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POTW - I wrote this across - by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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POTW - I wrote this across -

In China, sand is parchment and that night my hand was a quill you wrote "I love you" with my finger, and baby...that kills. Don't take this the wrong way I know that isn't what you meant. This is to inform you, that after all you taught me, I couldn't learn to forget. And after all you gave me I still feel the loss when you waved goodbye to me did you know how much it cost? I'm a dog who's master's left, but still wears the chain and though you never claimed me I still feel the pain. Now the parchments burning and the lilies fade, and behind the curtain of waves two characters remain: 忘記 But rest assured t

POTW - May Street by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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POTW - May Street

Gnarled branches cut the sky; Banksia against blue, Tossing leaves like confetti Onto neat streets with houses That people call home. Gray cat sidles Round the corner – Brick, fur, whiskers. While placidly, the world-weary wind Meanders through green gardens Well-kept, sun swept, And dilly-dallies down driveways Gritty and brown. Upon the sun-speckled lawn, Cat does cat things - Cleaning, basking, stretching, Hunting. The chirrup of a bird, Loud and clear; It hops onto mown grass, Cold soil, and, underneath, worms. Smokey pounces.

Drabble Contest by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Drabble Contest

Entry 1 "Here's looking at you, kid." A phrase he couldn't hear anymore. Often enough had he seen the heartbroken man toast to the woman he once loved in another lifetime. No more could he tolerate hearing that depressing song played by the token black pianoman. Why had he let himself be talked into participating in such an endeavor. Yeah, he lost the bet. But twenty-four hours of Casablanca is just too much. And there's only one way to get rid of it. "Where are you going? We still have five hours to go." "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Entry 2 Mickey Mouse Black tape gives the illusion of depth Hidden soul construction set blue

Prose Of The Week- Lullaby by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Prose Of The Week- Lullaby

As a mother sings a lullaby to her child, I precariously sat awaiting for my time of sleep at the window. Her gentle but rasp voice rebounded throught the night and into my hearing. I touched the glass before me and realised sleep was unachievable tonight, maybe another night. An uninterrupted existence might be desired by some but I yearned for the time I could slip away from this all. Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds had no definition except for the pre-made concept that seemed uncomprehensible to me. Fathomless embodies my once fearful but now desperate breaths. That quasi sweet voice rang quite shrilly into my effete shel

Competiton: The Ocean by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Competiton: The Ocean

1. The Water by SxyBaby4eva96 (https://www.deviantart.com/sxybaby4eva96) The water it speaks to me To the ocean I go I speak to it It listens to me It knows my every move It knows my every thought The ocean soothes me It calms me When I go to the ocean I see myself I tell it all of my secrets I know it well I walk by Notice the cool breeze It flows through my hair and into my soul I feel alive The feeling is like nothing I have ever felt As I gaze into the cool water I see the ripples and a vision It's like nothing I have ever seen The water clears I see myself in the water I run my hands through the water slowly Letting the cool water going though my finge

POTW- Heaven is like by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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POTW- Heaven is like

You are like a bruise- You are hidden away so carefully until I look much closer. I pretend that you're gone but in reality. You are still there. You are like the fading sunset- You give away to the darkness every coming night But each day you come shining back into the mind and sight. So whenever I seem to close my eyes so tightly, You are the one and only I see behind dark lashes. You are the haze in my mind- You keep wrapping me up in the dark glimmers of something I wished for. Then while away you wrap yourself around the rusty gears. And only to get caught in my dusty corners. You said I didn't have a heart- So I to

POTW- violation by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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POTW- violation

Surrounded. The figure of a maiden young, slender, slim- Discoloured. And yet, she sees what she loves, But does not always love what she sees. She's been battered and shattered contorted distorted misused confused subdued have You no clue? The piercings of those shards upon her broken skin Has erupted the fear that has been lurking within While his subtle whisper and her sheepish grin Remains the recipe for the bittersweet sin. Stripped away from innocence, Driven to insanity, Molested into fantasy, Banned from reality. You've torn her body into scattered pieces that creep silently onto the floor. And the mosaic of the sulle

Collab- Immovable Walls by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Collab- Immovable Walls

