Memories, velvet soft,

Fall from my lips,

In the dead of night,

Skin of ice

Under that bed,

Such remnants

Are my feathers,

Seabed frozen over,

Where nothing more resides,

But the tears of time,

All wrapped up tight,

The only warmth

Is flowing out,

As memories,

They leave me still;

The only things

That remain

In an emerald-diamond shell

Are images, rushing,

Before my eyes,

The teardrop memories,

Lost in spite:

When I am gone,

No breeze to touch

Such painted lips,

Mesmer’sing eyes

Undone, unmarked,

Glassy pools,

No darker water than

The frozen over;

At the end,

Those slipped out things,

Past presented on

Future’s wings,

Cradle of the

Damnèd life,

The memories

With their entice.

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This is a collection of random poems. There aren't many rules but everything needs some.
The first branch is mature (for older readers, not just explicit), nothing mature in the other ones please.
Second is adventure, travel and action but things like pirates; fun and fast-paced.
Third is not quite factual but the truth no one says. Funny, things people say, just generally normal things put in a funny way.Bring out your inner comedian.

Rules

*No real length restrictions but must be reasonable, not so long it'll take hours too read (you can do it continued on another chapter).

*You may tag people if you wish but you don't have to.

*Stick to the branch rules.

*Chapter titles may be repeated.

* Most importantly, no trolling. If someone's work isn't very good, do you really need to say?

updated Nov 27 '11 by Nyxie