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My Nocturnal Visitor

by ~Kane-Blackthorn, Jan 6, 2013, 4:28:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Urban & Spoken Word

My Nocturnal Visitor

Written by John Swartz

A Dark scorn ripples down the translucent meadow,

Rolling up and over itself again and again,

Senseless blathering buffoons watch on,

Mocking me, always do they mock my judgement,

Whilst eating crumpets or drinking cups of tea,

They exist to be more like parasites then useful opinion.

I often ponder the relationship between greatness and average,

My thoughts can shift and morph like an insane man's dream,

My dreams come in the form of Dumas an excitable chap,

He brought me Justice and Revenge, True love and destiny;

I become an automaton that scans bar-codes of chocolate,

To the rhythm of boredom that makes me so ashamed.

A shadow spreads down me with a thieving cry,

It's blacken hands uncaring and cold freezing me up,

it leaves a taste of tar and nicotine though I never smoked,

The raw after taste feels like it's discouraging me,

Lining me up that blood splatter wall to finish me in a blow,

Pooling and pooling of blood on the floor - cats used to clean me up.

Oh! How my dark passenger rides me so,

it's harsh black cane whipping at my flanks,

The desire to curl up on myself is there always,

Lingering in the backgrounds laughing diabolically,

Till that swishing slash from my rider beckons me;

I feel like cattle just splurging my dignity for others benefits.

Blacken my heart and close my eyes,

Just draw that blade and end me now,

I can hear no song about dreaming,

Take me now for I have no pressing engagement,

Come nocturnal visitor take me now.

I'm ready to die.

Check this area out for new updated Poetry if your new to my page or whatever,
I tend to update this once I have written something so enjoy

Nacht Winter-Haare

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Just thought I'd show off some of my drawings and some support by

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because she's better with PSE...I'm terrible...

The Wind's Gramophone Romance

by ~Kane-Blackthorn, Aug 27, 2011, 1:02:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Urban & Spoken Word

The Wind's Gramophone Romance
Written by John Swartz.

Deep within our passion love,
We often forget who we really are,
Our hearts twisted deeply together,
Drawing us closer over time.

The light that once came through,
Filtering through the golden leaves,
Have now turned blood red,
Like an wound to those old maples.

The old trees talons expanded outwards,
Their fingers ripping into our soft flesh,
Diving into our darkest secrets within ourselves,
Embedding their greedy fingers into our chest,
Killing us from within ourselves.

Our passion filled minds change,
Our screams becoming the music,
Till the branches silence our cries,
We moan as we hang dying.

But then we stop,
The trees pause,
And the world is in awe,
For there is nothing but…
Silence.

"Did I let you down? No,
Did I give you up? No."

The music comes from the wind,
Like a old gramophone jumpy and old,
Your aged and experienced fingers go forth,
With caring fingers surgically freeing us,
To allow us to continue to fall downwards.

But then everything stops,
Life begins to fade,
When I realised you went away,
No, you were never there,
You were gone.

"But it feels wrong, yeah.
When I'm strong alone, yeah."

But as the first snowflakes fall downward,
Covering the remains of the autumn gone,
I realise I was alone all along while I fell,
The cold burns at my torn flesh - tearing it,
As my blood turns the snow crimson; it fades.

This realisation of the dream is gone,
My entrapment in the season has left,
Taken my love for you as well,
My wounds will heal but I wont forget,
The gramophone wind will always remind me.

"When I'm strong alone."

Well, I got a featured membership from Ruby Blackthorn so I guess I'd place my favourite piece here. I will still put my updates on the section above but this is still my favourite piece and needs attention.

Unsure I Stand Alone

by ~Kane-Blackthorn, May 18, 2011, 12:41:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Urban & Spoken Word

Unsure I Stand Alone
Written by John Swartz

I feel lost within a storm of sand and glass,
The wind whirling around me – blinding me, confusing me,
I am unsure if I can compare my life when I think of her,
This storm a burden, a reminder that I am false,
A small glass soldier broken apart from the wind.

Unsure I stand here alone…
             Complications from life and she dies…
              A fragmented memory that often lies…
                                     She will never experience the precious moments…
                                                   Her true love forgotten erased by the wind…

I am unable to succumb to this willowing darkness,
This enviable void that comes with the passing of grief,
I still linger on the hinges of the darkness lost and alone,
I am confused by all this cancerous grief – I wish for it to be gone.

I choke on anger…
    I die to the sorrow…
        I am failing in the light…
              The darkness still lingering there…
                      I weep over the crippling madness…

Right now I am unsure about my fate,
Would she remember me on that coming date?
Would I be allowed to hold her tiny, dead hand?
Or has she forgotten about me but lingering hatred there?

I am unsure if she will let me say goodbye…
For right now I just wish I could have died…
Unsure I stand here alone – broken and gone…
Lost in the void of unknown curses…
Would you ever forgive me?

This is a new feature I'm going to use to show off my favourite pieces of all time. Please if you like it please ask for more thank you.