I sit locked in this claustrophobic place, towering barriers overlook my face Shadows cast along the walls, I cannot escape my home-made ghouls These ever present tormentors, trapped within these walls, will not let me rest. I knock politely, but nothing moves. I try again with all my might but nothing budges. I call out names, scream out words, but they lose themselves in the deepening blackness. The blackness close in choking the breath from my lungs, the words from my lips. Force the hole in my face to create unregularly used shapes to form sounds of the forgotten world. But they don't know, How much safer it is within the

POTW- Jason and the Argonauts by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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POTW- Jason and the Argonauts

Creaking, cracking, sailing, sighing. Navigate the stars, away I go, away from the lands and the flowers. I sail with the waves, calling , beckoning me onwards. Salt dries on my face, relentless I sail onwards. the waves draw me to deadly knifing rocks, I grasp the helm for dear life. Laying in wait, are the sirens. Deadly, beautiful. Beckoning me close, closer to the affections they offer, preying on desires of men. They lure you to doom, singing sweet melodies and they seem so true. I must gather all my strength to fight their deadly invitation. I battle the storms, and my own darkness. The beckoning sirens gro

The Ocean collab by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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The Ocean collab

She covers our world, vast and endless, Giver and taker of life The deep blue- but on the inside black and cold Harbours life yet, vibrant and bold to claim what she wishes wouthout a second thought Her vast depths, revealing her secrets But for her love you pay a price Oblivious, ships stride her surface Tall masts, towering over a realm of shadows carrying our dreams within their fragile shells, To the deep blackness of the abyss. Galleons sail atop the waves and dreams of mine sink below thunderous crashing; sensation fades into her depths; murky, yet shallow. It is the Oceans glee, when galleys are mistook for gallows. S

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Fallen Leaves- Ic-Lufie-Pe by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves- Ic-Lufie-Pe

Fallen leafs The thing I know bout fallen leafs Is that one day they fall and so must leave In one leaf I trust'd my heart And then it fell and so did part I trusted all my dreams to one So foolish I and so they're gone Leafs so fragile that when they fall They risk there whole there life there all This leaf had dropped as harsh winds blew But so it must as all leafs do Resurrect can we this leaf? Or will it go and my dreams keep For I know that even know With dreams in tow and misshaped brow I will trust my all and dream with windswept, Broken fallen leafs

Fallen Leaves-Nemo Outis by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves-Nemo Outis

The Fallen Leaves Of My Lady-Nemo Outis Love is a garden, we each form its detail, my love was a tree of resplendent beauty, whos glory should have never failed. With her auburn crown, swaying in the autumn wind, she tied strong roots in my heart, and grasping to her slender limbs she hoisted me into the air. Seated upon her curved shoulder, I memorized that regal face, commiting each line of perfection, admiring the sparkle in her hair. She alone remained so faire, long after her sisters pride had spilt to the ground, it crunching beneath my feet in a sea of yellow, and red. She shone outside my window, glimmering like the dawn

Fallen Leaves- angelaeryn by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves- angelaeryn

Fallen Leaves schwih-schwih The evolution of leaves from green to gold as they shift restlessly on the trees; Whispering their tales as they grow old, shuddering on the autumn breeze. swish-swish When at last these leaves let their branches go and begin their lives' one true journey; Making their downward dance so slow, graceful passion within burning. skedh-skedh So soon they reach their destination, pillowed softly on dew-drenched grass; But still the wanderlust inclination makes time molasses-like pass. schwih-schwih A new gust lifts each one up again, carrying it far away to someplace new; looking back without tear nor

Fallen Leaves- Sorrowburnt by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves- Sorrowburnt

Of all the wishes I have Of all them that are heaviest on my back The one which is the sharpest lash The deepest scar, most painful mark The memory when i held you hand for the last time In the faint circle of the nightlight Besides your house,watching you,so silent Stuttering words so different From those I wanted to say My eyes hiding from yours... Because i knew they would betray (me) And I would still be yours I wish I could go back Choke those words And say the ones I had tought And not let your hand go As I did that night Besides the fallen leaves

Fallen Leaves-Laconic-Duo by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves-Laconic-Duo

I danced with you under a sky of falling leaves golden stars that litter the earth a sight that shows just how fragile life can be. Do you think she cries? when they fall from her side gracefully floating through the sky dancing with each other as the fly untill her branches are as emty as the sky. Does she notice fallen leaves as they carpet the floor in the're hues of golden red crunching as we dance under a sky of falling leaves.

