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Richard L Zarth, III

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An Outline of My YouAn Outline of My You
Looking far beyond this limitless sky, I reach out for a wise abyss, seeking something so obviously untouchable, something so selfishly unreasonable. Its expected beauty is overwhelming, granting implausible, childish dreams. I frantically chase after this cruel moon, knowing it will always be a step out of reach. But this moon holds my blissful hope, and it comforts me in my state of remembrance. Even the borrowed light of such a damned angel keeps me warm. It helps me in the struggle to move on, whispers for me to believe in myself, &nb An Outline of My You
by ~RZarthIII

Broken MeBroken Me
Your one-way mirror has finally cracked Exposing your lurking once again. Your deep-sleeping curse fully visible The one of love that just won't spark.
You scream in silence for no one to hear Unheard from the sad, uncaring side. An unending battle of pure anger On an angelic ground of hatred.
But you don't realize the pain that you cause Oblivious until their tears fall. You criticize to no sensible end Obsessed with everything you can't have.
Your personalities always fluid Changing with every song writing you. Suf Broken Me
by ~RZarthIII

FallFall
"What the fuck!" I couldn't hold myself; I was losing control.  "How can you possibly fuck that up?  It was a simple task: you get the sales list, you gather the items on the list, and you mail said items.  How is that hard to understand?"  Either my eyes were beginning to dilate, or the walls were closing in.  The walls of the cubicles around were faded; whether intentional or worn, I'm not sure.  They've been that way for the last four years, ever since I've been here.
"I...I don't...I just..." He tried to get something out.  This guy didn't Fall
by ~RZarthIII

GlassGlass
Watching me Watching you. Outside the corners of sight You swiftly linger about. I can't keep you out of my view Can't keep me out of your torn mind. Does that make you untrusting Make this quiet lust unjust? We sing this sad song together A butterfly conversation. Where life isn't always fair Where life isn't always there. A false love that builds a river Keeps us from really being us. It doesn't appreciate No, not the way that I do. Because of a one-time fuck up Obtrusive, preventive, captive. But all broken walls w Glass
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Love?What is love?
I find myself searching for something,   Some feeling,   I could define as love.
I know I loved once,
When I was younger,   But all those memories are tinged   With the bitter regret of a heart sorely abused.
I bear half the blame and all the consequence .     My soul cries out at the injustice as my hands bleed.   My body battered and broken laying in the ashes
I have the nasty habit
Of working diligently
For the things I desire.
If only those very things were granted Love?
by ~Calreah

FeelPour the drying river Over ice and
Watch it burn.
Lift your secret hiding To an Ever-present yearn.
Watch the pulsing sea Under  soft and Hooded gaze.
Catch a strand of wind. Let it Carry you away. Feel
by ~Ellos55

Telltale MarksTelltale Marks
Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger (it feels so early, being up before noon.)
I watch you sleep, golden lashes brushing round cheeks The morning sun filters through the curtains (it looks like a halo around your head.)
A brief flash of my closet romantic I unplug the alarm clock (no need for reality to interrupt.)
I know you're not really asleep That half smile, faintly dancing on your lips gives you away (i know you too well.)
I let you pretend anyway, It's al Telltale Marks
by ~Kagey-chan

ManuscriptI have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out. they will edit us, and say some parts are no good.
but I want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation; and you are so easy on my weak binding, my damaged spine. Manuscript
by ~nonamepsalmist

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Welcome to my deviantART page. I don't write very often, but I do call myself a writer. It seems like most of what I "write" stays in my head; this is something I am trying to break (and hence the creation of this account). The majority of what I write is poetry; most of which is quite short.

The poetry that I write is almost always open poetry with no strict form, and is normally poetry with little-to-no revision. When I write poetry I aim to get an emotion out that is trapped inside of my thoughts; and when I get it out, it's out. So I don't edit and revise my poetry for hours or days. Instead, I generally spend a relatively short amount of time on almost all of my poems and try to keep them in a pure form. However, I do write some poetry in a more traditional way, spending more time on edits and revisions (this will be made clear in my descriptions).

I hope you enjoy what I have here. If you like something, please comment on it or "fav" it. If you have any questions about any of the writings, simply ask the question and I'll try and answer it.