rising above the trees...
There are clear voices...
Not evil... but divine..
No voice... No reckoning..
The winds call out and
rip into the frigid cosmos.Roots
of these great sentinels appear pale relfect gray bark...
Deeper and deeper...
as time corrupts and corrodes...
Silent...
Golden light..
comes the morning...
dark and ethreal
then light and star...
spiral back into the heavens
on a lake of frozen ice.
As a man on a narrow road lifts
his eyes... dead but alive.

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A fountain..
its outlined in gold facets..
facing outwards with
light that shooting downwards..
these lights are catastrophic
and beautiful.
They are a balance,
another time mixed with the same
place,...
the ether world.
in an abundance of radiant
erratic lights..
The dark and the light,
they travel and split but merge
together into this fountain..
to lie on a stone it drizzles down.....
A mirage, in an ideal
sand written spiral...
saving the glimpses
of color, the esscense of
life caught in a cloud
of sunburst.
And as the night turns to a
day... it would be hard to
imagine... this aged
fountain.. lies in the
deepest of locked time.
Ticking onward...
into a translucent
spiral of unfathomable
circumstance.

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My hands..
slipping... left diving
towards an edge of a blade..
Its fallen to the earth..
sunken in the bloodsoaked
soils..
Tragedy...
chaos...
fallen rains..
keep coming and swirling around
every sword edge...
Courage is draining from
my forhead...
Hours have been days..
The deepest of my worries
stretched out like a corpse
of a friend..
Ive left a stranger in my
body...
boiling for rage..
and carnage...
In my arms ive held those
that died ...
loved or unloved..
with arms tucked in my eyes.
shut out from this image..
the black backlash of a sword
hits my side..
Quickening to the ground...
Ive looked into the sky..
partial clouds to an eerie moonlight.
dragged...
to the end of a foreign river...
Drifting to a distant lake..
Just to the moon,
and its pale reflection..
Like home.

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MarkTurtoo Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2017  Professional Photographer
Thank you for adding me to your watch, I hope to deliver more of what you liked in my future creations. :bow:
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Agent36496 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2017   Writer
You must be a good poet ^^ I'll watch you :3
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vvlpes Featured By Owner May 26, 2017  Student Writer
Hi, jomoko! Just wanted to drop in and be the first to welcome you to the group :iconpoetryforall:!
If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to either note me or one of the other admin. We will always get back to you as soon as possible. :aww:
I look forward to reading some of your work and seeing you around the group!

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Shining-Scribe Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there! Thank you very much for choosing to join :iconunseen-writers:. Feel free to submit your written works to our gallery and help yourself to sampling the works of other writers our gallery has to offer. A writing prompt, our theme of the week, is produced every Monday to help provide creative inspiration. I hope we'll be able to help you grow as a writer. Heart
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elohcin111 Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Welcome to :iconwriters4life::hug: If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask myself or refer to the group page.
One thing I like to say to new members (in case they didn't read the new member info on our page) is that all submissions sent to us throughout the week will be sent out on Mondays and Thursdays -so if you submit some work and it isn't sent out right away, no worries it will be. Other than than that enjoy being in the group and happy reading and writing.


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sayuri686 Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Welcome to the TheWritersMeow!

Be sure to check out our blog for prompts, opportunities to be featured, and upcoming events! If you have any questions, feel free to note the group. :) (Smile) 
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Kizin-of-kaplumba Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the fave of my piece "Ode to the artist" I'm still so amazed that I got a DD and all the support is incredible. Thank you. :hug: 
And wow, your writing is brilliant, very well done. 
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Jomoku Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the compliment. sorry to get back so late. life gets surprisingly busy and chaotic. Ode to the artist was very well written. Loved it. :)
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Jomoku Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:) <3
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