Fallen Leaves- trish-dancegurl by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves- trish-dancegurl

we couldn't, [not for a second], be bothered by the air around our sordid selves, the chilling fall breeze, the raindrop daggers or the swirling paper tornados. it's three past seven, an october eve, and i'm bleeding for the first time, as i tread past the old, thin forest, too tired for even the sleepiest of leaves. while winter creeps upon my limbs, hiding in my worn-out windbreaker, i'm ready to shed this of me, however prematurely, however all-too-green. in spite of chlorophyll, i give into perpetual biology, and how with each night, subsequently colder, you plucked some from me to watch me fall. [bare by christmas

Fallen Leaves- SorrowBurn by The-Last-Stanza, literature

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Fallen Leaves- SorrowBurn

Silhouette Autumn's chill seeps through the branches. Shivering, the cool breeze, Alone, walking in autumn twighlight. The single silhouette, Masqued by the heavy breath, Hanging before him. Sighs hiding his face, Lonesome and fading, Like the life before him. In autumn all falls down. In autumn all dies. Life is waining awaiting the sleep. Fallen leaves lining the frozen ground.

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Just not me, is it. by CaptainOzz, literature

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Just not me, is it.

I see you stood there when it all comes crashing down on your green eyes, your red hair and your long lost heart. Maybe I should feel bad for you or for what I did, but it's just that I don't. I hear you now and that age old line; "I'm an actress, a writer and a singer on the side." You're up and down and everywhere in between. Has dawn finally broken for you? Or have you just broken again? Twice strained chai stains teeth once white, dreaming of my cigarette smoke. And here I sit, I suppose I should say sorry But I see again that it's just not me, is it. I suppose you know your future, but hey, you don't want to know. Yo

Hydrosphere by GreyHawk12345, literature

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Hydrosphere

I, am awaiting. The rupture. I, one of inhumanity. Will release, the pressured. Corrosion of mind, Blaspheme of angular. Waterlogging the control. Peering modestly, To these lakes of inner turbulance. Of a motion, leeking profusely. From my only hydrosphere. I, am concuring. The rapture. I, one of impotence. Will release, the captured. Corrosion of self, Blaspheme of transfer. Waterlogging the central. Peering modestly, To these lakes of inner turbulance. Of a motion, leeking profusely. From my only hydrosphere. Break, the walls from here. Let it flood my entire will. Face me among the demons. The ones that brought me

A Tear and a Smile by angelaeryn, literature

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A Tear and a Smile

A Tear and a Smile I have a little datebook all filled up with dreams and a million things done all wrong. Four o'clock on Saturday: the wedding of the one I loved. Be sure to bring something to the potluck dinner. Two on Sunday: cry as I get thinner. Monday morning: sit down and write a song and A tear and a smile by the date today as I think about what only pictures can say. A tear of joy and a smile to hide the pain. A thousand words, a single moment lived over and over again. There's a calendar on my wall with pictures of Hawaii and a million other paradises I'll never see. Same old nine to five, just fighting to

I had a dream last night... by KWilliamsPhoto, literature

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I had a dream last night...

I had a dream last night... I held a small toddler close in my arms, great eyes of emerald looked back at me, glossed with pools of thick lurid fears. Brilliant firebrand tresses lay skewed, by tales of woe from tails of love. Laughingly, I explain to my nervous kin, the child walks in her quite lucid dreams. Their vehicles remain unscathed, by a fight with undetected imps and sprites, and a frantic desire to escape an imaginary cage. Complete Piece can be found at Maielle: http://maielle.deviantart.com/

Everlasting Words and Flowers by autumn-wind, literature

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Everlasting Words and Flowers

