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13 g o b l e t s

13 drops into The Goblets each
Awaiting greedy jaws & claws
13 Shadows possessing all who drink
The whirlpool drawing you in
Mind is swimming in The Devil's brine
Lift high The Chalice, drink deeply of The Wine
Infernal Bliss enrapturing, encircling
Devils embracing, enlacing, churning
Lost in The Potion, spinning down
The names & keys are revealed
The faces of the Thirteen...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Found 

13 m i r r o r s

13 Mirrors in the dark
Single candle flame
Flickering shadows come alive
Cold touch upon your flesh
Gazing at reflections deep into your mind
One by one, the masks come forth
Melting into one, the reflection resonance
From the corners of your eyes...

Etch the symbol on the glass with The sinister Horns
The portal opens wide
Pouring forth from the frame
They have been called from beyond
The Grave or The Gates of Hell
Necromancy, Demonology
By The Books, burning words upon the page...

Tapping on the glass, scratching at the window
The feeling of dread
The Presence arrives
They are here, they are here!

13 Mirrors in each room
13 Mirrors reflect doom
13 eyes to watch you
Passing through the pane
Will you join them on the other side...? 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are 13 mirrors within each of the 13 rooms in Blackthorne Manor. Each serve as a veritable Portalways for either Demonic summoning, necromantic communication, or clairevoyant devices for Witchcraft. Inscribing The Pentagram thereupon the glass itself activates these for these purposes, which can then operate as a two-way communication oracle as well as pathway.

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13 r o o m s

Beneath the 13th Moon...
13th Moon
13 rooms, 13 graves, 13 ghosts, 13 mirrors, 13 spiders on the wall
13 Goblets, 13 tables, 13 shadows arise
The Séance brought them nigh, on that 13th night
13 Windows of infernal light
Passing through your eyes, into the soul, becoming one
The spiderwebs tell the story
13 Dimensions, reflections of another timeless now

13 clocks, 13 chimes, one for each room
Summoning Them forth
13 Demons unleashed on the 13th ring
Echoing through The House
13 drops of blood
13 signs, Black Dragon rise
Show Thy face, Mighty One!
Through the portal's way! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The entire House and the shadowy occupants have become a veritable lightning rod for demonic activity, and the mathemagics of 13 resplendant throughout, attracts dark energies and opens portals to Hell.

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V for Vendetta

the letter V for Vendetta

or number five of November

or perhaps it is both

shall we call for a vote

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem was inspired watching a movie on Netflix called V for Vendetta...

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Being Real

Don't ever be ashamed of being real

this is the deal here's how I feel

don't let a flake who'd rather be fake

think they can tell you what it takes

just be true to you

that's all you should do

just live your life how you see fit

don't let anyone mess with it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just skimmed over something talking about people being shamed for having gray hair and I commented 

 

Why should anybody be ashamed of being real? The fake ones out there...they should be ashamed of being fake...fake flakes...ha ha

The Endless Cycle...

The Endless Cycle

© 2017 SachikoMochiko

 

 

Every mistake, loss, failure or breakdown…it’s your choice whether or not to suffer from it.

 

 

“I am a human. Just like you and me. I’m young, 13 years of age, but I already feel old. I have learnt that, whatever situation you are in now, it’s temporary. So, enjoy or endure it to the fullest!

 

Whether is another human, your passion or yourself, you fall for it.  This poem I wrote is inspired by both my life and my fellow friends who write with me, sharing their stories. There are many different ways to view this poem. I spent many hours choosing how to structure this and the word choice. I wanted to share this to people who can relate and inspire other writers.”

 

 

 

 

I’m absolutely sick of falling

 

Falling in love and making the same mistake

 

Eaten by jealousy

 

Thinking that it would work 

 

Even when that person who I sought, 

 

Catches another

 

Thinking that they want you

 

Even if the kindness expressed is just…

 

Them.