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My Nocturnal VisitorMy Nocturnal Visitor
Written by John Swartz
A Dark scorn ripples down the translucent meadow,
Rolling up and over itself again and again,
Senseless blathering buffoons watch on,
Mocking me, always do they mock my judgement,
Whilst eating crumpets or drinking cups of tea,
They exist to be more like parasites then useful opinion.
I often ponder the relationship between greatness and average,
My thoughts can shift and morph like an insane man's dream,
My dreams come in the form of Dumas an excitable chap,
He brought me Justice and Revenge, True love and destiny;
I become an automaton that scans bar-codes of chocolate,
To the rhythm of boredom that makes me so ashamed.
A shadow spreads down me with a thieving cry,
It's blacken hands uncaring and cold freezing me up,
it leaves a taste of tar and nicotine though I never smoked,
The raw after taste feels like it's discouraging me,
Lining me up that blood splatter wall to finish me in a blMy Nocturnal Visitor by ~Kane-Blackthorn

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Then and Again it ComesThen and Again it Comes
Written by John Swartz

Like old hooves of shire horses,
That echo through the night-time,
Rapid and powerfully you break the quiet,
On your tale of important,
Fast like the Wind you come;
And in your shadow your love is less,
A more and distant coldness for me.

Through the old woods that hold mystery,
Chased done by pale riders,
Creatures that are not like men,
Their shadow bodies that once were whole - are not,
Casted away through the centuries;
Empty shells but with malicious contempt,
We are not so uncommon those pale riders,
Neglect has become us and vengeance is ours to take.

Hollow trees that whisper tales to Then and Again it Comes by ~Kane-Blackthorn

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The Sonnet of the Autumn CourtThe Sonnet of the Autumn Court
Written by John Swartz

In the dawn we come after a long wait,
Our bones stiff and sore from waiting,
As summers last mists cover the ground,
Its heat haze slowly fade we march to war,
Our war drums beat a rhythm;
Day-ah-ae-ah-ae,
We step in time our kin in arms.
As September fades and comes to past,
We remember our brothers as they step down,
Their long march back to their halls of mead and wine,
We watch their slumber come as we step towards the hall,
Mar a dtosaíonn na duilleoga ag titim muid múscail.
We fear not for ourselves because this is our time,
No mortal man, or Immortal women shall strike us down,
Our leaves are golden, our leaves are blood red,
You can see our warning as we come to our hall,
Our banners warning that something wicked this way comes,
Is é ár armúr cnámh, is iad ár claimhte amach fola,
ní mór dúinn troid a mheabhrúThe Sonnet of the Autumn Court by ~Kane-Blackthorn

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A Bleak Moment that Lingers HereA Bleak Moment that Lingers Here
Written by John Swartz

Tides and seasons go by like a knife edge,
Quick and unnoticed they pierce me,
Slipping into me quickly obliterating me,
Silence, Motion and uncontrollable fear;
You linger upon me like a word - Forbidden.

Fairytale stories and dreamlands go past,
Quickly they flitter by me without realisation,
going over my masked face - like a whisper,
That emotion is the storm before the calm;
It lingers there like a ghost but there is a word - Loves.

Dawn and Midnight strolls take place,
Sprinting races in an Olympic trail I charge on,
The bouncing and rolling I follow through,
The bloA Bleak Moment that Lingers Here by ~Kane-Blackthorn

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I have returned

by ~Kane-Blackthorn, Apr 3, 2012, 7:03:29 AM
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After taking some time away from here I decided to make a grande return bring a new life into my poetry and stories. I am going to be removing a poem from the Saga of little Red and rewriting it because it just wasn't popular enough....

Anyway, donations are acceptable otherwise feel free to drop me a line with a request or suggestion.

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Reading: The Count of Monte Cresto
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Eating: Chocolate
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~Kane-Blackthorn

Metrophobia - the fear of poetry
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Howdy Viewers,
On DA I tend to favourite alot of stuff ranging from literature, drawings and photographs. I love reading and writing but mostly cooking, I love food, in more ways than one. I have no real targets about my life except to be happy and meet new people. OH ALSO I larp, i know it sad but still at least i had to courage to admit it!!!
Also all the work i submit is all my own, i like to write, and every now and then it might have a weird name to it but it is mine.

Current Residence: Southampton United Kingdom
Favourite genre of music: Powermetal, German industral.
Favourite style of art: Writing, Poetry, Western Comic
MP3 player of choice: Any that works better than mine.
Favourite cartoon character: Sanji
Personal Quote: "To go foward in life is a dream that we strive for, grabbing and holding onto it like a teddy bear in youthful years. We hold these moments, these soft quiet, violent dreams like a gentle kiss from a lover or a hand guiding us in the worst of moments when everything seems bleak and we might be faulted. But take a breath, raise your shield and step forward with your brothers and sisters, life is long and harsh but in vital moments you are not alone but merely have to look to your left or right because we are there for you."

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*Ruby-Blackthorn Jan 12, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank you for the fav sweetheart. Love you

~Kane-Blackthorn Jan 12, 2013 Student Writer

Love you too little Cupcake.

*Ruby-Blackthorn Jan 13, 2013 Student Photographer

Im not a cupcake ;-; I regret saying that infront of you. Meanie. Love you though <3

~Mercury-the-Queen Dec 17, 2012

Happy Birthday, John! I hope you have a fabulous day.

~Kane-Blackthorn Dec 18, 2012 Student Writer

Why thank you Mercy, it was a good day, no presents but enough to have a good day with.

~Mercury-the-Queen Dec 19, 2012

Well, I'm glad that it was at least a pleasant day. I'd have written you a poem, but my poetic soul has been killed for now. I'm sorry.

~Kane-Blackthorn Dec 21, 2012 Student Writer

That's alright, Mercy.
I have not had much heart to write, sorrow and tiredness has consumed my words and lyrics but fear not my friend it shall return like the phoenix. Someday we must talk over skype or something..

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