The rumbling thunder in distance, Kept reminding me of forgotten words, Spoken by your cherry lips, like, "When are you coming back?" What if the answer is "Never."? Those sounds of door opening and closing, Resembles us, Closing in the gap of hopeless future, Opening the space to emptiness. The rain pattered on my window, Pages from history turned mellow, Flipping endlessly back and front, Back to days with you, Front to see more tears of mine. "Remember that day," Mum's voice broken like a porcelain doll, "A friend of yours whom made you thousand stars," She looked away, Knowing she lost me when I lost her. When I realize

Deathgrip by mirrormaul, literature

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Deathgrip

And out it flows, like an eternal spring of singing spirits wrapping around my soul and nurturing I'm feeling this wave of euphoria Yes… I am feeling… Alive, you can't keep these words from speaking this non-sense I have seen, falling into perfect coordination; the places I have been, the words I have heard, the blatant indecency, that sickly game I hate to play, I'd rather live and dream of calloused fingertips and a piercing scream echoing through the ages, past death and past existence. You can't stop my pen from writing. You can't stop me from dreaming. You can't keep me from my muse. You can't keep me from tranquili

Misery by brokenquill, literature

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Misery

We are all in love here We've got needle tracks and smiles The burn marks really compliment The vomit on the tile Here we have no bones to pick They were carried off by buzzards We gather here to feed upon The misery of others I'm in love with misery Don't need your sympathy All I need is misery Misery Misery Misery Don't need that psycho ward Eating pills and feeling bored All we have is thorazine Billy's drinking Listerine We're living on Amphetamines We're drinking the blood of the lost and cold We're dreaming of the Better dreams That we always dream when we're young and dumb Don't call me your pupil 'Cause I've

Regrets by autumn-wind, literature

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Regrets

Can you let aside your pride and tell me? We, as humans, always took things for granted. Even when you make a vow that you would always appreciate things, one day, you are bound to lose something. After that, you started asking and doubting yourself. 'If' at that moment, I did not do it, what will the alternate ending be? 'If' can be described as a strong word for regrets, pain and agony. Forgetting days and nights as dates, I put aside all those silly reasons. When you refuse to let go of something, your stubbornness will slowly hurt your heart… All these minor cases, I started to notice them when she entered my life. She was my childh

The Last Stanza Chat by mirrormaul, literature

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The Last Stanza Chat

hmm... Figures nobody would still be up at this hour It's nice to chat to myself In all honesty The hemispheres snap back at each other Constantly This is ridiculous Chatting to myself This is addictive And will never be quelled A million motions deciphered In one second Not a sense of hesitation But a biased resolution That's uncannily Accurate In another world And another time It makes perfect sense What shall we do with this world we're given? What should we do with the time?

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The-Last-Stanza

Sep 10, 2007

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:bulletblue: :bulletpurple: :bulletred:  Joining Information |  Member List |  Rules |  Competition :bulletred: :bulletpurple: :bulletblue: :star: Poem Of The Week:  Suggest one today! :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletpurple: Update::bulletpurple: :bulletred::bulletred::bulletred: :bulletpurple:We are getting our poet of the month and poem of the week back up and running. This means we are open for suggestions.  Know some great writing? Note us! :bulletpurpl

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The-Last-Stanza

Sep 3, 2007

Rolling into a featured poem. (:

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:bulletblue: :bulletpurple: :bulletred:  Joining Information |  Member List |  Rules |  Competition :bulletred: :bulletpurple: :bulletblue: :star: Poem Of The Week: May Street  by lalaland-faerie (https://www.deviantart.com/lalaland-faerie)  This poem 'May Street' won first prize in a competition that the Mosman Library in Sydney organizes every year. Take a few moments to swim through the imagery of the piece. Be part of the community. Your comments matter. :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletpurple

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The-Last-Stanza

Jun 22, 2007

Group Updates

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Welcome to the Last Stanza Poetry and Prose Community :star: Poem Of The Week: to be announced... :star: Poet of the Month: to be announced... ================================================== News: As you may well be aware, the group is back and slowly picking itself up again. Over the next few weeks we will be updating the site and planning for a collaboration within the groups chat https://chat.deviantart.com/chat/thelaststanza A friendly warm atmosphere is kept at all times by our great staff. Talking of staff we'd like to introduce you to our new staff crew! :bulletred:endless-one (https://www.deviantart.com/endless-one): Brice is a good friend of :devinfernal-rayn

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