 

 

Whenever I fall,

 

And no one sought me

 

I fall into a deep, cold abyss

 

Isolating both heart and body

 

From this rotting world

 

Suffocating me and myself

 

From thinking that I will fall again

 

 

But again, I find peace at the bottom…

 

Sitting just above the bedrock of grief 

 

Where your screams of heart break 

 

Is muted by the sea of tears

 

 

 

But I hunger to fall 

 

To seek for another cradle of arms

 

 

After craving for so long

 

I trick myself

 

That my heart has moved on

 

To someone for me

 

But deep, deep down…

 

I know it is just a mask

 

A mask to cover the disheartening pain

 

And to keep me sane

 

As I walk amongst the beings

 

 

 

It’s an endless cycle…

 

 

 

A cycle that is deemed to run my world

 

My kingdom,

 

My psyche,

 

My crust,

 

Like a wheel with a tempting needle 

 

Waiting to cast me to sleep

 

As it wheels me away to again start the cycle

 

 

 

Even if my consciousness is aware 

 

I shrug it off thinking I’m happily a rolling pebble

 

rolling pebble that has been dropped

 

Dropped into a saltwater sea of fish

 

Where plenty of fish swim to escape

 

Escape the rotting world above

 

 

 

I’m a pebble after all

 

I was meant to sink to the bottom

 

Or be split in half by the fish

 

 

But as the hundreds and thousands of centuries

 

Wear me down

 

My calloused, guarded heart cracks open

 

As the pressure of the rotting earth

 

I. Become. The. Diamond.

 

It was not long after,

 

I was extracted from the bedrock of grief

 

HEATED…

 

POLISHED…

 

Until the skin of this pebble

 

Peels like those onion that brought tears to my eyes

 

 

Someone has found the brightest part of me

 

Someone has found my beauty

 

Someone has also fallen…like me

 

In a mere emotion with two sides

Love

&

Hate

 

 

Well, congratulations that someone

 

Because you have found a rare one

 

Only one here on this earth

 

My mere gratitude cannot express…

 

Express how undeniably grateful I am

 

===

The two of us creates another;

 

“I’m absolutely sick of falling”,

 

she said…

 

 

 

-SachikoMochiko

Author's Notes/Comments: 

STILL not quiet finished hehe

Just added a little abstract :) and fixed some grammatical mistakes...

Oh, I also strongly encourage you to share this poem if you enjoyed it!

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"Her Glacier"

“Her Glacier” 

 

Laying down on the shattered glass

I breathe in the shards

Letting the seeping blood drip

 

DRIP...DROP…

 

The ripples resonate and echo,

On the disheartened, crying ice

Eyes… dropping… crystals

Covered my saddened heart

Who, I scream a silent, dry scream,

as if I am in space, underwater

 

To my weeping eyes, “I am sorry for the wasted tears.”

I whisper to the silence, with my vivid vision

The vivid vision blurred by the saltwater tears

Can only see the back of the person I loved

FADE…into the mist of tears

 

The ice that weeps with me, from my ripped feet,

Shatters as I am taken to the abyss…

The very abyss of my own heart

 

I, slowly taken down, down…as I struggle against,

Against the deathly, cold water

As the rose thorns grasp my feet…they take me

To pitch-dark black,

Further…deeper…deeper

To the prison I made myself

 

Here at the ocean floor,

The place that is made out of my own tears

I wait…where the ashes remain

As I hope the pressure of the seven seas

Of my own heart, turns me into diamonds

 

The other part of me, who lives much above me

Where the snow punches your ragged skin,

In the heart of the land of fire and ice,

Awaits, in the concave of a glacier…

 

Aimlessly around the blue glass tsunami,

Breathing in the untainted, crisp cool air

Eyes floating aimlessly

Eyes twinkling endlessly

 

This slow walking giant, taking centuries for each step

Covers the land with its azure ice like a blanket

Treading on the works of any weathering

Glitters with streaks of endless blue…

 

 

O’ the beauty of the blue streaks!

Each a different shade,

Describes the indescribable

His exquisite beauty,

 

Walls as waves and ripples

Of water that has been frozen in time

Forms those very streaks!

Sapphire, Tiffany, Sky, Zaffre, Royal, Navy, Azure and Midnight blue

In bliss…all dancing merrily in this very cave

…an ultimate Eternal Dance

 

She, white light, origin of the viva Earth

Smiles through His crystal

Giving colour and light to His life

Givin’ His form…the Blue Crystal Tsunami.

 

Romance, like lovers, waltzing

even if one of them…will not make it ‘till the end

even if one of them…is slowly killing the other

She, who gives beauty to the giant

I, who lives way below them,

cannot compete…

 

A warm-blooded creature of the land…

It, who decides to wander inside…

runs Its hands on the mosaic of blue

To It, the ice seems to glide

As the twinkling light of the crystal cave winks…

Picturing the two together…

 

Below the glacier " inside the very cave- lays a beach

Crystal…His…Tears

O’ the beach of his tears…when he weeps with me

Slowly melting away

 

Either way,

His blue is much apart from mine,

Sleeplessly, I lay down on the shattered glass

Endlessly, breathing in the stabbing shards

As I accept my fate…way below Him

 

Him.” “Blue Glass Tsunami” = Vatnajökull glacier cave, Iceland

The Land of Fire and Ice” = Iceland. Iceland is known to have volcanoes next to glaciers.

White light, Origin of the viva Earth” “She” = Sun

Beach of his tears” = A ‘beach’ located in the cave itself. The sand is made out of ‘crystal’.

A warm-blooded creature of the land” = A person. Human

Pictures them together” = Takes a picture of the cave with a camera

Even if one of them…is slowly killing the other” = The sun is melting the ice

I” = A landform that sunk to the bottom of the sea, just below the cave. (i.e. ‘the third wheel’)

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         “…and here I wait. For her glacier. Who I knew will never come”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Normally I'm all about the sensory imagery and using a wide vocabulary, and I know that poetry tends to be much more elaborate than prose, but I feel like the emotions and symbolism you are trying to convey are being lost behind all the extra words you're squeezing in. A lot of the words you've chosen come across as either redundant or misplaced, and that gets a little distracting for your reader(s). As you keep working on this piece, consider whether some of your word choices could be pared back, simplified, or eliminated all together. That will help emphasize the meanings you are trying to express.
Also take some time to consider the purpose of your punctuation. I know that ellipses seem like a nice, dramatic way to emphasize specific phrases and images, but overusing them in this way makes the reader feel like they're constantly trying to catch their breath. Which, hey, could be the very point! Just a thought I had." - C.J. Holmes

A Love Poem

Silver trees on emerald fields

and golden leaves fall where'er they will

A cerulean blue, white-clouded sky

my love (my love, my love) and I

 

Rose-pink dawn and breathless kisses

Tenderest of embraces, warmest of wishes

Lavendar blossoms and the song of the wind

and I myself with my dearest friend

 

Velvet-black nights and diamond stars

Dawn's own Venus and red-glowing Mars

And all the bright eyes of heaven in between

Watching (with envy) my love and me

 

Cascades of golden light on the ev'ning hours

Falling between pine trees, grasses, flowers,

A radiant beam pierching soft cumulus clouds,

And o'er Heaven's fair meadows, there comes thou

 

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Elusive

Folder: 
Love

Elusive

 

Like water flowing through our fingers,

When we try to grab it with our hands.

Like an escaped dream aimlessly floating,

When we try to catch it with our minds,

Like two flames dancing to dodge capture,

When we dare to risk to steal their light.

Like a lonely sunburst still keeps on travelling,

When we cannot see it in the night.

 

Let frost create ice from the water,

A dream asleep be reconsidered.

Let flames be tamed by our desire,

A sunburst missing us be mirrored.

As long as we cling to each other,

Then what we have will be conclusive.

In solid form it will come to us,

Our love will never be elusive.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

@2017, J.J., The Netherlands

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